[OOC] CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

[Maxx]

January 1st, 1992

Auld Lang Syne- University College Dublin Choral Scholars

The night is clear and bright and cold. The small town of Leesburgh, Pennsylvania is celebrating the new year. As the ball drops in Times Square, families huddled around televisions leap into uproarious applause. Small children run onto the well-manicured lawns of the suburban homes, banging pots and pans and twirling sparklers, leaving trails of light in their wake. Bottles of champagne pop. Car horns blare. Drunken men join arm-and-arm in the streets and sing Auld Lang Syne, led along by Dick Clark’s New Year's Eve on the bar TVs. On a widow’s walk on Maple Street, two lovers share a New Year’s kiss.

Something is hurtling through space.

On the football field of Jack Kirby High School, a crowd has gathered. Lawn chairs sit in clusters all around the field. As the crowd leaps to their feet, husbands and wives embrace while children in heavy coats run in lines weaving between the clusters, decked out in glow sticks. The fireworks show begins: streaks of smoke ascend into the cloudless sky and erupt into a cascade of colors, painting the darkness with red and green streaks.
If the crowd was paying attention, they’d notice another color in the sky, too- a streak of blue and red and violet hurtling down from above, a tiny point of colored light expanding as it approaches. If the booming of the fireworks and the crashing of pots and pans hadn’t taken over the night air, the people would have been able to hear a faint noise, a rumble like the tearing of paper. It is drawing nearer.
In other parts of the country right now, astronomers are scrambling from computer to computer, trying to pinpoint the identity of the object now soaring down towards the eastern United States. Is it a nuclear missile? No- it’s way too high in the atmosphere, even for an ICBM. Is it an asteroid? It looks like one, for sure, but it hadn’t been there just moments before, had it? How had a world with millions of antennas and satellites pointed skyward missed a gigantic glowing ball of fire bearing down upon the world? At Harrisburg International Airport, fighter jets taxi out onto the runway accompanied by frantic national guardsmen, called away from their celebrations with their families. Now, they are sitting on a runway overlooking an empty, black sky, unsure of what exactly they are about to witness, but prepared for the worst.
There is a boy on his father’s shoulders at Jack Kirby Field. He is holding a Sony camcorder, gleaming silver and large as his head. He just got it for Christmas, and now he has it trained on the fireworks show. Through the lens, we can see what he saw, grainy and pockmarked with static, but it’ll have to do. The boy is cheering as a sea of golden sparks rain down from a firework burst, sizzling like bacon in a pan- the crackly ones are his favorite type. All of a sudden, a rumble moves through the crowd like a wave. There is a sound in the air, that rumbling static like an enormous sheet of paper tearing in two. A nearby radio begins to blare the hair-raising screech of the Emergency Broadcast System. Before the automated voice can speak, there is a burst of color up above, a flash of blue then violet then blood red. The boy whips around, nearly falling off of his father’s shoulders. A tremendous shape is tearing through the sky, a massive projectile with a trail of red, blue, and violet streaks flying off like tendrils. The projectile streaks like a plane at low altitude. It seems to be coming straight for the town.
All around, chaos ensues. The boy’s father lowers him into his arms and begins to run. Chairs are abandoned and kicked over. The radio is left blaring, though no one can understand the voice on it under the stampede. The boy keeps the camera trained on the sky, the light getting larger and larger. It seems to arc, as if pulling up to avoid crashing into the ground. The tail of colors streaks across a third of the sky. Then, in a single moment, there is a burst of blinding, multicolored light, and an earth-shattering “BOOM!” A shockwave rips through the town. Car alarms blare. Glass storefronts and windshields explode. People at the stadium, just below the blast, are driven to the ground, covering their heads. The screen on the camcorder cracks as the boy dives to the ground.
There is a long rumble like an earthquake, the camera not moving. Beneath the rumble, though, there is another sound, one strange and electronic, like crystals shattering underwater. There are flashes of color off screen, more lights appearing after the initial blast in the sky. The boy is screaming and crying.

“Daddy! Daddy!” the boy cries. “Where are you? Daddy!"

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The New Year by Death Cab For Cutie

On January 1st, 1992, the world changed forever. In the Leesburgh Incident, as it came to be known, a cosmic object of unknown origin crashed through Earth’s atmosphere and exploded above the town of Leesburgh, Pennsylvania. While no obvious signs of harm were present in any of Leesburgh’s citizens, strange things began happening when pregnant women present in the town on the night of the incident began to give birth. Their children exhibited bizarre abilities unknown to science: glowing skin, hands erupting with flame, telekinetic force fields. These children, born with supernatural abilities, became known as Children of Lee, or CLs for short. Ever since that day, children conceived in Leesburgh are born with these powers.
The whole world scrambled to understand what was going on in the town of Leesburgh: scientists, reporters, and military personnel all butting up against each other. Some came to see the CLs as hope that peace could be achieved in the world through these supernatural heroes. Others came to see CLs as a threat to the lives of ordinary citizens. Still others saw them as weapons for America to use against their enemies, crushing those who oppose them under the bootheel of supernatural might.
This story, though, takes place in the year 2010, eighteen years after the Leesburgh Incident rocked the world. The first CLs are now in their senior year of high school, preparing for an uncertain future in a world that neither understands nor trusts them. Our player characters are some of these students, supernaturally gifted but dealing with the real-world consequences of having supernatural powers: mass media, government bureaucracy, organized hatred. This RP will tell the story of these children as they navigate life and find their place in a world that wants to both reject and exploit them.

RULES AND GUIDELINES:

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1. This is not an open RP. It is invitation-only and is designed to be a small group of people who I know and trust. Unless I’ve written with you before, asking to join is a moot point.
2. All manner of things are allowed in this rp: blood, gore, cursing, sex (when it’s not between minors), etc. That said, we are going for a slightly lighter tone than some of the dark and gritty modern renditions of the superhero concept. A good rule of thumb for this RP is that if it would happen on a CW show, maybe think twice before posting it.
3. For right now, I’m going to limit players to 2 characters per person. I want the cast to be a fairly small group without too many extraneous moving parts.
4. A big part of this RP for me is going to be building the town of Leesburgh. Every player will get to contribute to building up this small town, adding locations, businesses, and NPCs as they see fit. Remember that Leesburgh is a small town of about 13,000 people, so giant skyscrapers or enormous research labs really aren’t going to be thematically consistent.
5. Another big part of this RP is going to be exploring life as a supernatural individual apart from the punching and kicking (though there will be punching and kicking). When building your character, think of ways that people would realistically react to the invention of superheroes. Would they be bigoted? Jealous? Supportive but misunderstanding? Details like this will help build the world up and support our thematic goals, in addition to just telling a fun story.
6. I know I said cursing is allowed, but no slurs please. Yes, I know that in 2010 f****t and r****d were more or less socially acceptable, but that kind of stuff really makes a modern audience uncomfortable even if you aren’t using it to be bigoted.

[Maxx]

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Leesburgh, Pennsylvania is located in York County along I-83, equidistant between the city of York and the Mason-Dixon Line. It has a population of about 13,000 people and has grown considerably since the eponymous Leesburgh Incident, in which an extraterrestrial object exploded over the town and bathed it in a form of radiation unknown to science. The town has a fairly urban aesthetic, with plaster-facade buildings, copious chain link fences, and lots of concrete. Graffiti covers the overpasses and alleyways. The locations within Leesburgh will be continually updated here, as well as any changes to them.

Locations

• Main Street: The hub of small business in the city, Main Street is a few blocks in the center of town. It contains many bars, restaurants, and shops, and is a big cultural center for the community.
• Mount Grey State Park: West of Leesburgh, past the Pile, is a small rugged area affectionately called Mount Grey. Though Mount Grey is only about 800 feet tall at its highest, it has a lot of hiking trails and some beautiful nature despite being so close to an urban area. Some parts of the park are infamously frequented by meth-heads who are too weird even for the Pile.
• Summer Park: Main Street dead ends into Summer Park, a couple-acre space of green in the otherwise grey and brown city. Grey Park has your usual park amenities: a playground, woods, a gazebo, a community garden, and a skate park.
• The Pile: Off on the western outskirts of town is an abandoned parking garage known to everyone as the Pile. Once set to be the parking lot for a brand new mall, the Pile was abandoned after the mall project was scrapped, and since has become a hub for the seedier folk in town. Drug dealers, junkies, drag racers, homeless folks, and regular old punks can be found in the Pile. The walls are covered with decades of graffiti, adding a splash of color to the otherwise brutal place.

