[CHAR] R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

[Shard]

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[FailingForward]

Too annoying to stay dead

Name: Jenny Steban

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Abilities: Resurrective Immortality - Jenny isn't too good at staying dead. She dies as easily as anyone in the world, but a short while after her death, her corpse springs back to life, fully healed of injuries - gunshot wounds close, broken bones mend, even limbs regrow. Without an inhibitor chip, the process of resurrection takes about a minute, sometimes less - with an inhibitor, she can stay dead anywhere from several hours to an entire day. The process has a deteriorative side effect on her mind, particularly her memories. She has trouble remembering things from immediately before her death, occasionally forgetting what she was doing or the exact face of the person that killed her. Unbeknownst to her, the effect is more subtle on her long-term memories, but potentially far worse; details of her life fade the more she dies and comes back, treasured memories grow duller, voices grow less distinct.

Skills: Jenny is good with computers - she's got a working familiarity with security software and a knack for getting into places and finding things she's not supposed to. This extends to a respectable grasp of the ancient art of breaking and entering: she's not a ninja, and her ability to sneak past people is basically limited to 'move fast and quiet and hope they're not looking', but she's nevertheless decent at getting into places where she's not wanted.

Equipment: Few changes of clothes, shitty laptop that barely works, toothbrush, more beanies than she probably needs.

Biography: The first time Jenny died, she was six years old, in what would become the most famous event in the modern world - the Black Sabbath. Her parents were among the thousands of nonpowered individuals that lost their lives, and Jenny died with them, only to spring back to life a minute later, not understanding what had happened or where her parents had gone.

After that, Jenny's life was defined by falling through an overworked foster care system. The Black Sabbath left an untold number of orphans in the area, and unsurprisingly, none of them got the care that they needed. As she grew, Jenny learned how to fall through the cracks and make life for the people trying to take care of her absolutely miserable. She displayed an affinity for computers and for getting into things and places she wasn't wanted - her personal favorite trick was sneaking into the office of the orphanage director, breaking into his computer and sending pictures of the woman he was having an affair with to his wife - and she continued to experiment with her powers.

She was seventeen years old and in her fourth foster home when her secret got out - she stole her foster mother's car and pretzled it around a tree in an accident that was ruled 'unsurvivable' for an unpowered individual, which made it very strange indeed that she was left without a mark on her. She was tested for the Devo gene, chipped, and tossed in an overcrowded compound with all the other freaks. She's been there for two years, angry at the world, biding her time, knowing that when she gets free, there'll be no stopping her.

[Lurking Shadow]

Richard West

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Name: Richard 'The Night-Gaunt' West

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Largely resembling a humanoid bat-like creature with a long-barbed tail, curved horns, and bearing a head without any sort of face (indeed lacking an orifice of any sort on its body). his body overshadows the average man standing at nearly 12 feet (roughly 3.66m) (in a bipedal stature) and a wingspan of nearly 15 feet (roughly 4.6m). his whale like skin is slippery with an oily substance coating it, despite its slipperiness it can still grip onto things well. The entire body is so black as if to swallow the light. he walks on four (and sometimes two) digitigrade clawed paws, though prefers to fly with its membranous wings. he lacks any sort of eyes, ears, or nose, or any other sort of visible orifice/sensory organ.

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“Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings,
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
They come in legions on the north wind’s swell,
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well.

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But oh! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!”

- H. P. Lovecraft “Fungi from Yuggoth” (1943)

"But Carter preferred to look at them than at his captors, which were indeed shocking and uncouth black things with smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward each other, bat wings whose beating made no sound, ugly prehensile paws, and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly. And worst of all, they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts."

- H. P. lovecraft “The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath” (1943)

Abilities:

Major

Absolute Silence: Richard is simply, incapable of making any sort of sound. There are no orifices for sound to come from within and thus cannot cry out in pain, discomfort, or communicate in any verbal way. In addition, his wings flap silently in all conditions and walking on foot produces no sound as well. Even on normally loud surfaces such as fresh snow or leaves.

Extrasensory Perception: Even without a nose, eyes, ears, or any other perceptible sensory organ, they are still able to detect living creatures with great accuracy in their near vicinity. Anything that would normally impair visibility such as heavy rain or darkness seems to have little, if any, effect on his ability to sense the environment as well as creatures around him. He can ‘see’ the terrain and objects as far as a normal human can with detail being lost the further away something is from him. However, heavy rain, fog, darkness, and other similar conditions prove no impairment. In addition, he can sense living creatures within 10 yards of him (9.14m). He can also ‘hear’ conversations at about the same range. He normally cannot determine any difference between other creatures he detects (except general size and shape), but with repeated exposure can eventually recognize specific creatures and individuals from others. This ability to detect creatures is mitigated by barriers to different degrees depending on the type of barrier. Solid barriers such as concrete or thick metal can almost completely negate this sense. With the inhibitor, he can see no more than 30 yards (27.43m). Sensing little detail apart from a thick fog past that. He also has difficulty sensing creatures past 5 yards (4.57m).

Minor

Flight: Having functional wings he is able to fly great distances before needing to rest, even if carrying a few passengers. he is capable of reaching speeds upwards of 80mph (roughly 129kmh) for short distances but otherwise travels around 40mph (roughly 65kmh) With the inhibitor, however, he often feels exhausted when trying to fly. In a pinch he can fly, but not very far and it is too uncomfortable for him to do this regularly.

Dexterous barbed tail: Richard has an extremely sharp tipped tail that is capable of piercing through thin metal much less flesh and bone. However, it is coordinated enough to harmlessly tickle victims so as to distract them or prevent them from struggling as he carries them through the air. The Tail can snake up through holes and openings as well as the interstices of metal armor. Richard however prefers to not to use this offensively. Even defensively, he prefers to incapacitate them by tickling than to kill them by slicing or piercing through flesh.

Greater strength and durability: Richard has greater strength and durability than the average human. He can easily carry two humans of average size and fly just as effortlessly. He cannot, however, lift something as heavy as a car. his oily whale-like skin is capable of resisting small arms fire as well as blunt attacks. He can also heal relatively fast from wounds and even regenerate limbs in as quick as a few weeks. He is by no means invulnerable though, and really only needs a little more effort than the average human to kill.

Self-Sustenance: Fortunately for someone lacking a mouth, Richard has no need to eat and never feels hungry. He still can suffer from fatigue and requires rest, but he gets his energy somehow without needing to absorb nutrients or vitamins from eating and digesting.

Telepathy : Richard is capable of mentally communicating with those in his near vicinity. With physical contact he can read and send thoughts between himself and those that are physically touching them (Soft material like cloth or cotton does not impede this, but harder material like metal will).

Skills: Richard is practically a ghost, as far as people are concerned, when it comes to sneaking around. Most people rely on both sight and sound to find that which likes to remain unseen, but what happens if that thing makes no sound? And what if, under the cover of darkness, it is practically invisible as well? Under optimal conditions, Richard can be a very hard man to find.
With his unnatural senses, he is also adept at tracking and hunting.
Lastly, due to his lack of… well, capacity to make any sound, never mind a voice, he has learned some alternative methods of communication such as ESL, Braille, and interestingly enough, Semaphore.

Equipment: Nothing. Though his physical shell may be restricted, he is free to wander the blank canvas that is his thoughts. Preferring to be a bit philosophical in his free time, his mind requires no tools or equipment but the ability and willingness to think.

Biography: Richard’s troubles began at birth. Right away people could tell he was different, being born without a face and a black rubbery skin. But otherwise normal. It was quite a mystery as his parents were normal humans with no fantastical trait whatsoever. It would not be far off the mark to say Richard had a strained relationship with his parents that only became harder and harder to maintain as he slowly became less and less human as he aged. By one his tailbone began to extend slowly as his hands morphed into paws bearing claws. By three he sprouted horns. By five he adopted a quadrupedal stance. By seven, his wings fully formed and he neared the end of his metamorphosis, but began to grow larger at a greater rate. Eventually reaching his current height at around 19 years of age.

Given his barely human appearance he led a very abnormal life, even before the Black Sabbath. His parents were distant, he had few friends to share memories with (and even those that were his ‘friends’ were not very close with him) and often spent his time alone being largely shunned by society. But In spite of this, he was a pretty nice guy. He was patient, often forgave those that bothered him and rarely acted in anger. He disliked confrontation, and was friendly to those around him. He felt upset or angry from time to time, but usually he is able to bottle this emotion before he acts upon it.

Little of this changed through the years, even after that dark day. Even after Society declared him a threat. Even as his ‘friends’ left him. Even as his family disowned him. In the end, all he had was himself. When he was forced to dwell in the compounds, he left his past behind him. Only holding on to his name, though he preferred to by referred by his nickname ‘Night-Gaunt’. Something he was called once, and he took a liking to it. A beastly name for someone who barely resembles a human. It seemed like a good fit to him.

