[CHAR] An Apocalypse like No Other

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Freddie

Name: Fredrick(Freddie ) Barton
Age:19
Appearance:


Bio: Freddie was thirteen when the end of the world happened. Up till then he lived a fairly normal life he went to school, had crushes , worried about his grades that sort of thing. Freddie lived in L.A. You see a city in the middle of the deserts of California, but once the apocalypse hit the deserts became giant temperate forest a tree even broke Freddies middle school in half for heaven sakes. With the new forest came predators that hadn't been wild and free in California for a while , the grizzlie he
Bear came back along with packs of wolves and so forth. Freddie only survived by getting to his father's rifle in time once he came home to find a bear feasting on his parents .

Freddie has lived in the apocalypse for six years struggling for every day of it until his fourth year. When Freddie was sixteen he was visited by a a man wearing a bearskin cloak or so he thought. In reality it was the entity known as Torimir the entity the more animalistic qualities of nature both human and well animals . After meeting the entity Freddie struck a deal and has been living in the now forests of L.A. Till this day.

Entity deal rules and abilities gained: The deal Torimir made with Freddie required two things , Freddies blood and Freddie to let Torimir reside in his body with Freddie so the cut on his cheek(from the pic) Acts as the blood and entrance/exit for Torimir.
Abilities: the abilities made from the deal are what follows
Freddie has a increased sense of smell being able to easily differ and track scents

Freddie can see almost any type of prints mainly footprints and animal prints these seem to be highlighted when Freddie focuses on them

Freddie has increased speed being able to keep up with wolves

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Omen

Name: Sjörnn Hastings
Alias: Omen
Age: 26
Magic?: Sorcerer's Spark.

Omen is a skilled Sorcerer, with his skills in magic furthered by the magic crystals embedded in his right hand. His particular style of Sorcery tends to lend itself to Pyromancy, and other forms of Evocation.

Weapon of Choice:

Charlotte

Charlotte is the name Omen gave to his double barrell shotgun. He got it six years ago, just after the apoclypse. After a few years he added a handguard and blade. It is his singluar most prized possession.
Twi years ago, he even found a way to channel his magic through it.

Defining Features:

Crystal infused hand

Sjörnn worked in a lode stone processing facility prior to the apocylpse. On the day of his apocyplse, a pressure lock on one of the machines didn't work for an unknown reason. Sjörnn tried to reach in and pull the crystal out before the next crystal began to form, but couldn't quite get it. The next crystal began to form, causing the stuck crystal and the new one to shatter and embed into Sjörnn's arm. He doesn't exactly now how it happened, as he blacked out, but woke up in a ruined workshope, surronded by destoryed lode stone machines, with a hand full of crystals.
He nornally keeps it bandaged up, to hide the precious crystals from people who may want to steal them.

Bio: Sjörnn was born into a middle class family. Didn't do too well in school, and got picked on a bit because of his red eyes that denoted a Sorcerer's Spark. He dropped out of school early to start an apprenticship working as a lode stone machine operator. It was shit work, but it paid good, considering he had no qualifications when he started.
It was only a couple years before he found himself employeed by the largest magic crystal production company in the united states. Walking up and down the rows of lode stone machines, picking up magic crystals and putting them in his cart and making sure each machine was still running. Boring work, until one day a machine got stuck and dispite all the signs saying not to, he stuck his hand up in the machine to try and get it out. The next thing he knew, he had woken up in a burnt out workshop, in a city that was little more than ruins.
That was six years ago now. Since hen he had started his own life after the apocalypse, learning to use the crystals in his arm to stay ahea of the pack of Hungry monsters always nipping at his heals.