Businesses/Amenities

• Arby’s: There’s an Arby’s. The final boss fight will take place in the Arby’s. You can’t stop this. It will happen.
• Big & Tall: Big & Tall was founded in 1989 in response to growing populations of men over six feet two inches (188 cm) or waist sizes over 40 inches (100 cm). As one can imagine, an observant businessperson noticed the growing demand in Leesburg for odd sized clothing, and has been laughing their way to the bank ever since.
• Black Lotus Tattoos: Run by Marcey Takahashi, Black Lotus is the most popular tattoo parlor in town. It's on Main Street, a few doors down from Mooncash Coffee. The place has a general punk aesthetic, with walls covered in flash art and graffiti, though the place is kept clean and safe. The store sits on an intersection, and the wall along the side road is covered in graffiti from local artists.
• Happy’s: At the south end of Main Street is a Happy’s, a cheap restaurant chain found all along the East Coast. Like other instances of the business, Happy’s interior is brightly colored and crushingly claustrophobic. It’s the kind of place you end up when your family says you’re eating out for dinner and nobody can agree on where to go. The food is...allegedly edible.
• Mooncash Coffee: Located on Main Street, Mooncash is Leesburgh’s premiere overpriced coffee chain. Like some... other coffee chain we may know, it passes itself off as a funky neighborhood joint, but there are in fact hundreds of Mooncashes nationwide, raking in the profits. The hazelnut macchiato is pretty good though.
• Mount Grey Brewing: Located on Main Street, Mount Grey is a local craft brewery with a taphouse. They’re an average brewery known for hopping on the IPA craze. Their most popular beer, Smoky Mountain High, is an unprecedently bitter duodecuple IPA. It’s said that if you chug a whole pint and close your eyes, you can commune with the hops.
• Rustic Palace Antique Shoppe: A formerly mom-and-pop establishment (now just pop), the Rustic Palace is an old two-story shoe factory that has been refitted into a store that sells antiques and crafts. In its current state, it is doing rather poorly financially, since the owner has made his pro-power stance known throughout Leesburgh, and most of his old friends and customers have since turned against him. The Rustic Palace still stands however, not yet a victim to an act of arson.
• Saturday Comics: Located on Main Street, Saturday Comics is the premier location in Leesburgh for comics, manga, and tabletop gaming. It’s a narrow and crowded store, like a comic shop fused with a secondhand bookstore, but in the back has a large room bigger than the entire store that acts as a lounge and tabletop gaming area. There’s armchairs for readers and large tables with DM screens and Warhammer 40K setpieces. There’s also a large bookshelf that contains dozens of DnD 4e models, from dragons to xorns to a few player characters.
• The Manic Mechanic: A one stop mom and pop owned shop for all your automobile related needs. Known for surprisingly quick and cheap service. Oh, and the owner’s dog wanders the office and waiting room. Beat that, dealerships!
• Taco Horn: Located in the same strip mall as Yalmart, this particular Taco Horn is exactly the same as every other conceivable Taco Horn.
• Ted & Ted’s: “We here at Ted & Ted’s believe every human and metahuman should reach for their full potential. And maybe make some money off it in the process.” Ted & Ted’s is owned and run by retired boxer Ted Harvey and his nephew Ted Cotton. The gym caters almost exclusively to CL’s, oftentimes contracting special equipment on demand. There are a few rumors circulating about after hours activities, but nothing substantial has been documented or proven and is likely just because Ted is a retired pro-boxer.
• Tom & Nuss Horizons Fulfillment Center: A soybean refinery situated within skipping distance of the police station that exports soybeans regionally and internationally. The factory employs more citizens than any other single locale with a tempting benefits package in exchange for a demanding work schedule. It's previously been featured on national newspapers for repeated instances of reinstituting a company scrip around town, though its image has recently been rehabilitated by supplying Mooncash with its premium soy milk.
• Yalmart: Located in a strip mall north of Summer Park, Yalmart is your go-to location for all your...everything, as long as it’s cheap. It’s...it’s fucking Walmart okay?

Civics

• Agency of Supernatural Affairs Headquarters: Adjacent to Leesburgh General is the ASA headquarters, a four-story concrete office building with black windows. The first floor is familiar to many CLs, as they are often brought there for interviews, but most of the rest of the building is off-limits to the public.
• Jack Kirby High School: The only high school in Leesburgh, Kirby, as it’s called, is your standard high school: brick walls, two stories, chalkboards and fiberboard desks. The student population is about 700 kids, many of whom are CLs. They have a track, a baseball field, a modest football field, and a tennis court. The rest of their sports take a bus to HACC.
• Leesburgh Public Library: A few blocks east of Kirby is the town’s public library, a squat, one-story brick building with long windows. The library’s nothing special, really- just a meeting place for those without internet and kids from the high school whose parents have to pick them up later. There’s a game night every Tuesday where the library hosts Super Smash Bros Brawl tournaments.
• Leesburgh General Hospital: Located in the heart of town, Leesburgh General is a modestly-sized hospital. It has an ER, an ICU, a maternity ward, and a few floors for various other patients. Most patients requiring serious medical attention are sent instead to UMPC in York, but Leesburgh General has, inevitably, come to specialize in CLs, from their birth to injuries involving their bizarre biology.
• York County Police Station: Located north of town along I-83, the police station deals with your everyday crime and law enforcement in the city. It’s a pretty normal building, just one story and brick with a marble veranda on the front that looks out of place. Beside the building is a large fluorescent sign that just reads “POLICE”.

[Maxx]

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THE POWERS

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Ever since 1992, children conceived in the town of Leesburgh, Pennsylvania have gained supernatural abilities upon their birth. These abilities vary wildly, from superhuman strength to telekinesis to conjuring flames. The origin of these powers is still unknown to science, despite almost two decades of research, but some common hallmarks are known. Children of Lee (CLs) release small amounts of ionizing radiation which can be picked up with a Geiger Counter. This radiation is not enough to be an immediate threat to the children or those around them, though concerns have been raised that the population of Leesburgh has a slightly higher cancer rate compared to the rest of the USA. While powers clearly do not follow all of the laws of physics, they do seem to obey the laws of Conservation of Energy and Mass in most cases. Additionally, powers with a range, such as telekinesis or clairvoyance, are unable to penetrate barriers of lead.
While the exact mechanism of how powers work is a mystery, there are some medications which seem to alter their effects. Namely, a drug known as Metagard, a mixture of Prussian Blue and Potassium Iodide, can be used to dampen or even nullify a CL’s powers. Some CLs take Metagard regularly to dampen potentially-damaging effects of their powers. Some particularly-violent CLs can be forcibly given Metagard when in police custody, though this is a very hot-button political issue as some folks see this as a violation of rights. Metagard is given in a chalky blue tablet and must be swallowed to operate properly. There is ongoing research into safe injectable power dampeners, but none are currently available. In an emergency situation, police can use lead iodide darts to pacify a CL, but this has only been done once before and is 100% lethal, leading to serious lead poisoning.

THE AGENCY FOR SUPERNATURAL AFFAIRS

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Nobody expects superpowered babies to just start popping up one day. When the Leesburgh Event happened, the FBI and EPA were quickly on the scene. As the birth of the first CLs occurred, these agencies became tied to the town and the CLs as a whole, whether they like it or not. Over time, these agencies gained a permanent foothold in the town, and eventually the Agency of Supernatural Affairs (ASA) was founded. This subdivision of the FBI is tasked with navigating all of the issues involving CLs in Leesburgh, and it is organized into three divisions: Enforcement, Research, and Advocacy.

ENFORCEMENT DIVISION

The Enforcement Division is responsible for law enforcement when it comes to CLs. As they can be very dangerous, these employees are generally heavily-armed and well-trained for de-escalation. Some officers act defensively, using body armor and military-grade weaponry, while others act as social workers, resolving conflict nonviolently. Enforcement agents are the only people allowed to carry lead iodide darts, which can be used in an emergency to instantly nullify a CL’s powers, though the resulting lead poisoning is always lethal. Due to their heavy armaments and reputation for being real jerks, the Enforcement division is not very popular politically amongst CLs.

RESEARCH DIVISION

The Research Division does exactly what it sounds like. Their offices develop methods of nullifying powers, mechanisms of how powers work, and equipment for the protection of Enforcement agents. In addition,the Research Division keeps a running database of every known CL in the world as well as their powers. Research agents make themselves present at the birth of CLs and have regular interviews with them and their parents every five years to see how their powers have developed. The Research Division has gotten into a lot of hot water for ethical quandaries around power research, and several researchers have been fired from the institution after conducting extremely ill-advised and unethical studies, giving them a black mark in the minds of many.