Though he lost his physical freedom, at least his mind could wander. Though his body was confined, his thoughts were free. And in this small freedom he finds contentment. In this contentment he finds peace. In this peace, he can quell his anger. For even the kindest of souls can explode in a violent fury. And his anger is something he did not like. The last time he felt it, he suppressed it. Bottling the feeling deep within himself. Hoping it would never surface again. It is said that wise men only fear three things. The sea in a storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. Though I suppose, in this case, it would be the anger of a gentle beast.

[Lasrever]

Cam

Name: Cameron Clark - whether it's her real name, no-one's particularly sure.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: It depends, really.

When she doesn't have a reason to mess around, she'll generally stick to the appearance held above - not much different than a typical college kid. Her clothes are usually baggy, mostly to facilitate whatever shift she feels necessary without drawing too much attention, but more strikingly than that is the constantly unnerving changes she makes. Really, she just finds it funny to watch the reaction when she looks up with eyes shining red and snakelike, or teeth too sharp to be human. As a tattoo climbs her arm, moving as though it were alive, down to hands with skin gone see-through.

So for the most part, she'll never look quite normal unless it's needed, playing around with her power constantly; as though she sees the whole thing as an entertaining game. Eventually, you get used to it. If she knows you, she'll make herself recognisable - if she likes you, she might even try not to be unnerving, but don't count on it.

Abilities: Shapeshift - put simply, she can change her form however she pleases. Of course, she can't use it to give herself powers, but she can change her size - to some extent, her upper limit being little more than an extra foot of height and bulk, her lower being the size of your average ten-year-old - and isn't necessarily limited to making herself look human. She can't increase her strength or senses beyond those of a regular person either, and of course, it's limited to her own body. Changing what she's wearing is something she'd have to do for herself.

She doesn't find it too difficult to mimic others, but only their appearance. Personality, mannerisms, and other non-physical aspects are things she would actively need to learn.

With an inhibitor, the speed of her ability is highly limited; while she can still change her appearance, to do so completely takes upwards of twenty minutes uninterrupted focus. Not something she'd ever be given time to do, at any rate. For the most part, she's restricted to small, if unnerving, changes when it's in place. Interestingly enough, she doesn't seem to have a "base appearance" in the sense that her ability would force a default. The usual form taken is, it seems, just a choice she's made.

For the most part she sticks to camouflage, scare tactics, and evasion. When it comes to a fight, Cameron is far better off finding a way to escape.

Wounds and injuries will also persist in whatever form they can, though she can cover them up superficially - a broken bone will remain broken. She also can't eliminate anything vital, of course. No matter what her shape, she's still fundamentally human, and can't exactly survive without her organs.

Skills: Honestly, she likes to think she has more skills than she really does. For the most part, Cam's skills are people-focused, and she's one hell of an actor. She's perceptive and good at spotting a lie, though not supernaturally so, and has a tendency to find people's sore spots with her more barbed remarks. What she does at least have some grasp of is first-aid, learned mostly out of necessity; but she's not remotely squeamish, and finds it easy enough to act with what knowledge she has in a crisis.

Equipment: A backpack containing several sets of clothes, hats, and a pair of sunglasses. Most of what she owned was confiscated following her capture, so even by compound standards, she's not got much in her possession.

Biography: Born to a rich family, Cameron wasn't the earliest bloomer, and with her power, that turned out to be more than a little inconvenient. She had a tendency to wander - even when young, she'd never be where she was meant to - but combined with the appearance of her power, neglectful parenting, and a lack of understanding on her part it left the youngster on the missing persons list. The search party came across her more than once; but all knew she wasn't the person they were looking for.

Her fear of being outed as a Deviant right after the Sabbath overrode her initial instinct to explain, and so she found herself on the street. Or himself, at that time; seemed safer, as decisions went. These things got confusing, and Cameron honestly found it difficult to keep track. For a while, it worked for her, changing her appearance, sleeping in camouflage, taking advantage of the luxuries provided, and moving on every time people started to figure her out. But even with a power like hers that meant she could avoid too much suspicion, making it forever in the luxurious city was far too ambitious an endeavour.

It wasn't the early years that got her caught. Then, she was paranoid, jumpy, always looking over her shoulder. Changed her name, changed how she looked, changed everything until she couldn't be sure who she'd been in the first place. It was later, when she grew relaxed and lazy, that she was spotted; and of course, any report of an unsupervised Deviant in the city, especially with such a potentially irritating power, was acted on quickly and firmly. After that, the end was inevitable; caught the eye of a Peacekeeper, and one mandatory test later, they'd found their Deviant.

Of course, they didn't take kindly to how long she'd seemingly been making a mockery of their system. Well, that combined with a string of incidents they could pin on her, some her fault, some not at all, and the inadvisable amount of attitude directed at the Peacekeepers who chipped and captured her. Dropped off in the compound mere days ago, Cameron was a wreck upon arrival. Between that, and failing to adjust to the rigid rules and curfews of the compound, she hasn't exactly been doing well recently.

Not that anyone else gets to know that. Compared to what she's used to, it's barely even an effort to hide.

[Cio]

Oxley - Ignorance is bliss

Mini Oxley because I can

Name: Oxley

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance: Oxley is medium height and weight, and she has olive skin. Her multicoloured hair is most often on a singular braid that she even sleeps with. She has a septum, freckles, and a nose she'd describe as too large for her face. Her eyes are hazel with olive green specs in them. Oxley has a big scar behind her right ear.
Oxley's style is scrappy and colorful, but above all, comfortable.

Abilities:
"Compact mind"
Photographic memory extended to its fullest. Oxley is unable to forget anything she sees, hears, or learns - down to the smallest details. This means she is able to recall every minute of her life, down to the most inconsequential things. This naturally makes her the perfect learner and quite effectively a walking security camera.
The drawback is massive. Oxley has massive migraines and she gets overwhelmed easily because human mind isn't built for remembering everything. She is unable to forget all the negative things in her life, and her train of thought becomes very hard to follow. Oxley needs a lot of sleep to process the things she's learned every day. Without sleep, she'll go crazy.

With Inhibitor Oxley has actually an easier time controlling her power. With the inhibitor, Oxley's memories start to dull in a fabricated way just like regular humans'. It also takes her longer to process information than it would without the chip. If the chip was be removed, Oxley would regain her full power, but she'd probably suffer from an onslaught of insignificant memories that makes her useless.

Skills:
Oxley has a plethora of skills, but she's most known for being a big nerd. She is proficient in seven different languages besides English and the language of mathematics: French, Spanish, Russian, German, Swedish, Japanese, and ASL.
She knows how to code, although she's not a master hacker. Oxley, unsurprisingly, plays Dungeons and Dragons. She is a pro at crossword puzzles, sudokus, and related puzzle games.
As a party trick, Oxley likes to cite the Lord of the Rings trilogy word for word. She has also memorised the entirety of Star Trek movie franchise's dialogue.

Biography:
The doctors didn't find out about Oxley's power until it caused her to have a mental shutdown at the age of 5. After the meltdown Oxley's abilities were discovered, she was labelled as a Devo. She was put on anxiety medication.
Oxley was nine years old when the Black Sabbath took place. Her parents weren't powered, but they were protesting among the thousands of other non-powered people on that fateful day. Oxley got separated from her parents during the panic, losing sight of them in the mass. After the massacre was over, Oxley was identified, a chip was implanted into her, and she was moved into foster care in the rising Compounds. She never got to know what happened to her parents, whether they were dead or alive. She was only identified by her status as a Devo, and nothing she tried to say mattered.
Oxley moved out of the foster care as soon as she could. She's still in the Compounds, but now she's living on her own.

Other:
Oxley doesn't watch the end credits of movies because she wouldn't be able to get them out of her mind. She listens to a very specific set of music to avoid getting too much unnecessary imput from outside world.
Oxley is ambidextrous.
Oxley is a perfectionist. Her personality type is INTJ.
Everyone calls Oxley by her surname, and nearly no one knows her first name (Dana). This is by her choice.

[Randomness]

-poof-

[Dusty]

Dr. Robert Delvon

Dr. Robert Delvon

_{Fifty | 6'1" | Male}

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Appearance

Dr. Robert Delvon, or Doc Bob as most people call him is a middle aged man of moderate build and height. He has all the signs of a stressed, aging man, including the wrinkling face and the receding and silvering hairline, and yet he maintains his body in good physical condition. Overall he is a pleasant enough person to look upon, though he does not stand out. His eyes are a soft brown, and his laugh is good matured and his demeanor friendly and relaxed. It can be difficult to tell when Bob grows angry or cold, as he maintains a casual air, never growing distant or aloof. He has a deep affection for his family and the people of his community and carry's photos of his wife and two daughters with him everywhere. For attire he maintains a formal appearance, old fashion as he is. Its rare to ever see him not in a button down shirt, or a suit, or a lab coat. Although he has since been retired from military service the old nature of respect and customs and courtesies dies hard. Most people who knew him before his second wife and his internment as a Devo, recall him being wild, high energy and crass. Cussing and yelling and drinking with all the abandon of youth. That side of him has mellowed down considerably over the last twenty years, and with the birth of his children it became rare for anyone to hear him say 'darn', let alone anything more profane.