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Alytra Sinclair

Name: Alytra Mae Sinclair
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Magic: Sorcerer's Spark - Alytra has the spark, but doesn't quite know what that means, or what to do with it.
Special Abilities: She is an empath, and tends to be able to sense people's auras, occasionally being able to tap into the feelings and minds of others, but at the moment, she can only receive brief snippets. She will also from time to time exhibit great physical strength, but only for brief periods of time.
Traits: Eyes are naturally a strong purple shade, denoting her magical abilities, but her parents encouraged her to wear contacts
since they adopted her, to hide her spark from those who may want to use it to their own advantage.
Job: Currently unemployed, panhandler/thief
Appearance: Alytra stands at an about average height of 5'6. She is a sturdy, busty young woman, who wouldn't be considered fat, but has too much muscle mass to be considered skinny. Her skin is extremely pale, and it is in stark contrast to her rather short, spiky black hair, which contains streaks of magenta throughout. Her eyes are typically a bright, crystal blue hue, but she is almost constantly wearing contacts, leaving her real eye color a mystery to those who first meet her or see her wandering the desolate streets of her hometown. She typically wears whatever poor excuse for clothing she can find, raiding stores that haven't been completely destroyed, or taking them from those who don't watch over their bases carefully enough. Back when she was living with the Sinclairs, though, she was able to buy pretty much whatever she wanted, and tended to opt for durable black spandex capris, a pair of black Vans or other comfortable sneakers, lacy but supportive black undergarments, and a T-shirt or tank-top. If she could get her hands on any decent jewelry again, she prefers silver, with necklaces, bracelets, and anklets being her favorite pre-apocalypse accessory.
Personality: If there was one word to describe Alytra, it would be this: spunky. She has a lot of spunk, and a hell of an easy time letting anyone around her know. She is sarcastic, witty, independent, and coy, with a quirky sense of humor. She wouldn't consider herself a liar, but she definitely has trust issues, given her history, and isn't as forthcoming as she could be at times. After all, being forced into taking what you need sort of takes away the ability to be honest at all times. She will also always persevere when she needs to accomplish a task, despite what happens in the process, if she knows it needs to be done. If someone really gets to know her and is close to her, she may reveal her more sensitive side, and since she is somewhat in-tune with the auras and emotions of others, it can take a great toll on her own feelings and emotional life. If she lets down her guard around someone, she really trusts and respects them, but it has to be equally earned: if Alytra feels disrespected, she will make that known, and it will often end in some display of physical aggression.
Background: Alytra was adopted at the age of four, and doesn't remember anything of her life before that point. She was taken in by the rich and powerful Sinclairs, a couple who had always wanted a child but were too preoccupied with traveling and their careers to try and do it naturally. However, when they adopted Alytra, they realized that she was different... And they didn't like it. As a child Alytra was constantly getting into trouble at school, for reasons not understood by teachers or her parents, and would at times become violent and lash out, too. They always encouraged her to hide her powers (or in their eyes, detriments) and to act professionally, in secrecy, so as to uphold the Sinclair name. Due to their fear that they may end up with another kid that was just too hard to handle, Alytra remained an only child, with plenty of money and things but very few real relationships with people. Unfortunately, though, no amount of money or status was enough to save Alytra's parents from the void that their upper-end apartment was sucked into while Alytra was at school one day. Orphaned again at just thirteen, she and her best friend took to the streets, sleeping where they could and taking what they needed. Recently, she has been through some tougher-than-usual times and fallen in with the wrong crowd, having been separated from her best friend. Although she may not admit it, Alytra is desperately searching for safety, shelter, food, and answers - and, overall, the one thing she never had: a family.
Items: Alytra takes what she needs, and sometimes what she wants, when she needs it. On her person from day to day are usually the clothes she is wearing, a brown leather backpack containing a few medical supplies, a notebook, pens/colored pencils, a raggedy blanket,a water canteen, a few granola bars and other snacks, and various other trinkets. She carries a pair of knives as well, often well-hidden somewhere on her body, for easy access.

The hair would look very similar to this, with only the black base and lighter purple color streaks:

Hairstyle

The eyes/face somewhat like this, when not covered with the blue colored contacts:

Face/Eyes

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Katia Harris

Name: Katia Harris

Age: 23

Appearance:

5’8’’ with a stocky frame. Dark brown skin, dark brown eyes. Typically wears her hair back in a frizzy ponytail. Her apocalyptic clothing choices are usually neutral-colored, masculine, and function-over-fashion. Except for shoes – if there’s ever a moment of safety in this apocalypse, goddamn, she’s gonna wear some nice heels for once. She also wears sap gloves and carries a knife.

Magic source: Entity pact

Abilities: Anti-magic (granted by entity) and hand-to-hand fighting prowess (learned the hard way)

Personality

Katia’s defining trait is her protective and mama bear instincts… though she’s often not very gentle in the way she expresses these feelings. (Put on a fuckin’ coat before your dumb ass freezes off!) She can also be stubborn and tough. Katia has a strong moral code and is resistant to change, desiring to preserve and return society to the way it was rather than try to form it into something new. This is sometimes a good thing, like helping maintain a shred of order and humanity when chaos magic is ravaging the country. But it can also be a bad thing, like when creative magic-users suggest unconventional plans. She tends to be a straightforward person. Overall, Katia is a person who loves and cares deeply about many things, but she’d rather express it through actions than sentimental feelings or words.