ADVOCACY DIVISION

Being a CL is really hard in a society that neither understands nor trusts you. The Advocacy Division of the ASA was founded to help CLs navigate the world through counseling and social work. Every CL is paired with an Advocacy agent who is free for them to contact at any time, especially now that smartphones are just beginning to spread through the population. These agents advise their charges like a therapist would and also check on their home life conditions and social life. The Advocacy Division is a newer department and very often butts heads with the Enforcement and Research divisions.

[JunkMail]

Dexter Quinto

Dexter Quinto

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Kickstart My Heart - Mötley Crüe

_{B a s i c I n f o}

Name: Dexter Quinto

Age: 17

Year: Junior

Gender: ♂

_{A p p e a r a n c e}

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 174lbs

Skin Color: Caucasian

Physical Description: Dexter stands at around 5'10, putting him comfortably in the upper-average range for a male in the USA. While he might not stand out as the most straight up attractive man in town, he is certainly doing well for himself and often makes a large effort to look as presentable as possible by adhering to the smart casual clothing style. He's not jock-muscular, but he's got a masculine and youthful physique, which certainly earns him some bonus points for the opposite sex. Catching Dexter looking mussed up is like spotting a unicorn, and oftentimes if he is off his game, everyone else is too.

Clothing: "Dress like you're going to meet your match, even if you're not."

Dexter takes pride in his presentable appearance and overall it's no wonder he is leading the race for "Best take home to parents" senior superlative. Dex always dresses with a 'smart-casual' look to him. He tends to gravitate towards henley shirts, flannels, jeans or khakis, and closed toed shoes. During the colder days, he tends to like to dress with tasteful use of leather. He's renowned for oftentimes shopping with his mother (sometimes earning him a title of a 'mama's boy'), but it has paid off with well fitting clothing and a top notch sense of what looks good and what doesn't. To top it all off, the guy even manages to smell good regularly. Fancy that?

Voice: Imagine a younger Chris Pratt. Think his character in Everwood. A pleasant baritone with enthusiasm, and a slight country drawl.

_{P e r s o n a l i t y}

Character Traits: Many people experience loss throughout their lives in ways that greatly impact them. Some for the worse, and others for the better.

Dexter has always been a nice kid. An extrovert, well mannered, easy to talk with. The kind of kid that succeeded socially. A boy who was and has been on the straight and narrow for most of his life. But first and foremost, with how recently his life was changed, he is defined primarily by what is missing more than what is there. He is still a kind young man, but those who know him or spend any time in his circles will have noticed a less good natured streak that has taken hold of his persona and has not disappeared in the years since his sister and father’s passing.

Outwardly, Dexter can be charming, forward, and proud. He's talkative in the right crowd and has very many stories to share regarding his adventures and mishappen that he has experienced throughout high school. However where before he once carried his jovial persona naturally with seemingly no signs of lethargy, a more slightly forceful presence seems to carry him in locations if he spends too long with too many people and too many voices. His ugly side isn't seen as often one might expect given everything that has happened- and while he has never had a history with aggression, he does not take jokes the same way he did before. Especially to those who’s punchline is of a certain subject matter. Innately, Dexter is agitated, and has learned to enjoy a stillness of surroundings and mind. He has a lot of pent up frustration with the situation he was handed.

But make no mistake, Dex is still who he once was, even if there is less of that and more of something else. He is easy to get along with, but hard to get close to. Oftentimes being good with strangers but bad with friends, but he does care. In fact, he cares a great deal. He just has difficulty expressing it, for fear of caring about someone enough to lose them the way he has before. Where he has developed an intolerance that he didn’t have before, loss also instilled a tenacity in him that few have. Dexter isn’t the smartest kid around, but he works harder now. He used to make passing friends easily, but now he focuses on the people who matter. He used to let it define him, but now he wants to be better. One day at a time. One foot in front of the other.

Bonds: Dexter is first and foremost, a mamma's boy. He is extremely close with his mother, in part because she is his only immediate living relative. There is almost nothing he wouldn't do for her. Dexter also regularly visits his father and sister's graves. In his freshman year it was daily, now it's closer to weekly.
Activities: Dexter is a member of the JV track team, specifically long distance. He has long since been disqualified from Varsity, and mostly runs for fun and fitness. He also participates in the metahuman inter-mural sports events for both the one hundred yard dash and cross country, having taken first in the former for the past three years he has competed and placing top three in the latter. Beyond that, Dexter is an employee at the Manic Mechanic, and has been working there since he was fifteen.

Skills: Dexter is a generalized handyman and novice car mechanic, who regularly works on the simpler Jeep and Ford model vehicles that come into the shop. Dexter is also musically inclined and proficient with the acoustic guitar.

_{B a c k s t o r y}

Backstory: Dexter was raised under a set of ideals: A warrior's spirit; a servant's heart; a fun-loving attitude.

Dexter was born into a middle class home in Leesburgh to a fairly youthful marriage. A year before Dexter was born, his older sister came into the world. Unfortunately, due to the unfortunate circumstances, his older sister was born with a plethora of crippling health problems. As Dexter grew up, he was taught many lifelong lessons by his family and sister. Namely, patience and empathy, as she was confined to a wheel chair. His sister's various disabilities and sickly predisposition made it impossible for him and his family to live a conventionally normal life for a long time. Just when things were starting to even out at the start of middle school, Dexter's father passed away while commuting home from work- killed in a car crash. Worse yet, his sister's breathing apparatus suffered a malfunction only a few months later. With her brain starved of oxygen, Dexter's sister had been left brain dead. The already broken family was forced to make another heart wrenching choice, and then the family of four had been down to two.

The family was never the same after that. Him and his mother bonded over such a time of trial, and he deeply cares for his mother as a result. He picked up his dad's dusty old guitar and began reading like his sister. It didn't fill the void they left behind, but it was a coping mechanism that worked and helped. Neither Dexter nor his mother let their loved ones' passing slow them down forever, choosing instead to live on happily in their names. Dexter and his mother still live relatively happy and somewhat normal lives all things considered. Due to health and life insurances his family had put in place before any of the incidents, what was left of his family was left very financially stable. Even so, he has been working from a young age and spends weekends working part time at the Manic Mechanic. Due to the necessary evil of commuting, he and his mother purchased a car for his own personal use.

A cherry red 1967 Mazda Miata. It's a lifestyle, baby.

So, yeah. Shit happens, and sometimes he wished it had happened to someone else. Life dealt him some shitty cards and he focused more on mastering his hand than complaining about a cruddy deck. He's been pretty happy through high school so far- made easy friends with most people, got a car, worked hard, got good grades, found a passion for music and work, and noticed that 'hey that some girls are actually really cute.' The first year was really rough, and there are still a lot of bad days- but the good have been outnumbering them. Progress, not perfection.

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Description: Dexter's metahuman ability can be summarized in two words: "Go fast."

Simply put, Dexter has a plethora of secondary abilities that function as one that allow him to move faster than the human eye can track for short bursts and run at speeds capable of easily outpacing even the most high end automobiles for a longer distance. In order to keep up with his body, Dexter's mind is able to read, interpret and process at a incredible speed allowing him to perceive and react to the world far more quickly than any human. His reflexes react much faster than a normal, having barely any lag or dead time before he reacts to the world around him. He perceives the world in a form of 'bullet time', and a great example of this would be that he perceives a bullet being shot at him in the same way that a normal person sees a 95mph fastball being thrown at them. This means that generally speaking his awareness of a potential problem is the most limiting factor when it comes to reacting to said problem. His metabolism likewise is also much faster, dissolving absolutely heroic amounts of food in short time frames leaving Dexter in nearly a perpetual state of hunger. Due to this accelerated state of being, wounds close and heal much faster.

Furthermore, moving at incredible speeds puts an enormous toll on the body and in a normal one would tear Dexter apart. However this is not that case as Dexter is proportionally much, much stronger and more durable than the average human. This enables Dexter to exert himself in the ways that he does, and allows for the absolutely monumental forces placed on his body to be dealt with in a relatively safe manner.

Limitations: In terms of limitations, no matter how fast or strong he is, Dexter still has to deal with the physical forces of nature. Meaning that while he can accelerate extremely quickly, running at three hundred and change miles an hour comes with a few drawbacks. Dexter cant brake one a dime, nor can he change direction on one. Moving extremely fast means wide turns and a pretty good distance required to stop. Dexter can survive high speed collisions, but doing so could cripple him for life.