At the end of the day Bob is a professional and acts like it. His mission is far to important for him to be seen as anything else, and his advocacy for non-violent intervention in the Devo situation is paramount to him. Of course, his willingness to bend to the Peacekeeper's whim, and seemingly weak kneed approach to Devo rights paints something of a target on his back to the more hardliner revolutionaries. Still Bod strives day and night to archive yet another genetic breakthrough, and free himself and the other Devo's from the yoke of their own uniqueness.

Abilities

Planer Gateways
The first and most powerful of Dr. Robert Delvon's powers is his ability to open up portal doorways from nothing into any location on earth, or into a secondary blank dimension. A seemingly unending space of nothingness. Anyone can pass through these gateways that Robert opens, and technically anyone can step into the secondary dimension as well, but due to the lack of oxygen, pressure, or electromagnetic waves they almost instantly perish. For normal gateways as long as Robert had seen the location before in person he can open one of his portals with relative ease, large enough for two people walking abreast to step through. However, with the inhibitor chip Robert cannot open a gateway large enough for a mouse to pass through making the ability null and void.

Instant Teleportation
When it comes to this ability dark nights and fog are Bob's greatest weakness. As long as he can physically see his landing target Robert can warp himself and anything he has a tight grip on to that destination within milliseconds. Should he lose his grip, or if the item is to heavy it will be lost forever in the secondary dimension either to die, or simply be torn apart on a molecular level in the dangerous vacuum. Every teleportation is accompanied by a sharp but distinct pop as air fills the void that's left behind, and a swoosh upon his arrival as oxygen is forced away. If anything heavier than liquid is in the way of his arrival Bob has theorized that it will be moved as well, though he does not wish to test his theories with his body. With the inhibitor chip dampening his powers Robert finds it difficult to teleport even thirty yards let alone carry another person with him.

Item Warping
Although this power works on a smaller scale, it is very similar as his instant teleportation ability. By focusing on a medium object or a person of a smaller size Robert can move them instantly from one space to the next within sight without touching it or them, even into solid objects resulting in a small explosion of atoms. These teleportations have the same accompanying pops and bangs as his instant teleportation. With the inhibitor the size of the items he can move, and the distance is once again dramatically reduced.

Skills

First and foremost Dr. Robert Delvon is a scientist, a geneticist and physiologist of apparent skill. He has been studying physics and genes for the majority of his life as a military researcher. Although he isn't an engineer he was one of the people who pioneered the technology that led to the development of the Dampening D3-VO Inhibitor Chip. His own research was what led to him being discovered as a dormant Devo, and his internment. Beyond Bob's scientific pursuits he is also of a military mind, with experience in leading men and with ample combat hours as a Company Commander in the wars just after the turn of the millennium.

The rest of his skills are social in nature. He was a failed statesman, though only due to his unfortunate discovery of his own powers and the accompanying stigma.

Biography

Born in 1976 Robert Delvon's life began rather normally. His discovery of his powers didn't happen until well on in his life, therefor leaving him to develop himself and his reputation without the wary caution most felt around the more unique members of society. He graduated from his expensive private gifted students high-school as valedictorian, and went on to college for a major in physics. Before he graduated however Delvon jumped at the opportunity to gain his doctorates degree in West Point military academy where he graduated third in his class attaining the rank of second lieutenant in the armed forces. Robert surprised most of his family and peers however by investing his time into becoming and infantry officer, rather than a military researcher as was expected. He was to wild back then and the most dangerous and thrilling tasks are what enticed him.

At first Robert Delvon showed great promise as a military leader, spending time on three different tours fighting the nations wars until ascertaining the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and retiring from active duty service. Eventually however, after divorcing his first wife Robert began to slip. At this point in his life Bob became very interested in the D3-VO gene and their practical applications. He returned to university, got remarried and had two daughters. Around this time was Black Sabbath, and Robert's powers became apparent. He practiced what he was capable of it secret for several months before his own research was used to oust him for a Devo and he was interned with his family in the ghettos they called compounds.

Fortunately for Robert he had some strings to pull, and connections to give him and his family a slightly better life even within the compound. Under the close and uncaring supervision of the Peacekeepers Robert Delvon and a small team of willing researchers began work on eliminating the Devo gene, or dampening it below noticeable levels.

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Bartholomew Durant

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_{"Relying on technology..."
"That was your first mistake."}

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~Name~

Bartholomew Durant.

~Age~

36.

~Gender~

Male.

~Appearance~

A rather distinguished looking individual, even with his somewhat rough and ragged appearance, Bartholomew Durant-Bart to his friend's and family-is a lithe, yet relatively muscular man with amber colored eye's, who stands at an average height of 5'10", and has a slightly below average weight of 197.5 pounds. He has a light dusting of facial hair on his weathered, yet welcoming sun kissed face and a small cropping of dusty coal black hair, which he usually keeps swept back by running his hand through it every once and awhile.

As for his clothing, Bartholomew wears an ash grey jacket with golden buttons and a high collar, that ends just above his knees. Beneath this he wears a dark long sleeved shirt, a pair of silk charcoal pants with buttons sewn into the fabric just outside of the ankle area, and a pair of black dress shoes which he has polished on a daily basis. In addition to these item's, Bartholomew also wears a pair of dark leather gloves to hide the burn marks that cover his hands.

~Abilities~

~Major~
Technopathy: Thanks to his gene, Bartholomew has the ability to manipulate and control all forms of technology with electronic or ferrous components built in, with nothing more than a touch.

~Minor~
Adaptive Mind: Thanks to the changes the D3-V0 gene made to his already excellent intelligence, Bartholomew's mind is now able to adapt and handle almost any situation or change with little to no effort.

~Weaknesses~
Should Bartholomew become separated from modern society and stuck in a place without technology, then his technopathy ability will be rendered useless.

Bartholomew can only manipulate tech that still functions to some degree. He is not capable of controlling old and worn out tech or tech that has been damaged beyond repair. He is also unable, as stated above, to control metallic objects or machine's that have no electronic or ferrous based components.

Bartholomew also finds it difficult, if not downright impossible, to control, hack, or manipulate technology that he doesn't fully understand. Like a particle collider for example.

Some highly advanced security system's can slow Bartholomew down, especially if he's never encountered them before, but they won't be able to stop him.

While Bartholomew's mind can adapt and keep track of many different thing's, if too many thing's happen at once or in a way that makes absolutely no sense, he will suffer a minor mental overload and be forced temporarily withdraw from analysing the situation.

~Skills & Traits~

~Strong~
*Sociable: Bartholomew is very good around people, easily picking up the subtlist of facial or bodily cues.

*Networking/Strategic/Technological Aptitude: Being able to control and manipulate practically all forms of modern technology while also having a highly adaptive and intelligent mind at his disposal, naturally makes Bart very skilled in any field requiring intensive technical, strategic, and coordinative know how.

*Public Speaking: Being the sociable person he is, Bartholomew is very good at speaking in public or in front of large crowd's, easily engaging and keeping the interest of his chosen audience.

*Sword/Knife Fighting: Bartholomew is very skilled in the use of the sword and knife thanks to the invaluable teachings of Alexandra, the personal tutor his parent's hired to watch over him and the estate the lived on while they were off on business trips in other countries.

~Weak~
*Government/Politics: While he has dabbled in and briefly studied both, Bartholomew still does not know enough about all the various intricacies of politics and government to make much of a difference in either area.

*Gunplay/Firearms Use: Although he has had some experience using auto and semiautomatic firearms, Bartholomew never learned much beyond the basics as a child due to his irrational fear of the blasted things. While he did manage to overcome this fear as the years went by, he still prefers to fight with a blade or his power's as it's what he's most comfortable with.

If he gets in a fight to begin with, that is.

*Economics: Despite his parent's great business acumen, Bartholomew doesn't have very good sense when dealing with money. While he is more than capable of spending and investing wisely, Bartholomew wouldn't be able to navigate the stock market to save his own life.

*Short Tempered: Despite his sociable and friendly nature, Bartholomew can be very quick to anger, especially in highly stressful situations. It isn't because he wants to per se, but rather because of the lingering feelings of spite, hate, and grief he still has pent up inside.

~Equipment~

His current outfit and a solid wood cane with a metallic gold serpent embellishment running from one end to the other and a hollow interior that acts as a sheathe for the steel blade connected to the bottom part of the serpents head.

~Biography~

Born in the year 1990 to Lisa and Alain Durant, wealthy British entrepreneur's, land, and business owner's, Bartholomew had a very fast paced childhood. One moment his parent's were there, at their estate in Sussex, and the next they were halfway around the globe attending confrences while Alexandra, his personal tutor and caretaker, looked after him and the manor.

At the age of sixteen he accidentally got his hands caught in an open outlet and suffered from severe electrical burns, the scars of which have remained long after the original event. It was also during this time that his power's first manifested. Upon waking up in the local ER, his mind and body felt totally different than they had before. It was as though a switch had been flipped on within him.