History

Katia was raised in a decent home with loving parents and a younger brother, Deshawn. Deshawn was born with the Sorcerer’s Spark and could control the weather. Could, as in, he might’ve learned how to utilize his abilities well if he had been able to focus on it. Deshawn had ADHD, so concentrating on most new skills was hard for him. Sometimes Deshawn would do something really cool with his powers, impressing everyone around him. Other times, he’d get bored or frustrated and jump to a new skill before he was ready, with embarrassing results. And one time the family had to rush out of a parent-teacher conference because he felt too sad to turn off the sudden rain clouds.

As for Katia, she spent the first couple years hating her magical brother for all the attention he got. But she eventually matured enough to love her baby brother, his infectious smile, his amazing showmanship. Katia carved out some attention and praise for herself by playing various sports, eventually deciding on kickboxing as her favorite. Partly because her kickboxing prowess had an interesting way of dissuading people from picking on her little brother. Nobody dared to beat him up after that first incident, though verbal bullying and such still occurred.

Deshawn was certainly quirky, but overall things were going well… until he hit puberty. Around his twelfth birthday, his powers and emotions happened to spike at the same time. He never learned how to carefully control his abilities, and now they were becoming more of a problem. Deshawn’s friends, family, even Deshawn himself started to feel afraid around him.

One rainy day – Katia age 16, Deshawn age 12 – Katia’s first boyfriend was invited to dinner with the family. Deshawn and his dad got into a heated argument about… Katia didn’t even remember what. Something about a magic crystal. She just remembers the blinding flash, the booming roar, then waking up dazed and broken in an ambulance. No trace of Deshawn was ever found – he must’ve been unharmed and panicked enough to flee the scene. The rest of them died before help could arrive, electrocuted by Deshawn’s wild magic lightning. Katia survived, but she ended up half-deaf and with crippling lung damage.

In her plenty of time to sit and think alone in the hospital, Katia developed a bitter hatred toward magic. Part of her knew that was irrational – heck, magic had even helped save her life. But it’s difficult to be rational toward a mysterious force that instantly ripped everything she loved away from her – even the brother who wielded it.

However, there was another being who understood her strange hatred. A little-known Entity named Ro learned of Katia’s story and approached her with an offer. With a great amount of their strength, Ro could heal the worst of her magical wounds, and grant her some abilities to prevent more in the future. They asked for just two things in return.

#1: They knew Katia didn’t come from a rich background, so they would request just one large magical crystal. It would only cost all the money she would get from her parents’ will. Wasn’t that so much less than decades of medical bills?

#2: Squash magic wherever and whenever possible. Destroy it. Let the hate flow through you. Any magic would do… Ro wasn’t picky. But they would especially delight in snuffing out reckless, uncontrollable forms of magic… like the kind that killed Katia’s loved ones. Because, after all, Ro was a kind Entity at heart. They only hated magic because of the harm it did to people. (Definitely no hidden ulterior motive here, nope.)

The desperate teen hardly gave herself any time to think before agreeing to Ro’s terms. The gray, shimmering, formless entity reached out to touch Katia. She felt a moment of paralyzing terror and cold as a gray tendril snaked its way into her chest. She blinked, and the Entity was gone.

The next morning, Katia had improved enough to walk out of the hospital and begin her new life as… an anti-magic vigilante??? Weird. But, in her neck of the woods, magic was a source of well-maintained power that improved lives. Whenever she did feel a weird nagging in her chest, it was something like some asshole trying to use a magical item that they clearly stole. Katia relished in beating criminals like them to a pulp… almost too much… But hey, those situations were few and far between. This contract wouldn’t be too hard or interfere with her being an upright citizen.

A few months later, the apocalypse started.

Fuck.

Current anti-magic powers:
Shield – protects Katia against minor magic
Detection – Katia can sense magic, though only if it’s strong and chaotic enough to particularly piss off her Entity. Also, it kinda hurts.
Healing – Katia has a slightly faster healing time from magic effects (that one major healing was a sign-up bonus)