Weaknesses: In terms of limitations, no matter how fast or strong he is, Dexter still has to deal with the physical forces of nature. Meaning that while he can accelerate extremely quickly, running at three hundred and change miles an hour comes with a few drawbacks. Dexter cant brake one a dime, nor can he change direction on one. Moving extremely fast means wide turns and a pretty good distance required to stop. Dexter can survive high speed collisions, but doing so could cripple him for life.

Other Information: None currently.

Reporting for duty milord.

[Luminous Beings]

Evelyn Alice Noblezada

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pt8VYOfr8To

BASIC INFO

Name: I already told you.

Age: 17

Year: Junior

Gender: F

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'6

Weight: Less than you. Keep trying.

Skin Color: Light brown.

Physical Description: What an injustice it is that Evelyn is one of the prettier girls in Leesburgh. Truly. Many a person has discussed, huddled around laptops at sleepovers or examining social media over clunky early-gen iPhones, how literally no one would care about Evelyn if she was not hot. Unfortunately God has seen fit to give his tightest fits to His shittiest soldiers.

Evelyn is about 5'6 and unlikely to get much taller, although one would be politely reminded Napoleon did not need to be in the 6' club to bring a continent to its knees. How merciful Evelyn has settled for but one city. She is thin (annoyingly) and has clear skin, said skin being the light brown of her mixed-race Hispanic/white heritage. She has dark brown eyes and eyelashes and brows that were presumably sculpted with one of those precision-lasers they use on diamonds. She has big, almond-shaped eyes and soft facial features that allow her to pass for a bit younger than she is, and she would describe as Disney Princess-esque, but, you know - hotter. She tends to stay moving, rarely standing still, shuffling her weight from one soccer-toned leg to the other, or chewing on bubblegum, or examining something on her phone (she has one of those glitter cases).

As far as the supernatural goes, I'll describe that in the power section.

Clothing: Fashion wise, Evelyn is always put together, even when she's wearing something casual to look laidback on social media, and coincidentally wearing sweatpants that cost more than most ensembles. While the town of Leesburgh Pennsylvania, I will wager, does not have a high amount of Met Gala viewers, Evelyn probably singlehandedly shifts the town's fashion consciousness a few levels higher. As her writer is not particularly adept at outfits, these will probably be left vague, but she's pulling off all the shit in the early 2010s that you were convinced you could never pull off. Rightfully. Look just assume it's all things fabulous.

Voice: Evelyn has a clear voice crisp as running water - did you know she sings? - and one with the slightest hint of an accent. Some have speculated this accent is carefully crafted to give her an exotic flair, as someone with a Hispanic accent should presumably pull higher than a C- in CP Spanish. These speculators, curiously, did not have prom dates that year.

PERSONALITY:

Character Traits: Evelyn watched Mean Girls with the understanding of Regina George that Hinckley had of Caufield. There is a lot to unpack with Evelyn. The most general approach would be to say she's a bitch, and that would not be incorrect. While she has no use or time for studying for classes (why do it when you could cheat?), she is far more cunning than the sweet smiles and giggles would let on. Her ability to piece together timelines and cross-examine alibis on Facebook would probably land her a position with a government intelligence agency if she actually wanted one. She is sharply observant, and moves like a shark covered in mirrors in a school of beta fish.

Evelyn tends to view most relationships as transactional. This is mostly borne from the fact that largely, that's how people view Evelyn. I'm not going to try to sell you on how she's a good person deep down, because a lot of people at 17 are just terrible and there's not really a hidden moral core underneath. She's nuanced, and layered, and complex, but none of those complexities involve a moral code that contextualizes her actions. Evelyn tends to view things based off the consequences rather than from any position of abstract moral reasoning. And tha'ts understandable - Evelyn's been dealing that way since she was little. Growing into your body, and an uncomfortably attractive one at that, in middle school, leads to early cynicism. Evelyn did not take the approach of shying away from strangers' gazes or trying to squash out her sexuality. Rather, Evelyn realized she could get free ice cream at 13 if she wore a low cut shirt. Beyond that, people approach her transactionally. She's Evelyn fucking Noblezada. You're not nice to her because you want to be nice to her. You're nice to her because you're afraid, or you want to get in her pants, or you want to get invited to her party because her parents have good liquor and don't give a shit. Evelyn has had so few genuine connections since stumbling through the crucible of puberty she tends to dismiss that sort of thing as something only children have, because that was the last time she had that sort of thing. Boys are all trying to fuck her, girls are all trying to fuck her over. Evelyn views herself as still being on top because she's sharper and smarter than the rest of them. And just better. There's an almost Manifest Destiny sense of how Evelyn views her high school. It's all there, boyfriends, prom queen status, lead in the musical, soccer captain - just hers for the taking. If someone else is currently holding those things, they should've not sucked so much and they could've kept them.

In that regard Evelyn's good features are really ambiguous, morally. She's observant and perceptive, but often in the way that she can seize on someone's insecurities at a casual glance. Evelyn can dissect a situation to figure out the best way through - and then choose an option that's just easier and faster. Evelyn has been around the block, socially, and is good at picking up on lies, telling how someone is shielding their ego with an offhand remark, joking to draw attention away from the fact their clothes don't match or they got caught with a boner in class or something. Her memory is not quite eidetic, but that's only because that word is fucking nerdy. She could not begin to tell you what the Krebs cycle consists of, but she knows good and damn well who was sitting on whose lap in 7th grade at Kyle Brennan's campfire. Evelyn is perfectly capable of showing kindness and magnanimity, if only because she understands the value of good PR.

This is not to imply that Evelyn is a complete monster or drowns puppies in her free time. She doesn't do cruel or mean shit just for the hell of it. She doesn't have a ton of qualms with being nasty to someone, and doesn't really see the problem with coming up with a solid rumor about someone if they're annoying her, but she doesn't go actively seeking evil. It's more that being shitty is way more fun. She's also really never had to come face to face with any sort of real world consequences for her actions. It's more like playing a game. Again, she's 17. You were also a piece of shit then, you just couldn't match outfits as well.

Bonds: Evelyn is highly competitive and likes being the best. She likes being in control, not necessarily in the sense of needing to be #1 at everything, but she wants the reputation of people knowing she could if she wanted to. Evelyn enjoys the game of it, so to speak. She likes figuring out what makes people tick and making sure that their internal clocks are running to her tempo.

Activities: Much like the girl who bullied you in high school, she annoyingly does it all. Musical theater? She was Christine last year, and applauded with roses that, again, viciously reprised-against conspirators have alleged she arranged to have bought for herself. She runs the Hispanic Student Alliance, which no one can actually manage to find a manifest of where they meet, who's in the club, or any activities they do, but she somehow has the first club listing in the yearbook every year with students most are sure do not actually live in Pennsylvania. She is on the soccer team, where even her harshest detractors have to admit grudgingly that she has some talent (this is kinda key to her character - she's partially annoying just because she is actually good at what she does, and carefully manages so no one sees her suck at stuff. You want to hate her, but she's able to give you the impression, like a good crypto enthusiast or a mid-tier cult leader, that you could also be that good if you just follow along). She has recently taken up gardening, which seems to be one of the few passions she pursues purely for her own sake and not for public perception. She is also an adept social media manager, and runs her Facebook (was Instagram around then) page with the sort of skills that will be highly marketable once she leaves college. She runs cross-country in the off-season, which she actually doesn't excel at, but everyone knows it's just training for soccer anyway.

She also went through a phase where she was helping train dogs to be therapy dogs, but no one's sure if she did that for the right reasons or because her dad's law firm had a huge scandal that month.

Skills: This bitch can make you cry in under ten seconds. A cursory glance is all Evelyn needs to size someone up. She picks up on the way you slouch, the way you scratch the back of your head when your nervous, how you lick your lips before you lie. She can remember someone wore the same outfit twice in one week and looks like they haven't gotten much sleep, she can tell you any detail you want to know about anyone in Leesburgh so long as it has no actual meaningful relevance to someone's intrinsic worth as a human being.

Beyond her observance, Evelyn is oddly a very good leader. She's more Stalin than Susan B. Anthony, but her junior varsity cult of personality shtick does work and she can rally a group and organize them fairly efficiently. Her very frank assessment of people helps her ascertain who will be best suited where, and how, which has earned her the actual rare affection of her soccer teammates.