So, wanting to experiment and test his sanity, Bartholomew reached out to the nearby heartbeat monitor and placed his bandaged hand against its cool, metallic surface. Not knowing what to do exactly, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried willing it to shut off. And it did. Stunned by this new revelation, Bartholomew thought about the matter the whole time he was in the ER recovering. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he waited till he got home to tell his parent's.

His mother and father, being more tolerant than most regarding the new Deviant crisis that seemed to be sweeping the world, gave their son all the support he could want and encouraged him to try and find out more about his power's. Which is exactly what he did. Over the next couple of month's he practiced day and night on various pieces of technology in their massive home, slowly refining his ability to control tech that got progressively more advanced.

Bartholomew also became aware of his heightened mental state during this time and spent the day's he wasn't practising his Technopathy power's training his mind by reading the words of famous poets, reading intellectual discourses, and studying the moves used in chess by the various master's throughout history. Sometime after this, after he had turned twenty, his parents had to embark on yet another business trip, this time to America, and once again left him at their estate. This time however, he was responsible for watching the land as Alexandra had moved on to look for other career opportunities a few months prior.

And so he was left at home by himself, back in Britain until his parent's return a few weeks later.

All of which only made the news of their death's hurt even more.

For while they were in the States, Bartholomew's father and mother both decided to attend the Deviant rights protest in Cleveland. Right as the tragedy the world knows all too well struck the town, leaving Bartholomew to fend for himself. A few months later he recieved his parent's will and signed all the necessary documents. The estate as well as a large sum of money was now his to use however he wished. And use it he did. Being young, foolish, and filled with hate towards the world, Bartholomew spent the next couple of years drinking, partying, and running from authority. All of which ended with him burning his own home to the ground in a drunken fit of rage.

Finally realizing his own pitiful condition, Bartholomew took what little funds he had left and the clothes he'd managed to salvage, and left Britain. Moving over to the States, he joined a support group and used his power's to erase all traces of his recent activities overseas, effectively creating a fresh start for himself. Once he finally worked out most of his issue's during his time in the group and gotten his life together, Bartholomew made sure to erase or otherwise alter all digital records of himself that might have been left behind, especially since the world had become a much more dangerous place for Deviants like himself.

From there he moved around the country, doing his best to avoid the Peacekeepers where and when he could and making their scanners register his gene as dormant when he could not, never staying in one place for too long. Almost as though stopping would let all the pain and anguish he'd been trying to move past for years come rushing back in like a tidal wave. Eventually he found himself in New York. Making his way into the city, he went to the one place no one would think to look for him...

A Peacekeeper Compound.

It was there that he came across a member of the D.R.M who offered him a position in their resistance movement. Finally seeing a purpose with which he could ally himself, even if he didn't fully believe in it's longevity or viability, he accepted the freedom fighters offer.

~Other~

He enjoys smoking Arturo Fuente Opus X cigars and drinking glasses of Mar Rohk Firebrand Whiskey-a unique, expensive, and unfortunately short lived line of spirits that was originally produced in the 1950s and was sold until early 2001-when he can get a hold of them anyway.

[Red7VII]

Jack Perkins

Name: Jack "Pickles" Perkins

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Abilities: Jack harnesses within him a personality (heretofor referred to as "Pickles") that summons a supernatural state of being. Once Pickles takes over, all of his natural abilities are greatly enhanced during the duration. Agility, strength, healing, senses and durability are all amplified to superhuman levels, the peaks of which are unknown but initially three times amplified from a normal human while undampened. Two times while dampened. When the Pickles personality is not in control, Jack might as well be your average human.

Pickles can be summoned, but often rapaciously takes over of his own accord, despite Jack's willingness to surrender control. Pickles is, by all accounts, insane and is driven by his own selfish desires whereas Jack is a reasonable person just wanting to do good. The two personalities can communicate with one another, but only one personality can "drive" at a time.

Inspired by The Beast from 'Split' // Hulk, Legion from Marvel // Crazy Jane, Joker from DC.

Skills: Makeup application, balloon shaping, juggling, various novelty acts, cooking, public speaking and performing.

Equipment: In addition to his civilian clothes (t-shirts and jeans, usually), he has his clown attire consisting of patchwork oversized pants, an occasional bowtie, and a bicycle horn that he likes to honk, a black curly wig. He also keep with him a shiv for self defense within the compound.

Biography:

Jack Perkins is a good man. Jack Perkins has demons.

He was the son of a housewife and a cop, the latter of whom had a bit of an anger issue, exacerbated by an excessive drinking problem. Life at home was tense. Though his mother was the epitome of loving affection, his father was quite the opposite. Never happy, never sated and always taking his stress home with him. On the worst nights, Jack and his mother felt his wrath physically.

Living in a groundhog's day of repetitive hell actually did a lot for Jack, helping him develop an emotional callus. It also birthed other forms of coping mechanisms within himself. Since he had no friends, he made one. Since he couldn't go outside to have fun, he went on imaginary adventures with his new custom companion, whom he learned was called Pickles.

As the years went on, Jack and Pickles became extraordinarily close. They would converse with eachother, console one another and generally just became totally intertwined and bonded. Both of them had a growing resentment for Jack's father, but Pickles most of all. He would make crazy suggestions, advising Jack to bring harm upon his dad or worse...

The dark days grew pitch black in January of 2013. The Black Sabbath had happened and it's effect rippled across the world. When Jack was 12, he and his parents were at a grocery store. One of the patrons was arguing with a cashier. The altercation became heated and, before anyone could really understand what was going on, the Patron seemingly ignited the cashier without any use of tools. His father, an off-duty cop, decided to interject and attempted to tackle the assailant, but the Deviant was not going down easily.

Later that night when the ambulance came, they tried to console the young man who had just seen his parents immolated in flame and reduced to gore and ash before his very eyes, along with several other customers who got caught in the line of fire. Jack was alone. Well, except for Pickles. Something changed within him that night. Something triggered. Suddenly Pickles figured out how to grab the keys to the proverbial car.

Foster home after foster home, Jack was passed around several times. Devious behavior was a constant problem but any time Jack was confronted with it, he would claim innocence. It wasn't him. It wasn't his idea to do surgery on the family cat. It was Pickles. Each time he was caught in a particularly disturbing incident, the adults were mortified to see that the boy had covered his mouth and nose in lipstick. Or was that red substance something else...?

It wasn't long before the government decided he was a lost cause. Shipped off to a juvenile institution, Jack became a product of the system. On his 18th birthday, he was up for release. Mustering all the willpower he could, Jack kept Pickles at bay and put of a show of absolute sanity to the release board. His performance was rewarded with some spending cash a door that slammed shut on his way out.

Depression was constant and his interaction with Pickles was all the more prevalent.

At 25 years old, Jack has let Pickles "out" on numerous occasions. Sometimes voluntary, many times not. His psychological counterpart was becoming more radical, harder to tame. Jack hated what the Peacekeepers were doing to the Deviants, despite his own history with them. It was cruel and unjust. Pickles felt the same, except Pickles was not afraid to act on it.

On night, Jack woke up to the sight of blood on his cuffed hands and a pain in his neck. Armed peacekeepers surrounded him in the back of a large military vehicle as they drove through the entrance of one of the Devo compounds.

"What's happening?! Where are you taking me?" he cried out, frantic.

"Going to lock-up, devo."

"I'm not a deviant! What are you-" he tried to explain but was cut off by one of the keepers slamming the butt of their gun into Jack's mouth.

"Shut up, you sick fuck! The things you did back there... the bodies... You bit Carl's throat out, for God's sake, you sadistic fucking loon! He had a family! ...they all did..." One of the other keepers put a hand on this man's shoulder, trying to console him. Jack just looked on bewilderment, confusion filling his mind as he found himself admitted to the slums. Jack didn't like the Peacekeepers. Pickles was trying to help.

Jack Perkins is a good man. Jack Perkins has demons.

[GrizzTheMauler]

Dion

Dion Sturgenson

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dion has several runic tattoos on his body. He stands around 6' in height, coming in at 96kg(211.6Lbs). He speaks with a bit of an accent, often mixing in Japanese into his sentences, usually when cursing.

Abilities:

Wyrd

To learn a rune he has to study it, learn what the word means, learn what the symbol is, and learn about what it means to him

Tyr:Tyr(God of warriors) Summons a single weapon, currently a small throwing knife in a pocket of subspace. The blade has the rune etched in the hilt and materializes around the drawn rune. Can be summoned back to the hand when thrown. It can be used with his katana to create an elemental blade. -Low Drain

Kenaz: Fire By exciting atoms around him, Dion is able to produce fire, or an small 10 yard explosion of a small object if written on it as a trap. -Low Drain

Isa: Ice- Dropping the temperature of things he is able to freeze things. Focusing and using more energy he is able to freeze parts of people he touches. -Mid Drain

Stan: Stone- Dion draws the power of earth to reshape the earth around him. Often this is a shell of near impenetrable earth or a prison trap. -Mid drain to High Drain

Perth: Unknown- Dion hides his presence, becoming unperceivable to nearly any being and all cameras as he bends light around him and dampens sound. -Mid to High Drain

Laguz:Water- Using this rune, Dion can freely manipulate water, and in a pinch use this rune to heal minor wounds. -High Drain

Hunter's Instincts: Dion has heightened reflexes and is notably faster than most people, devo's included. Being infused with the Wyrd, he has developed a mildly stronger boy that is resistant to cutting and blunt trauma.

Skills:

Linguistics: Dion is fluent in English, Norwegian, and Japanese. He has a bit of knowledge of Old Norse.

Combat Training: Dion was trained in Iaidō(Journeyman 6th Dan), Kendo(Apprentice 4th Dan), and Shorinji Kempo(Apprentice 4th Dan); since he turned 5. It is something his Grandfather was insistent on as it would surely benefit him in the future. He took to Iaidō like a fish to water. He just attained his new Rank in this martial art.

Diplomat's charm: Dion's taken a few lessons from his grandmother on how to sway the opinions of others.

Equipment:

A platinum pendant given to him by his father on his last birthday before he was taken away. It has the Nordic rune Pertho with the inscription of To lose everything is to gain Everything.

A traditional Katan forged by a family friend. It is carbon steel and has a black sheath. The hilt has the family seal engraved in it on the butt.

Biography:

Dion was born Late December in 2004 to Leif and Zara Sturgenson. He has an older brother, Bjorn who is five years older than he is. He was unaware of his family's secret as he grew up, believing they were all normal. He himself thought Devo's where pretty cool as what kid doesn't like the idea of super powers? As his father was transferred from the marines to the Peacekeepers, they relocated to Ney York City. He was 9 when the Black Sabbath occurred. Several years after he lost both of his grandparents on his father's side due to riots.

Dion's favorite part of classes was history. Especially his parent's mixed culture. As a biracial Japanese Norwegian American, he often travelled to Japan to see is mother's grandparents in Okinawa. There, the Devo's are in better living conditions than back home. His aunt is one and she is allowed to live with her family as her power is rather benign with being able to regenerate. His mother's family is rather tolerant and sees the Devo's as how humans will progress forward. His Grandfather, Ippo, is the head of the Devo-Humans Relations Committee. The DHRC is against the brutality of the Peacekeepers and only hosts a single Outpost for them in Tokyo. Ippo regularly has Dion's family over at Christmastime, especially when Dion showed signs of being a Devo.

It happened when Dion was 16. He was in Japan at the time and for Christmas he was given a set of wooden runes by his Aunt. He was playing with them and used his first rune, Kenaz which set the runes ablaze. Immediately Peacekeepers had been called but Ippo had such high clout he raised a hellstorm over it all, and arranged for Dion to get papers to allow him to be able to travel out of the States to visit his family, approved by the Japanese government. To this end, relations between Japan and the UN were getting strained as none of the citizens approved of the brutal methods of the Peacekeepers. They were calling it a Hostile Invasion to our nation and it's people. While it meant that he was able to move between nations, he was heavily monitored and hassled in the States. Especially since Leif was a Commander and it eventually cost him his promotion. They said he had a Conflict of Interest and it really tore at the family.

His mother stays with him in the compound, his grandfather very upset over the conditions there. Not once has he ever lacked for things though with their home being ransackedchecked every month, they are under a fair bit of stress, his mother lost her job at the Hospital and they restrict the time his father and brother are able to see them.

Motivations for being sympathetic to the DRM

Having such a hard time living in the state, as the Peacekeepers are making it insanely difficult for his father to get accepted as a citizen in Japan, he wants to see everyone get past this and see that the way it's being handled is completely wrong. He relates to the Peacekeepers as the New Nazis. He despises most of them. He understands that some people want to feel safe but this is not the way to go about it and he fears the growing tension in Japan as the UN is increasing it's sanctions on the country.

The Pizza Man

Name: Anthony Michelangelo Barelli Jr.

Age: 51

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tony is a large Italian man. He is 6'7" tall and both of his arms are covered in tattoos. He often wears his dog tags from his days as a marine in Leif's unit and occasionally his hat. He is a regular human.

Skills:

Military Veteran: Tony knows how to fight, and he fights well. Ex-Military Recon Specialist. He knows how to handle nearly any weapon and very few humans can best his strength. He speaks several languages; English, Spanish, French and Italian fluently.

Professional Chef: Cooking is his passion. Whether is be at his restaurant or at home for his husband and three sons, Tony has the knowledge of a 4 Star chef. He's close to getting his Fifth star later this year. He specializes in Authentic Italian and European cuisine.

Charisma: With his size he is naturally intimidating, however he has a lot of charm as well, and can generally tell when someone is hiding things from him. He is very persuasive, being able to talk circles around the peacekeepers at the Compound so he could get a Merchant Pass. Even if words don't talk, money does.

Equipment: His work stuff, a set of workout clothes in the backseat, his emergency kit in the trunk, his dogtags and a smile.

Biography: (Your character's history)

Tony is the eldest son of four. His father, Anthony Sr was a marine who fought in Vietnam. He met Leif in school when they were 8 and they've been best friends since. They joined the military together and eventually got into the same Recon Squad, of which Leif led. Tony was right there, his second in command always following him. When he got his first leave, he went back home to NYC to see his family. He met his future husband, Greg, there on Leather Night. They slept together whenever Tony was stateside. They finally started dating when Tony was 28(Greg was 26). He eventually married Greg and they had their first of several sons, Eric. Leif retired from the service in 2013 just before the riots. He retired alongside his friend who was still devastated over the loss of his family a year prior. He took over his father's Pizzeria.

He is currently in the works of getting a permit to open a new location inside the compound, as he wants his godson to be able to have his favorite stuff whenever he wants, instead of dealing with the hassle of his peacekeeper wardens as he puts it.

[hagroden]

Damon King

Name: Damon King

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Damon stands at an impressive 6'2, and weighs in at about 240 pounds of solid muscle. His skin is more fair than it is pale, but it's easy to mix the two up. His hair is an auburn that strays further to the side of red than it does brown, due to his Irish and Spanish heritage and his eyes are a light brown, almost Hazel color that turns to gold in the sun light. He keeps his face well shaven, with the exception of his short sideburns, which extend slightly beyond his ear lobes. He also has a tattoo on the right side of his neck, noticeably marking him as a member of the D.R.M. Additionally, his canines are notably sharper than the average Devo's and his fingernails grow sharp and pitch-black, making it look like he paints and files his nails, which are kept long.

Abilities: Organic Constructs

Damon's body is composed of an incredibly dense biomass, which he can use for a variety of different applications, both offensive and defensive. He can also detach and re-attach portions of this mass, as well as assimilate organic material (tissue, bone, etc.) from any mammal of his choosing.

Enhanced Physical Condition: Due to the Density of his biological matter and his ability to manipulate his physical makeup, Damon is much stronger, faster, and durable than most humans. Additional, he has significant regenerative properties on account of being able to manipulate his body at will.

Offensive Applications:
Damon is capable of creating prehensile tendrils of biological material which posses incredible strength and durability. He is capable of altering their tensile strength at the expense of mass and flexibility, allowing him to create hard, spear like tendrils that can be thrown or used to puncture, or softer tentacle-like masses that can be used as blunt weapons or for restraints.

He can also create constructs he has dubbed "Bio-Bombs." These bio-bombs are compacted balls of his own biomass which will explode into a mess of gripping tendrils in all directions, which will then pull outward from it's center a few moments before settling into a stagnant position. Short of a bladed instrument or significant strength, these tendrils are very difficult to pull apart or destroy, thus making them wonderful methods of killing weaker individuals, and subduing stronger ones.

Defensive Applications:
Similarly to his tendrils, Damon is able to create a layer of hardened armor over any part of his body, which prevents puncture wounds from knives and low-caliber firearms at the expense of speed and flexibility.

Additionally, he can construct powerful shields capable of resisting higher-caliber firearms and low-grade explosives, although these must be built off of a solid foundation as He can not wield these while moving due to their weight.


Major Weaknesses:
Damon's Biomass is incredibly flammable, exposure to even a gentle flame will cause his bio-matter to light up as if he was covered in gasoline, and rapidly eat away at his expendable mass, limiting his abilities until he introduces and integrates more organic material into his body.

Skills: Damon is a skilled combatant, but an even more powerful organizer. He is stunningly intelligent, incredibly well spoken, and viciously charismatic, a dangerous cocktail for the powers that be who wish to keep him and those like him under their thumb. He has an almost unnatural ability to communicate and connect with others at a deep level.

Additionally, Damon has been working Telecommunications for a few years, and has picked up on more than a few neat tricks because of it.

Equipment: Damon owns only the clothing on his back; a pair of black work boots, dark faded jeans, a white V-neck t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. (With the exception of a few tools of the trade and a laptop, all of which he keeps in a small duffel-bag.)