She's physically fit but by no means a potent fighter. Evelyn is skilled at glamor and glim and anything you suspect Sharpay may have excelled at. If there's a metahuman press conference, Evelyn is the one to put at the microphone. She cries alligator tears, but her charms work on a great deal of people, in part because it's almost like a Kansas City Shuffle - you know she's a bitch, sure, and you don't trust her, but you totally miss why you shouldn't trust her, or that you're still hanging out with her and doing favors for her even as you say how annoying and full of herself she is.

Beyond her interpersonal social skills, Evelyn is good at social media and that whole shtick. She intuitively gets how to spin events, how to frame an issue, how to present oneself. Evelyn has a good knack for figuring out what her audience wants to see, and knows how to give it to them, all while convincing them they never stepped foot in the theater.

She also really is good at soccer and singing and theater which is so fucking infuriating to the theater techs, who have looked on the dark web for a hitman in response to her getting that Phantom role.

BACKSTORY

Backstory: Not all backstories need to be convoluted, and I fucking hate writing these anyway. It's one you've seen before. Came from money, and all the leisure to explore whatever she wanted, and the opportunities to ensure she'd at least have a chance to be good at it. Beyond that, Evelyn won the genetic lottery. There are kids you can tell from an early age are going to be losers, and kids that are going to be winners. Once you're out of high school, it doesn't matter so much. But until that diploma's in your hand, there is a caste system, and you're well aware of who kicked ass in their past life when it comes to Leesburgh.

Evelyn's metahuman status never particularly affected her, in part because it was just one more tool for the spin. Evelyn largely represents a metahuman who can still actually excel in "normal" society, and doesn't seemingly have much of an ability that gives her an unfair advantage, which makes her more palatable to hate groups than she otherwise may be. She's also human-passing. So this whole superhuman shtick really hasn't affected her too much, and Evelyn hasn't wasted time wondering why God did this to her or why it had to be her. She's got other shit to do.

Her family moved here in middle school, much to Evelyn's chagrin, from New York. Her father, being an attorney, was maybe involved in some drugs and/or wives that belonged to other people, and so a hurried exodus was made to Leesburgh. While most would consider this quite the downgrade, and in terms of raw social prestige it certainly was, Evelyn got her skills from somewhere - he quickly managed to turn a small-town, good-for-nothing firm into one that positioned themselves firmly as the legal liasions for metahuman issues, right at the heart of Leesburgh, and the success was immediate and resounding. While Manhattan may have the ivory towers, her dad has secured plenty of cash for them in his work (hustling both sides) and managed to make what was pretty clearly a career dead-end look like a brilliant humanitarian move.

Her mom mostly drinks wine, watches E!, and shops with Evelyn. Should this RP last long enough for the opioid crisis in America to reach its heights, she will 100% O.D. Evelyn's memorial post on Facebook will receive no less than 3,000 likes after the fact.

POWERS:

Description: The main reason Evelyn can get away with being pretty obviously a bitch is that her power is anything but. Evelyn is literally springtime. At first, her parents weren't entirely sure she had powers, but it became visible when they noticed that the grass was literally greener on the other side, provided Evelyn wasn't standing where you were. Evelyn's aura is reinvigorating and life-giving. This manifests in a number of ways.

Firstly, provided it's daytime, the sun is shinier, the air crisper, the birdsong clearer. Things are just better and more vivacious around her. Literally, her clothes look brighter and the colors richer than the people around her. Her aura gives people energy like a caffeine buzz, and there's almost a withdrawal to leaving her presence.

Evelyn's power affects the natural world. Animals are naturally quite friendly to her and it's not uncommon for butterflies to swirl around her head, a deer to casually come up and start nuzzling her arm when she's on the bench at soccer, so on and so forth. Plant life grows noticeably around her, and the health of everyone near her is improved. Evelyn's aura gives something of a healing factor. You will not regrow a lost limb standing next to her, but your odds of surviving a gunshot are remarkably higher, although your chances of suffering a self-inflicted gunshot wound will skyrocket. She can't induce Wolverine level healing, but you could recover from nearly anything a lot faster if you were near her for the duration of your recovery.

Being in Evelyn's immediate presence, the springtime energy is pretty potent. People are more inclined to like her, and life blossoms. People's emotions are heightened, the air is warmer, sensory experiences more vivid and potent. Evelyn can only alter all this to a degree. She can really turn up the charm if she wants to, or if she's trying to keep a baby bird alive or something, it's a lot easier, but she can't turn it off or turn it up all the way. While Evelyn is fully accustomed to this, other people often aren't. Part of the reason Evelyn always seems to have the social edge is that when she interacts with people, they basically become high for the first time and don't realize what's happening. A lot of guys just think that the butterflies in their stomach around her are why she's literally the only girl in the world for them, because biologically no one else has that effect (as I said, teenagers dumb).

Evelyn's singing is not supernatural in the sense of a true Disney Princess, but it is dazzling. You aren't going to lose your free will or anything hearing it, but animals are drawn nearby and charmed, and you're at least going to feel some kind of admiration or rush of emotion. It's not going to stop you from pulling out a gun and shooting her in the head, but you may need a good cry after, if nothing else.

Now for the part every RP needs - combat applications. Evelyn is really not a brawler, or a heavy hitter. Surprise. You certainly want her on your side, because you're going to feel more jazzed and your wounds are going to not be as harsh. Her energizing effect is quite handy, and can keep people going longer than they otherwise would be able to. For direct combat, Evelyn's limited. Her ability to juice up sunlight and springtime means that she can bring on a real harsh glare if she has to, and with some serious effort and training she may be able to surround herself in a sunny glow that could burn people. But that's a ways away, because Evelyn has really pooled all her resources into figuring out the social gimmicks of her powers and never bothered with anything else.

As mentioned, animals fucking adore Evelyn, and will not attack her unless really provoked. They're very friendly, and will often help her out if needed. She can't summon a grizzly bear out of nowhere, but if you wanted to fight Evelyn, a nature preserve or petting zoo would be a pretty terrible place. Similarly, plant life flourishes and blossoms around her. Plants will literally go into bloom as she walks past, then wither back into their wintry gloom after. If she stays in an area long enough, and were to concentrate, two things you probably just can't convince her to do, she could potentially grow a lot of brush, thorny vines, so on and so forth. Obviously plants don't have the intelligence to fight someone as a dog or cat might on her behalf, but you may notice tripping over more roots or getting slapped by more branches if you annoy Evelyn in the woods.

Finally, her springtime aura lessens the effects of toxins, poisons, etc. She's a breath of fresh air. Being around her will really weaken the effects of knock-out gas or a snakebite, although obviously not 100%, and the minute you're outside her aura the effects will leave you very sharply (along with a dopamine crash). She's not able to lay on hands and cure someone's cancer, but she's kind of that unknown factor that makes a team operate far beyond the sum of their parts when she's around, and no one can really put a finger on why.

Evelyn has a much higher ceiling for her abilities should she actually work on increasing her strength. She will eventually be capable of a larger aura, more intense effects, and more direct control and finesse over what she affects. Eventually, while she will never reach the level of pure telekinesis over plants or something like that, her abilities there will grow, and she'll have better uses for and management of sunshine and springtime.

Limitations: Namely Evelyn doesn't give a shit about being a superhero. To the nerdy casual observer, the applications of her powers are pretty fucking mind-blowing. She could easily make millions just standing in an endangered wetlands. Evelyn, however, thinks marshes smell like ass. So while she's really mastered the social glow part of her power, she hasn't put a lot of time or effort into the more fantastical elements, which I imagine will need to occur in this RP.

Additionally, Evelyn's power takes a LOT of energy to be more than subtle boosts. The aforementioned solar flare/sharp glare type of thing would leave her at about 30% of her stamina to do once, and it's really going to make someone drop an f bomb and rub at their eyes for a minute. Surprisingly for the varsity soccer MVP, she doesn't have a ton of supernatural juice to keep going, due again to the lack of practice. So with training, these limitations could lift.

For the more concrete ones. Evelyn's power is largely dependent upon her surroundings. She can boost the vigor and health of people - if she's near them. She can make plant life grow and animals go full Disney - if she's in the woods. If you put Evelyn in a concrete room by herself, there's really jack shit she can do.

Evelyn's power resist natural forces; that is, in the dead of winter, the air will still be noticeably warmer around Evelyn, and on an overcast day the sun may shine a bit brighter through the clouds if she's around, but she can't turn a blizzard into Miami Beach. Anything resembling a combat application, which is not her forte, doesn't manifest inside or away from nature, which Evelyn doesn't really like anyway because dirt sucks.