Biography:
Damon was raised in a poor working class family of Christian Conservative in the midwest, who were incredibly unsympathetic with the plight of the Devo's, believing that these people were demons that appeared to mark the beginning of the rapture. His parents actually participated in the Counter-Protesting of Devo's on the Black Sabbath, but returned home safely, vindicated of their beliefs by what had happened.

Damon however, had been born with an indomitable will and, much to the annoyance of his family, was a complete free thinker. After discovering he himself was a Devo, he fled from his home, knowing that his parents would have him chipped and moved to a compound if they found out. He left without a word, and spent a good amount of time existing under the radar among fellow Anarchists and Socialists. However, as society shifted and became more of a Utopia for non-Devo's and a Dystopia for Devo's, he intentionally got himself caught and identified, and was then Chipped and sent to a compound. Shortly after, he made contact with the D.R.M. and joined their ranks, getting their mark tattooed on his neck as a symbol of unwillingness to hide from the authorities.

Because of his intellect and charisma, Damon is a vocal activist for the D.R.M., organizing and radicalizing it's members as well as encouraging others to join it's ranks.

[Bea]

Micah ♥

Name:
🌕Micah Barns

Age:
🌕12

Gender:
🌕Male

Appearance:
🌕Micah has blonde hair and blue eyes.
🌕This is different than when he was younger. About the age of 6, his hair turned blonde from brown, his eyes were brown as well.
🌕He is on the smaller side for a boy his age.
🌕He stands at 54 inches tall, and weighs about 80 pounds.
🌕He has some muscle mass, but nothing that is above other children of his age.
🌕His hair falls just past his ears, and is often unkempt. He brushes it from time to time.
🌕Despite his living situation, Micah values personal hygiene.

Abilities:
🌑Darkness Manipulation
🌕The power to manipulate darkness and shadows.
🌕Micah can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a the power he gains from the moon and stars, it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: he can also control and manipulate shadows and darkness to create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness.
🌕Using the shadows to create shields or any other physical form takes much concentration, and is difficult to sustain for a long period of time.
🌕Micah can cloak himself in darkness, and under the moon and stars, can walk around "unseen" but still physically tangible.
🌕Micah only has access to his powers at night.
🌕If it's a cloudy night, or the stars and moon are shrouded in some other way the entire night, Micah has little to no way to use his powers.
🌕If Micah is not able to be outside at all during the night, his "battery" does not charge and his powers are weaker.
🌕His powers act on a "battery", his blonde hair and blue eyes take in the nighttime light from the stars and moon and give him the ability to manipulate shadows.
🌕His inhibitor chip greatly stunts his powers, with it he has a hard time using them at all.
🌕Because of this, he is helpless to stopping others, be they bullies or otherwise, unless he has "charged" his powers for a few nights.
🌕Micah must be physically in the shadows to utilize them.
🌕This means he can use his own shadow, or shadows from the smallest objects and magnify them.
🌕The sun makes Micah uneasy, as it stops him from being able to use his powers at all.
🌕A bright source of light that can dispel shadows would also cause Micah to lose the ability to control his powers.

Skills:
🌑Small and Agile
🌕Since Micah is on the smaller side for his age, he is able to run faster and fit in places others may not. He is also rather quiet in his movement, letting him sneak around without the notice of others.

🌑Intelligent
🌕Micah is still quite young, but he isn't without smarts. He loves dabbling in puzzles and mind games, and can usually think up a quick solution to a problem given some time to think. He enjoys strategy games as well. When the opportunity presents himself, he'll often get caught up in a book and finish it in very few sittings.

🌑First Aid
🌕Micah can't quite remember, but something piqued his interest in terms of the medical field. Of course, as a young boy he doesn't have access to the best equipment, but he's learned how to patch himself, and others up with what he can find in the environment.

Equipment:
🌕Micah is often seen wearing worn jeans of a darker color.
🌕He also wears short sleeved shirts in the summer, and cozier sweaters in the winter, no matter how worn down they may seem.
🌕He also enjoys wearing zip up hoodies and sweatshirts.
🌕Sometimes he'll run around barefoot, but when shoes are found, he'll wear them until the soles fall off.
🌕When the weather is colder, he'll usually wear a beanie. But when night falls, he tends to avoid hats so that he can take in the light of the moon and stars.

Biography:
🌕It wasn't clear that Micah was a Deviant at birth.
🌕It is unknown whether he had his powers at birth, or whether he acquired them a few years later.
🌕It is thought that his parents had been a part of the day of Black Sabbath. Micah had not been born yet.
🌕All that Micah understands, is that he had been born into the arms of two loving parents. Somehow, he had ended up at an orphanage at three years of age.
🌕Not long after arriving at the orphanage, he met Willow. The boys grew close, and still like to see each other to this day.
🌕Being on the smaller side as he grew up, Micah was constantly picked on, both by orphanage staff and by other children.
🌕Because of this, Micah has sadly grown accustomed to being picked on and told he's useless, both in terms of his powers and his capability.

Personality
🌕Micah is a loving and caring kid for those who feel the same towards him. He values friendship, his best friend being Willow.
🌕He is very humble, and often won't talk about being bullied, or even tell who's bullying him. He doesn't like to bug Willow too often, for fear of being too clingy or needy, so he'll disappear for a day or two at a time, keeping to himself.
🌕To others, he might seem as that one ray of innocence, one of few left in the compound in the form of children who are on their own.
🌕He can be somewhat loud at times, as certain things can pique his interest and excitement. He loves a good laugh, and playing harmless jokes on others he cares about.
🌕Micah is a very curious boy. He hasn't had many people around while growing up, so he's had to figure things out on his own. This warrants some curiosity, and lack of fear, when learning about new places or things.
🌕Micah respects those with experience, and listens well to authority and instructions given to him by such people. He feels extremely uncomfortable challenging those he feels are above him, be their rank something they've earned, or their authority as something they've scared into him.

[savannahssu]

Tzipporah Rashid

Age:

27

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Tzipporah is a slim, dark skinned woman with hazel eyes and long, wavy, black hair, which is usually down but when she is doing something that requires speed and/or urgency, she puts it up into a bun. She is normally dressed in heeled combat boots, thick well fitting sweatpants (must have deep pockets), and one of the many well fitting t shirts she has. Her makeup is minimal because she is naturally beautiful; she wears only mascara and a classic smokey eye eyeshadow which must be perfect for her to keep her sanity. The most important thing regarding her appearance is the gold bracelet her father gave her when she was a girl. She never takes it off and it means the world to her. She keeps her father with her wherever she goes.

Abilities:

Tzipporah’s abilities depend completely on her tattoos. As of right now, she has a tattoo of a jaguar on her lower back and a tarantula on her wrist. Whatever creature she has tattooed on her body she is able to summon. In regards to animals such as insects which are known to swarm, when summoning them, it will be a swarm or vast quantity. In regards to other, larger animals which are solitary, they will be summoned as solitary. The summoning ability goes into effect as soon as her tattoo heals completely. She cannot use her power unless the tattoo is completely healed and has become a part of her body. When summoning an animal, it will do Tzipporah’s bidding until it is either killed, or she calls it off. One creature/animal on her body can only be summoned three times in one day. Tattoos of people or Gods are not included in her abilities. Real animals and fictional creatures only.

Skills:

Tzipporah’s skills are not ones that stand out as soon as you meet her. She has a very powerful intuition and can read people like books. She can tell when immediately when she is being lied to, when people are genuine or faking emotions and other behavioral things like these. Coming from a place of instability and trust issues, she has gotten very good at weeding out the liers. In her spare time, or when she is stressed or bored, she will carve figurines out of wood.

Equipment:

Tzipporah carries a backpack most of the time containing a thermos for water, a spare pair of sweatpants, a couple t-shirts, socks, whatever cash she has at the time, her ID and her 6 inch serrated edged switchblade knife. She is in the process of obtaining a crossbow.

Biography:

Born into a family of wealthy, third generation Egyptians, Tzipporah was groomed from the very beginning to look, speak and act a certain way. She was expected to marry a wealthy, well known Egyptian man, have children and take care of her Mother in her old age. Due to her headstrong and independent nature, this was the last thing she wanted to do. Her father divorced her mother when she was little, however did his very best to keep in contact with Tzipporah and continue to support her, whenever she needed. Through her teenage years, she developed a strange obsession with tattoos. She couldn’t explain it, but after she got her first one, she could not stop. She got them however and whenever she could, whether that meant stealing money from her parents or doing odd jobs on the side for extra cash, her tattoos were the only thing on her mind, for some reason. . .
Her obsession with tattoos did not go unnoticed by her family; and they most certainly did not approve. However, she had gotten past the point where she felt she had to explain herself. Being the black sheep constantly eventually became amusing, as soon as she got past the emotional rejection part. Her family stayed true to their traditions and their religion, which were two things Tzipporah hated. She witnessed the Black Sabbath on the television and was inspired to her core. She knew she had to find others like her.

[CMDR Melander]

Vivian Gregory

Name: Vivian Gregory

Age: 21.

Gender: Ambiguous.

Appearance: Vivian just about reaches 5' 8" and has broad, but slouched shoulders. Nothing about them screams authority, or commands presence, but the complete opposite. Vivian is unremarkable, and seems to enjoy (or have at least accepted) that fact. Their clothing compliments the ne'er do well attitude and general passive-aggressive resistance to authority, in the classic anarchist's hoodie, some baggy black jeans and a half-shaved head, with white hair-dye.

Abilities: Comprehension.

Where a Seer knows everything about the future, Viv knows everything about the 'now'. With a look, and some concentration (and a resulting migraine that can be anywhere from 'walk it off' to 'jesus fuck I think my brain is going to come out of my nose'), Viv can discern facts out of looking at a person or a picture. They can tell you their history, their capabilities and even their powers, revealing if they are a deviant or not.

This power extends to normal people, however. By looking at a Peacekeeper, they could discern their specialty, their equipment, even existing faults in their body, gear and psyche, down to the serial number of their sidearm. None of this can be done on a whim, and the knowledge can be far too much for them to handle, resulting in their incapacitation, or if asking for the moon, the need for medical attention.

As a small note, while they could discern where a person was from a picture at the time, they wouldn't be able to tell where they were as of the second of asking the question. As such, the category of their power has jumped into many different coloured folders, and is being relabeled all the time.

Skills: Vivian isn't a genius, despite the power. They have the information, but they don't do much with it. Viv knows how to keep quiet, remain out of sight, and has been in a few fights, but they're nothing to write home about. They have their, their street-sense (though a bit dulled since they're not at 'home'), and finds some fun in writing.

They also cut their own hair, dabble in making their own 'punk' clothing (mostly sewing badges and patches onto things) and is a fair hand at makeup, particularly enjoying making those dark circles under their eyes look far worse than they are.

Equipment:
Their clothes, as stated above.
Phone.
Swiss Army Knife (if allowed by Peacekeepers).

Biography: Vivian is a Deviant from the United Kingdom, and technically is a prisoner of the Great British Empire. However, due to their ability, and how useful an asset that would be to the much more Deviant-riddled areas of the United States, an agreement was formed to have them 'on loan'. Viv was extradited to the US to be used for interrogation, scanning, and even for recruitment purposes, ensuring that DRM schemes never came to fruition within the Peacekeepers own ranks, despite their already rigorous background checks and safety procedures.

Vivian, however, is - in their own words - 'not a rat'. They decided that they would make the best of a bad situation. While not technically DRM, since the tattoo would entirely jeopardise them, and their ability to fuck shit up while on this side of things, Vivian tells the truth to the Peacekeepers who ask them questions most of the time so that they can lie about things some of the time. A lot of Deviants owe their lives to them, though for a whole lot more, Viv is the only reason they were captured in the first place.

It's hard to rebel when you're on your own, but Viv makes the best of it in feeding small packets of misinformation that get accepted like gospel truth.

"If you follow all the little rules, you get to break some of the big ones."

[MsMorningstar]

Carmen Hange

~Name~

Carmen Hange

~Age~

23

~Gender~

Female

~Appearance~

Carmen stands at a solid six feet, weighing one-hundred sixty pounds. Her body is well toned, and the clothing she wears does little to conceal it. She has deep brown skin, with pinkish scars throughout. Her hair is usually in tight dutch braids, but whenever she wears it down it fluffs up into a giant afro with a red streak in plain view on top of her head. Her nose is rather wide, and she has a stud piercing on the left side. Her eyes are a deep brown bordering on black, and she never steps out of the house without colored winged liner, her current preference being red. She is usually seen in crop tops and low waisted jeans or sweats that she hangs off her waist. When it's cold out, she tucks her braids into a beanie and wears a heavy hooded sweatshirt.

~Abilities~

Electricity Manipulation:
With Chip
Shocking: Carmen can jolt people with electrical blasts through physical contact. These blasts spread throughout the body, making them far less harmful due to a lack of concentration. The shock is equivalent to .001 amperes, or a severe shock.
Metal Conduits: Using metal as a sort of focus for her abilities, Carmen can shock people to the same degree, but in a fixed location.
Sparks: Carmen can cause sparks to fly between her fingertips on a whim. Nifty for starting fires.
Equipment Frying: Carmen can fry electrical equipment through touch.
Without Chip
Muscle Paralysis: Through physical contact (or a metal conduit), Carmen can shock people to the point where their muscles stiffen, effectively paralyzing them.
Stop and Go: With a concentrated blast of electricity through physical contact, Carmen can make someone's heart stop or start.
Lightning Strikes: Carmen can manipulate streams of electricity through her fingertips, and send them forth in a blast similar to a strike of lightning.
EMPs: Without having to physically touch an electronic object, Carmen can send out an electrical pulse that fries it.

~Skills~

Boxing: Some of Carmen's first memories were watching her father box. Before she learned how to ride a bike, she was learning how to box.
Lay Low: Despite her size and presence, Carmen is surprisingly good at fading into the background when the situation calls for it.
First Aid: While not an expert, Carmen knows how to patch herself/others up. It's something she had to learn after years of split lips, torn knuckles, and worse.

~Equipment~

Her current clothing.
A pack of chewing gum.
Her "taser" (a stainless steel fork).
Her car keys.

~Biography~

Born into a lower-class family, Carmen grew up wearing hand-me-downs and playing happily with silverware rather than toys. Carmen's family was full of Devo's, to the point where it would have been surprising if she hadn't ended up with powers. When she turned eight, her powers began to develop much to the joy of her parents. Two years later, The Black Sabbath took place. When her family was rounded up, they went willingly. Taking only their most valuable possessions, they moved into the Compounds and started a new life. Things went on almost normally, and Carmen learned that sometimes, speaking up and fighting isn't the answer. She carries this outlook with her wherever she goes.

[NorthernKraken]

Weird Goose Lady

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Age:

20

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Nia maintains an appearance of carefully curated shabbiness. Her hair is short and choppy, her jeans thrifted and torn, and her flannel shirts about 3 sizes too big from the mens section. She keeps herself reasonably well-presented though, more than you would expect from an ex-con living in a slum with her pet goose. She doesn't care if people think she's vein, or conceited though. If covering the bags under her eyes with makeup and keeping her clothes clean means she can leave the house and go to work, then that's what she's determined to do.

Abilities:

Nia's unchipped ability essentially equates to producing a powerful concussive force blasts from her palms, probably equivelant to the force of a large truck going around 60m/h. This ability is difficult to control, often rearing it's head when she feels physically threatened, and using it leaves her physically exhausted and needing to consume a helluva lot of calories to make up for the energy expended.

Chipped, her ability is significantly downscaled - about the equivalent force of a car going at 20m/h. It still leaves her just as drained, and is still difficult to control.

Skills:

Thanks to her time in prison, Nia can hold her own in a fistfight, although more often than not, her powers will kick in unintentionally the second she gets hit. Out of necessity, she learnt how to be a good judge of character - and knows who not to cross, where to go if she needs something, and what different people will want her to do to get it. She also learnt how to finger crochet inside, because why not right?

Aside from that, Nia's a smart cookie, and knows more about insects than any reasonable person probably should. She's good with wildlife in general due to a fascination with natural history, and can easily distinguish plants from each other. She's a good artist, but hasn't drawn in a while due to pencils being contraband.

Equipment:

- Nia's pretty short on clothes, but has enough stuff to get by only doing laundry once a week
- She has a reasonable collection of cosmetics, although nothing fancy
- An incredibly battered set of wildlife field guides - one for insects, one for birds, a few for plants, and one for the coast.
- Several miscellaneous natural history books, some with long overdue library return dates
- An old key on her keyring with the edge sanded down to a point
- Birdseed for Loch

Biography:

Nia was always a strange child, at least, by the standards of her wealthy parents. She preferred spending time alone, writing or drawing, as opposed to playing with the other kids. When she was forced into interaction, she was either quiet, or disquieting - preferring insects to bunny rabbits, black to pink, make believe games taking place in alien spaceships as opposed to those involving houses and babies. The first psychologist her parents took her to suggested she was just imaginative, the second, introverted. The third confirmed that yes, their daughter was a weirdo, but no, there wasn't anything actually wrong with her, but them he couldn't be so sure about.

After that, her parents forced themselves to ease up a little. They may not understand their daughter, but that didn't mean they couldn't go with her to the bug museum, or help her dye her hair black. Unfortunately, the kids at school weren't so kind. Nia found herself on the receiving end of fairly vicious bullying from her peers. The school and her parents did what they could, but ultimately, it got to the point where Nia couldn't attend school anymore due to concerns for her safety and well being.

Nia's parents instead found a homeschool group, and fortunately, Nia fit right in. The students there were more accepting of Nia's Nia-ness (something probably helped by the fact that she was slightly older now, the age where standing out and being slightly strange is kinda cool). Nia was starting to be more aware of social issues too. She thought it unfair that people were put into compounds just for being different, although the whole thing felt distant, like it didn't affect her, and even if it did, she wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

Everything changed, however, when Nia was 15, and one of the dads in the home school group asked her to come and see something in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Nia, still somewhat naive and temporarily free from her parents' watch, followed him.