She can adjust her aura somewhat. So if she's in a fight with thirty people around her, and only ten are her friends (well, you know), she can concentrate real hard and make it so that they're getting the bulk of her power, but the rest are still getting a trickle. Perhaps the best way to put it is that Evelyn currently lacks the metaphysical muscle or finesse to turn the throttle fully one way or the other. She can amp up elements of her abilities, or muffle them, but she's not yet skilled enough to fully reduce either and this causes problems for her occasionally (ex. everyone feels jittery at a funeral).

Obviously, her singing is neutralized if you wear earmuffs or find a way to shut her up, which no one ever has.

Weaknesses: Evelyn's powers are subtle enough that there isn't really one Kryptonite bullet to take her out. So I'll list a few.

Firstly, her dizzying effect on people, the emotional rush, the energetic boost - these effects are tangible, but largely only disorienting on the unprepared. The same way that when you've been drunk a few times, you can manage to be more coherent than the first time you got shitfaced, if you're aware of Evelyn's powers, it's not going to make you turn into an idiot (it really wouldn't already - you just feel your heart on your sleeve, the colors are brighter, the air sweeter, etc). So someone with willpower or really a Valium can muscle past that. As far as a direct weakness, it also relies on Evelyn's emotional state, which is generally nonplussed. If you piss her off or upset her - first off, your ass better leave town, because she will fucking ruin every relationship you have - the cheeriness is melting away.

Her healing factor does not stop bullets, as said before. If you get hit by a hand grenade you are still fucked. If you break your leg on a hike around her, you may find it can support more weight than maybe biomechanically it should be able to. However, her power offers soft resistance her. You can brute force past it. A shallow bite by a snake you may be able to resist near her; if a king cobra sinks its fangs in deep, she can really only buy you a few minutes more.

Her singing requires you to be able to hear her, and again, it may make you drowsy or feel giddy, but if you're in a pissed off mood it's probably just going to piss you off more.

Her outdoor powers require outdoors. Harsh winter conditions really limit her. It doesn't neutralize her, but it basically leaves her walking uphill constantly. If you walk into a walk-in freezer with Evelyn, she's still going to be warm and summertime, but it's requiring a lot more energy to resist those external forces. So if your plan to survive a hike in the Arctic is to keep her along, she'll need a lot of rest and coffee.

Her aura is also limited in range and dissipates when she leaves. If she spends a long time somewhere, the effects take longer (ex. the plants outside her house look like the Garden of Eden because she spends 10 hours a day there and keeps coming back) but she can't turn a salted field into a vineyard unless she's there for a year straight. The most succinct way to put it is that Evelyn's power nudges entropy one way or the other, but she can't reverse it or change its course completely. You're trying to grow plants? They'll grow better. But she can't make something from nothing. Likewise, if you're savvy to her charm, it's not really going to work on you as well (on a purely metaphysical level - she still is very socially savvy, and can weasel her way through situations on good old-fashioned charisma).

The longer she goes without sunlight, the weaker she becomes.

Any other suggestions welcome, I can't think of any others off the top of my head. I'll tinker with this more.

Other Information: Some of the most well-kept secrets in history include the true reasons behind the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the events that transpired at Skinwalker Ranch, and rumors of a horrifically embarrassing event Evelyn caused in elementary school. Evelyn stomps those rumors out like the fucking NKVD.

[SepticGentleman]

W I L L O W

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BASIC INFO

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Name: Willow Simone Dendry

Age: 18

Year: Senior

Gender: Female

APPEARANCE:

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Height: 5’7

Weight: 81 lbs

Skin Color: White. Literal white.

Physical Description: A pale ghost of a girl, if only in terms of coloration. Average height, thin build. Skin and hair, all colorless. Big eyes, white like her skin, save the pupils and pitch black sclera. Button nose, thin lips, wavy hair going down to her neck.

Clothing: Dark tops. Equally dark pants. Lots of grays and navy blues. Known affinity for big coats with fur on them. The kind old ladies would wear.

Voice: Soft. Quiet. When she’s a ghost, it has an echo to it.

PERSONALITY:

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Character Traits: Silent and observant. Strange in the eyes of the strange. Always has a smile on her face. Aware of but disrespectful towards danger. Perfectly content with being alone, but doesn’t scorn companionship. Curious at times, loves to explore, but seldom the one who speaks to someone else first. Talks sparingly, but with kind words - if at times, odd choices of vocabulary. Flowery language comes out when she likes someone.

Not all pleasant. Thinks she can’t be touched. Ghosts everything. Doesn’t take things seriously.

Bonds: Live. See what comes next. Witness something new and bewildering, if fate be generous.

Activities: Writing. Drawing. She has a little journal full of short poems and sketches. Loves to craft with the antiques at home. Goes shopping for new coats sometimes. Explores the world around her.

Skills: Artsy things. The written word. Drawings. Good at cleaning and sorting the antiques.

BACKSTORY

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Backstory: A man and a woman - Lloyd and Esther Dendry - had a child eighteen years ago, after the great light shone over Leesburgh. Abnormalities in the pregnancy. Couldn’t have guessed the baby girl would float freely out of the womb, see-through. Solidified, dropped - the doctor caught her.

Father always loved the strange. Mother didn’t care for it. Quickly began to hate it with the new wave of strange births around town. Couldn’t show any love to her daughter. Got mad at her. Threatened to hurt her, and other children too. Lashed out at her husband.

She was taken away. Spent some time locked up. Bit her tongue off and bled to death.

Willow was only two.

Life went on. Willow got older. Learned to shift back and forth freely. Helped her father around the Rustic Palace. Developed a love of antiques and creativity. Moved into the shop when the house got sold. Went to school. Feared the bullies, kids and grown adults, throwing stones at her. Learned to ghost the stones and stopped being afraid. Let all the dangers of the world pass right through her. Let nasty words go ignored.

Stopped thinking about her mother.

Started to smile again.

POWERS:

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Description: Incorporeality. The power to become intangible, weightless, translucent. Can fly freely through the air. Pass through solid matter. Takes her possessions with her into the ether. Gives people shivers when she passes through them, like a cold specter.

When physical, she’s floaty. Jumps higher than others. Falls slower. Gravity is kinder to her.

Limitations: Ghosting takes energy. Can’t stay intangible forever. One hour, no breaks, before passing out. Can’t be asleep and intangible at the same time. Can’t shift back to tangible if she’s still caught in something, even by a toe.

Weaknesses: Heat. Fire. High temperatures. Disrupts the shifting process. Forces her back to corporeality.

Other Information: Nothing for now.

[Maxx]

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H E L E N H A R T

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Evil Eye - Franz Ferdinand

BASIC INFO

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Name: Helen Hart

Age: 18

Year: Senior

Gender: F

APPEARANCE:

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Height: 5’5”

Weight: 130 lbs

Skin Color: White with freckles

Physical Description: Helen is a pretty average-sized girl, not short or tall or thin or fat. She has broad shoulders for a girl, but also wide, feminine hips. Helen is quite proud of and comfortable with her body, holding her head high and her chest out in a more traditionally-masculine posture. She is by no means fit or athletic- occasionally she gets the urge to exercise or run, but the habit never sticks (they never do). If you saw her with her clothes off, she’d have a slight muffin top. Helen has a few different tattoos on her body. On her right wrist is a triple moon tattoo, a symbol of her Wiccan faith. On her upper chest on the left side is a Celtic Shield Knot, said to be a talisman of protection against dark forces. One day Helen plans to cover most of her body in tattoos, but she’s young and poor so she hasn’t gotten there yet.

Helen has a round face with a large forehead, often a point of scorn for bullies. She has prominent cheekbones and a slightly upturned nose. Her eyes are a gentle, pale green and her eyebrows are light to the point where they’re sometimes hard to see. Helen’s cheeks are more freckle than skin in some spots (this is the case for most of her body), but all in all she’s rather pretty. Helen’s hair is long and flame red, parted down the middle but often kept messy and wild like a mane of flame. Typically, she keeps her ears covered, as they get made fun of a lot for being too small for her head.

Clothing: Helen has a very feminine wardrobe, lots of flowy dresses and skirts. She loves sundresses and wears them often, typically with strong patterns (Helen isn’t one for plain clothing). Her favorite colors are green and purple, and as such that makes up much of her wardrobe. Most of Helen’s clothes come from the Rustic Palace or Goodwill (she loves thrifting) and she tends to become very attached to things she finds there that look like no one else would wear them. When it’s very cold, Helen will switch to jeans or leggings, but this is only when it’s absolutely necessary. She typically wears a nylon necklace with a metal pentagram on it.