You can probably guess what happened next.

Nia's abilities activated, and the resulting blast of concussive energy was enough to put a hole in the wall of the house. The man attacking her was seriously injured - paralysed from the waist down, and suffering a severe brain injury. Nia spent the next five years inside a prison facility for 'use of deviant abilities on a non-powered individual'. Her assailant received no prison time whatsoever.

Nia was released straight into a compound, where she is still struggling to find her footing. Fortunately, she's not alone - she has her best pal Loch to keep her company. Unfortunately, Loch happens to be a goose. He's a good listener though...

[Damo021]

Emilia.

Name:
Emilia-Marie Rivera.

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Emilia stands at five foot and six inches, weighing roughly one hundred and seventeen pounds. Despite her habits of eating anything she fancies and with a love for alcohol, her body is toned to lightly muscled which slightly shows with her clothing sense, which could be classed predominantly goth with a dash of playful femininity. Emilia loves arm sleeves, often liking the variety.
Emilia has small cheeks, a medium size nose, hands, and ears with delicate slightly over average size lips, baby blue eyes and a slight olive skin complexion. has long braided red hair, it falls to shoulder length draping over her shoulders, she prefers to wear it freely, but may at times tie it up. She has a serpent tattoo that starts on her upper right shoulder and goes down halfway to her elbow, another one is located on her left side/hip and thigh. Emilia has several piercings, she has both her ears pierced with three pairs of small hoops and her right eyebrow pierced.

Abilities:
Magnetokinesis: Emilia can manipulate various forms of magnetism, usually creating a green field of magnetic energy around her fingers allowing her to move metallic and otherwise magnetic objects in a similar manner to telekinesis.

Ferromagnetism: Emilia can magnetize metal and manipulate magnetic objects, causing them to attract or repel each other. She can use it to ferrokinetically halt bullets in mid-air and launch them, cause several cars to move and group together, manipulate the pedals of a car to make it move on its own and remove the medical bone screws inside an underground fighter’s knee. Her abilities also work against humans who wear metal or other objects she could magnetize, which allowed her to repeatedly shove a security officer against a dumpster, drag several officers across the ground by pulling on their guns. In the beginning, the size, weight, and distance of her targets will limit Emilia's effectiveness with her powers, However, as time will progress, Emilia's abilities will grow stronger, extending her distance and the amount of metal she could manipulate to a point where she would able to pull a jet out of the sky and bring it crashing down, displaying the degree of power she potentially wields.

• Ferromagnetic Sense: She is also able to sense the presence of metals, as she did when she detected the screws in a fighter's knee from an old sports injury or when she sensed the exact position of a safe behind a heavy locked door beneath the fight club she was in.

• Ferromagnetic Levitation: Since Emilia was 16, she's been wearing steel-toe boots, metallic bracelets, and various metals within her outfits allowing her to levitate.

Electromagnetism: Emilia can create and use magnetic fields to manipulate electrical currents, allowing her some control over electrical appliances. She has used this ability to cause lights to turn off or even blow out, shut down vehicles using an electromagnetic pulse (EMP) and reverse the electrical current of a Taser to the individual who was holding it.

• Electromagnetic Sense: She has stated that just as she can detect metal; Emilia can feel surrounding electrical currents. She can also sometimes vaguely sense when people or animals are in the same general area, due to sensing the trace metal content in their bones and electromagnetic pulses in their nervous systems.

• Radio Frequency Distortion: Emilia could block cell and walkie-talkie frequencies using her abilities.

Weaknesses:

Using Power: When her powers are used; a greenish-black glow surrounds Emilia’s hands; this makes it hard for her to use them secretly.

Non-Metallic Objects: Emilia's greatest weakness is that she is powerless when there is no metal around for her to manipulate, forcing her to use her skills or get out and dodge.

Physical/Mental Condition: Emilia's powers are proportionally affected by her physical health and level of concentration. When severely injured, her body is unable to withstand the strain of manipulating magnetic energy in effective ways. She is also susceptible to physical and mental fatigue that can ultimately affect her efficiency in using any of her powers, especially if she overuses or extends them in a short amount of time.

Skills:

Parkour: Through trial and error, Emilia is efficient at going from one point to another in a complex environment without any assistive equipment.

Ambidextrous: Emilia has the ability to use both the right and left hand equally well.

Pickpocket: Learned from her juvenile years, Emilia was stealing money or other valuables from a person or a victim without them noticing the theft at the time. Could be handy for her own or Devo cause right?

Hotwiring: Emilia has learned the process of bypassing a motor vehicle's ignition interlock and thus starting it without the key, she was a bad girl when she was younger.

Poi Dancing: A little side passion of hers, Emilia enjoys doing this performance art, poi involves swinging tethered weights through a variety of rhythmical and geometric patterns. She may also sing or dance while swinging her poi, Fire and LED seems to be her favourite to use.

Underground fighter: When Emilia was illegally brought into the country, she was forced to participate in underground fighting, which is an illegal and unsanctioned activity, but do people really care if they pay to see a Devo suffer and fight for survival?

Equipment:

A small backpack, in case she needs to use it, some clothing that she has managed procure while forced to live in the compound as she had nothing but what was on her back. Some toiletry essentials, was given her I.D from the peacekeepers, nothing worse than being an illegal and a Deviant. Various metallic bracelets, stolen sunglasses and a pair of tethered weights.

Biography:

Emilia was originally born in Derry, Northern Ireland and is the only Daughter of the family, her father Brian and her mother Alisa. often Emilia spent most of her childhood time alone in her room and getting annoyed at overly nosy neighbours. Although her younger brother Phillip would often annoy her, Emilia was incredibly protective of him, whom she described as a great kid. In her early life Emilia often bonded with her father, spending time with him fixing things around the home with him, she was not great at it at first but she enjoyed the time together until his work got in the way, from that point on Mila was often getting in trouble causing arguments within the household, this compounded by the fact her parents were hardly home now because of their work, she became rather rebellious, breaking house rules often.

In her teenage years however, Emilia's they were plagued with troubles, although her mother was now fully back into her life after being medically classed unfit to work, it was a struggling adjustment as Emilia was always getting into trouble several times until she was eventually arrested, several times, to which her father took matters into his own hands, bitterly disappointed in his daughter. It was around this stressful point in her life and fighting literally with her father which got physical at times that weird shit started happening around the house, things being in a different place compared to where they once were.

It wasn’t until one fight with her father did it all go too far. the teen had incidentally launched her father out the back patio door of their home, causing him a lot of pain. Emilia freaked out proper and even her mother went ballistic, was to be okay, fortunately only a few cuts and bruises but boy did she quickly become the black sheep of the family. Her parents wanted answers and knew there was something wrong with their daughter but literally, luxuries were taken away from her at this point.

Emilia was a Deviant, nothing more or nothing less, was she scared? Dam right she was at first and the teen lost everything and over the years, her parents was spending money to find a way to ‘correct her’ and to stop her from harming anyone else, Emilia was kept hidden in the house, never being allowed to venture out, to make sure she could not escape, she was hidden in the basement of the house, it seemed her father was spending quite the bit of money to hide and punish Emilia for being the freak and a disappointment. But, the problem for Brian was, it was incredibly hard to keep Emilia hidden, she often tried to escape as she was getting creative and adventurous with her new found abilities.

After many years of frustration and desperation to get Emilia away and out of their lives, Brian had managed to get hold of some contacts to get her smuggled out to the U.S, then one night, their hands were washed clean of having to deal with Emilia anymore as she was left abandoned by her very own family. Nothing was more frightening to wake up in a dark room and not even realizing that you were in another country. Overtime Emilia was put into underground fights, often having to fight for the enjoyment of others, she wasn't always very good at it, and if she would step out of line was often beaten.

she had come to accept it, she was a Devo, and was nothing more than a monster and attraction for disgusting people willing to pay to see her suffer. Eventually finding out she was in America with no one knowing or caring for her, no friend or family sent her over the edge, her violence often having get carried away, she just wanted it to end and be over with, no one would care if she died right? Her fighting got more furious to the point her powers had evolved somewhat, during her last couple of fights and to the shock of many, Emilia managed to knock a fighter unconscious by kneeing him the head when he was down. She also knocked out another by punching him in the face with a metal spoon wrapped around her hand.

The experience had excited her, and quickly she continued pounding the guy because she was fighting in just pure anger, he was crumpled on the floor screaming his ass off. After that things went mental, the peacekeepers were made aware and called to come and apprehend her. By the time the initial responders arrived, Emilia was already outside in the streets, upon engaging her, Emilia had dragged several peacekeeper officers across the ground by pulling on their guns before concentrating on one of them in particular and repeatedly shoved the peacekeeper against a dumpster before being incapacitated, the incident was recorded and later showed on television. Upon capture, she was chipped and sent to the New York compound.

Additional Note: Crossed out powers or abilities are effected by the power dampening identification chip, and therefor while having one, Emilia is unable to access those particular powers.