Voice: High and airy, like Evanna Lynch minus the British accent (she played Luna Lovegood).

PERSONALITY:

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Character Traits: A lot of competing influences have shaped Helen: bullying by school children, support from her parents, societal prejudice, general Wiccan attitudes about not blending in. As a result, Helen is like a balloon full of weirdness: rising high until some bastard comes along with a needle to pop it. Around people she’s close to, like Willow, Helen is capricious and goofy, constantly seeking out adventure and mystery. Helen has a fascination with the occult, from witchcraft to ouija boards, and seeks such things out as much as she can. She loves conspiracy theories and fringe pseudoscientific beliefs, though whether she actually believes any of them is a mystery even to herself. Helen doesn’t have many friends, but the ones she does have she loves fiercely. She is incredibly open-minded and supportive of those she meets, typically making a point to be nice to the freakier CLs in Leesburgh.

Then some bastard comes along to pop the weird balloon. Despite all of this, Helen is really self-conscious and thin-skinned. Even mild judgment from strangers or bullies causes her to clam up and seek shelter, going so far as to leave her friends hanging when they need her. When she’s alone, Helen is, in fact, quite shy, not making eye contact with people and speaking only when spoken to. She is very defensive around strangers, as in her head she automatically assumes that they’re going to bully her (or if they don’t, they’re thinking about it). When it comes to social interaction, Helen’s strategy is to duck her head and wait until it’s over.

If it wasn’t obvious already, Helen has pretty bad ADHD. Even with medication, she has trouble focusing on things and can very easily become overwhelmed by sensory perceptions. She changes her mind constantly, thinks of the bizarrest ideas out of nowhere, and often speaks before her brain has processed what she’s going to say, sometimes leading to her being blunt or rude. Helen also has a tendency to snap at people when in tough situations, lashing out with anger even at her friends just due to how easily-overwhelmed she gets.

Helen is lesbian, yet another thing that makes life hard for her in a small Pennsylvania town. There’s not a lot of lesbians in Leesburgh, and as such Helen has never really dated anyone. She crushes on girls constantly, though, especially athletic girls. Much to her own frustration, she harbors a tremendous crush on Evelyn Noblezada.

Bonds: Like much else in her life, Helen’s career and college plans change constantly. Sometimes she wants to be a writer, other times a reporter or a painter or an oceanographer or a park ranger or a nature photographer or a helicopter pilot or a professional skier or a farmer. One thing’s for sure, though, she wants to do something great with her life and she’s excited to see what it’s going to be. For now, Helen has a part-time job at Mooncash as a barista. It’s not much but it gives her some spending money.

Activities: Helen spends a lot of time reading, especially about religion or occultism. She’s read most of the books in the Rustic Palace and regularly goes to the library as well. She reads a lot of poetry too and loves Emily Dickinson. Helen practices witchcraft as part of her faith and will often go into the woods to construct magic circles or perform other rituals. She regularly tries to get her few friends to join her for these rituals. Helen is also a sucker for other occult objects such as ouija boards and dowsing rods. In addition to this, Helen also is constantly picking up hobbies and then almost immediately dropping them. She has been involved in fencing, taekwondo, knitting, gardening, HEMA, painting, pottery, carpentry, candlemaking, and sewing at various points, and her room is littered with cast-off equipment of these various hobbies (including a European broadsword hanging on her wall).

Skills: Over years of picking and dropping hobbies, Helen has learned a little bit of many things. She has a basic understanding of fighting and knows a lot about various crafts and how to make them. She’s actually really good at sewing and her next hobby will probably be dressmaking, which may or may not stick. Helen knows a lot about literature, history, and religion.

BACKSTORY

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Backstory: Helen doesn’t know her birth parents, but it’s never really bothered her. At the start of the CLs appearing, she was abandoned by her birth parents for her abilities, but quickly adopted by Kristy and Ella Hart, a lesbian couple who lived on the outskirts of town near Mount Grey. Southern Pennsylvania was not very friendly to gay people in the 1990s, but Kristy and Ella made it work. In addition to this, Kristy and Ella were devout Wiccans, worshippers of nature and the mother goddess. Due to their already tenuous nature in the town, the couple kept their religious beliefs a secret, though they did indoctrinate their daughter.

Her entire life, Helen has known she was an outcast. She was always the weird kid at school, the one who would spend recess playing alone in the woods or in the library. She got bullied a lot and didn’t have many friends. In 6th grade, Helen was in the same class as Willow, and they quickly became friends. Helen spent most of her time and allowance deep in the Rustic Palace, reading the old used books that inevitably accumulate in an antique store. Occasionally, Helen tries to rope Willow in on her occult weirdness, but mostly she does that herself these days or with her mothers. Once she graduates, Helen wants to go to college and pursue a degree in english or religious studies.

POWERS:

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Description: Helen possesses the ability to manifest eyes on structures she touches. She can manifest an eye on any structure, from glass to brick to plants or animals. The eye can be structured to look like an anatomically-correct human eye, or it can be disguised to resemble a piece of art or a pre-existing eye on a poster or object. Once the eye has manifested, Helen can see through the eye as if it were her own and control it freely. The eye is fixed in place, but it can move like a normal eye and can blink or close (even if it normally wouldn’t be able to, like with a doll eye). The eye lasts indefinitely, receiving a supply of nutrients from Helen through mysterious means.
Helen can also cause eyes to manifest on her own body, and when she does this she gains some additional abilities. If Helen manifests an extra eye on her body, the eye can be modified to perceive other forms of light, such as infrared light, ultraviolet light, or radio waves. These eyes can also see through solid surfaces up to 3 inches thick, such as doors or cars. These eyes can be manifested on any spot on her body (she often manifests them on her hand in a homage to the Fates, or on her face to create a third eye on her forehead).

Limitations: Helen can only manifest up to 3 extra eyes at a time, and to make a new one she must remove a previous one. Once an eye is made on a spot, it cannot be moved. Helen must touch an object to plant an eye on it, and the eye appears exactly where she touches (so she can’t plant one higher up on a wall than she touches or something). The eyes can be made larger than a human eye, up to the diameter of a soccer ball, but cannot be any larger.

Weaknesses: Helen’s eyes that manifest on objects cannot see through objects or see non-visible spectrums of light, so just covering up one of them prevents Helen from using them. The biggest weakness of Helen’s eyes, though, is that they are inexplicably attached to Helen through mystical means. They receive blood and nutrients from Helen’s body and vice versa. A toxin placed into one of the eyes will end up in Helen’s bloodstream, and if one of the eyes are damaged, Helen feels the pain as if her own eye had been harmed and can lose blood. She can close an eye remotely, but the damage is still done. Additionally, once one of Helen’s eyes has been physically-destroyed, she cannot manifest it again for 24 hours, so her supply of eyes goes from 3 to 2 until it recovers.

Other Information: Helen has a car, a green Toyota Prius with flower decals all over it. It has a variety of bumper stickers: “Save the Whales”, a peace sign, a UFO-shaped sticker that says “I Believe”, a pride flag, etc. The car’s name is Doug (short for “Duh Green Car”).

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Henry Olin

Henry Olin

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Feeling Whitney - Post Malone

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Name: Henry Jonathan Olin

Age: 18

Year: Senior

Gender: ♂

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Height: 9'8"

Weight: ~2800lbs
Ethnicity: Asian American

Physical Description: At full height, Henry stands at a gargantuan 9'8, making him easily one of the tallest people alive. Henry is still distinctly humanoid in appearance though, and has scales are a dirty white coloration, with black, puma like splotches and stripes that liter his his body giving him a very interesting, Tegu-like coloration. His scales are thick and leathery in one direction but rough like sandpaper and sharp in the other, his skin being like that of a shark's- made of tiny teeth.

Henry's body proportions are off compared to a normal person, and are closer to that of a lemur or other old world simian with longer limbs relative to body size. Unlike these primates however, he is extremely muscular: every inch of Henry's frame is taut and reinforced with muscle; he is visibly one of the strongest people around- if you were to call him a person at this point. He has a long, thick tail, which is somewhat prehensile, and extremely strong as it is made up almost entirely of muscle. It can curl up like chameleons or drag along the ground like an iguana’s, most often it comes up and off the ground helping his massive frame balance more easily. Henry's hands have mutated heavily, his fingers elongating and growing huge six-inch sickle claws. With one, his pinky, becoming a rough nub, is degraded away leaving him with only four usable fingers. His feet have already warped, having lost his pinkie toe and all of his nails, instead having thick, heavily padded feet and massive claws. All of his toe claws are capable of extending like that of a cat's claw and releasing a huge sickle claws nine inches in total length.

Henry's mouth and jaw have extended outwards as his head warped with his transformation, his nose and face broadening outwards into a very saurian snout, with his ears and nose and other cartilage structures degrading away. He is entirely unrecognizable as the man once known as Henry Olin.

Clothing: As one can imagine, even the local Big and Tall struggles to meet Henry's size demands. He is well and truly enormous, and while his family requests formal attire from the store, his normal clothing is oftentimes hand made by his sisters or mother. However, due to his interests, he has received a few special pieces of clothing in his various adventures that he treasures dearly.

Voice: Michael Clarke Duncan, basically.

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Character Traits: Because of his condition, Henry has developed some of the thickest skin around in a metaphorical sense. He has heard every insult under the sun thrown his way, and is almost impossible to visibly phase even if certain comments do get to him deep down. Growing up what most would think at first glance is a movie monster has led him to develop a strong sense of justice and empathy- especially for the downtrodden. Henry can be extremely charming, and outwardly friendly when a person is receptive towards him. Due to his size and appearance, he has developed a special type of intuition where- often picking up quickly when someone is uncomfortable around him, scared of something, or is feeling something that they are unable or unwilling to communicate for whatever reason.

Henry has a powerful voice and coupled with his large presence, he tends to command attention wherever he goes and to whomever he talks to. Henry revels in this, and has always been the kind of person to enjoy the spotlight. He inevitably receives the opposite simply by existing within the general vicinity of someone who doesn't like his organization, or what he is. Deep down, Henry wants to be accepted for who he is. The world can, after all, be a very judgmental place.

On the inside, despite all his social success and friendly relations, Henry is an exceedingly lonely individual. He has been all his life. When he was human he was and outsider looking in on the power craze. He wanted nothing more than to have a superpower like everyone else. Then, as luck would have it, when he got his ability it turned him into this. While so many of his peers were granted superpowers that did nothing but raise them up, the possibility of a 'normal' life was snatched away. Henry knows that he is ugly or at the very least undesirable, and has developed quite a case of body dysphoria. People with body condition like his is rare even among CLs. He firmly believes that he will never find love or be loved in that way. Desperation has led him down many paths of embarrassment, and some that he is particularly ashamed of. On days where he is reminded of his position, he teeters on the edge far more than he will ever admit to those that are close to him. He has watched his peers go to dances with dates and find young love where he found none- and coming home alone every day has taken a toll on his heart. Henry's parents and sisters love him because they're his family and it's... it's their duty. He's already got enough going against him and now when he finds his person, if he ever does, and the sees him, he knows. They're going to stare at him, at his massive frame and his tail and his toothy, reptilian face and think crap. They're going to be so disappointed. They're going to wish he was someone else.

He can deal with that. If they ever find him, he can deal with disappointment. But he can't go looking for it. He can't keep actively trying to find someone who's going to at least initially wish he were someone else- and that fact tears him up inside.

Henry does find limited solace in those that do give him a chance, though. He’s a bit of a doormat in that sense- too afraid to stand up for himself to the people he cares about because he thinks that if he does they’ll leave- even if he knows deep down that they don't care about him. At least not in any genuine or meaningful way. He prefers empty company to crushing isolation- anything to not be alone. He tries too hard, picks up tabs where he shouldn't, desperately tries to stay in contact, overextends, and becomes protective or jealous where he shouldn't. At this point in his life, the idea of real friends that want to hang out with him for more than the beer in his mom and dad's wine cellar, that rhythm of separation and closeness is what he lives for. The reminders that they aren’t him, which is good since he's not a very good friend to him. If it came down to their life or his, he wouldn't even have to think- it wouldn't even be much of a choice at all.

If you ask anyone in school what they thought of Henry Olin, they'd say he's the fuckin' man, that he's the school mascot without the costume, a total party animal. Very few would be able to tell you much about what he likes, or who he is.

Bonds: What gets him up out of bed every day? Henry would say that his mother would be sad if he was gone. He's still trying to find something for himself. He hopes he finds it soon.

Activities: Henry can readily be found in local music/comedy and is very much an audiophile. Whenever a comedian or concert comes in town, he's there. He also regularly participates in school events, but has never been a big intramural sports kind of guy despite many in the town requesting his presence in football. The only time he has ever participated in that was for swimming in his Freshman year, in which he placed fourth. Henry is a musician first and foremost, and while he cannot play many anymore (aside from the piano), he has always had a love for music. As well he is a lifetime nerd, and has been working at the local Saturday Comics since he was sixteen. He has bloomed further socially as the superhero movie craze has begun to pick up serious momentum. As the local friendly giant, he is also fairly present at Ted & Ted's, which is the only place that offers workout equipment in his size/caliber.

Skills: Henry has an ear for music that few can match, in part due to his attunement to the sub-bass part of music. Henry also has an eidetic memory, which he uses to make it through school or work with relative ease despite his comparative lack of effort and is most commonly employed to remember special comic editions, character quotes, and TTRPG rules.

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Backstory: Henry was born to an affluent Asian-American family in Leesburg. He was the last of three siblings. When he was born Henry was average weight, and had a full head of hair and looked like a little old man. He did nothing but scream and shit for three days after that. Typical baby behavior.

And for a while, Henry was a normal boy. This was abnormal given everything that had happened in Leesburg, but with mounting hostilities towards CL's, his parents were fairly thankful for it. He attended normal school, was normal height, had the same issues and problems as a normal person. Then, when he turned twelve in middle school, puberty hit him like a freight train. Unlike most, his awkward phase was extremely short. Also unlike most, his pubescent period was when his power manifested hard.

Within the span of a week he had eaten all the food in the house, had undergone excruciating and debilitating pain, and became the single most pissed off kid you will ever meet (brooding teenagers had nothing on him). He quite literally nearly took his sister's hand off for trying to swipe away a spare meatball. If this was Oregon trail everyone's diets were set to bare bones for about eight days for sheer survival purposes as he ate everything he could get his mouth around (there are still bite makes on the dinner table for evidence). Henry's mother took him to the hospital, and too many forms of therapists and none of which had ever seen something like him before.

Henry was taken out of school for a short time, and as he regained control over himself and his body calmed down, he wasn't anywhere near what he was when the transformation began eight days before. Standing at a staggering 6'5 from his previous 4'11, and weighing in at a gaunt 210lbs, Henry was unhealthy, and overall sick, but still much larger and stronger than his own father. His body was still suffering the effects of the chemical changes and metabolism shift from warm blooded to lukewarm. His awkward stage continued for another week or so as his body adapted, and gained weight. He ate as much as before, but he wasn't as violent in doing so. Eventually he calmed down over the next two weeks, being a solid 401 lbs. At the weight of 411, he was actually capable of passing urine and passed his first stool since he began the change two and a half weeks before. When school started up again he did online school, and when the 8th grade year ended and 9th grade began, he returned to in person schooling for the first time in a year and a half. What had once been Henry Olin was no longer. Despite his inhuman appearance Henry's social life boomed. Yes, he was weird, but he wasn't the only CL in town that looked the way he did, and now he wasn't the only kid in town his age without a power. Henry was always smart, having been at the top of his classes (middle school, less impressive, but he was gifted even then), but with his newfound social life he has begun coasting. He did not have to try hard to be marketable and his mere presence dominates many activities he participates in. It's hard to forget Henry Olin was there- be it drinking heroic amounts of beer at parties that he hosts when his family is away or simply working as a clerk in the local comic store. He has thus far avoided any major run ins with the law, but his socialite nature has more than once put him at risk.

Currently Henry has a full ride scholarship to UF, so long as he can graduate without incident. Who would've thought that the Gators would want a big lizard on their side.

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Description: Henry is a large, and very, very physically imposing CL, if not due to his sheer size, then to his power. Reptiles are extremely resilient for their sizes. His size and powerful build grants him incredible strength- Enough to damage structures, bend steel, and resist inordinate amounts physical punishment. Like most reptiles, Henry is covered in scales and while he is not armored like a crocodile, the thick interlocking scales produce a coat of dermal armor that is as puncture and tear proof as Kevlar- making him very resilient to small arms fire.

His front limbs are longer than the average humans, allowing him to move on all fours with no discomfort, and his torso is slightly elongated, allowing him to almost prowl like a large cat. Coupled with a leg structure that is very different to the usual humans (with his ankle joint extending out and giving him a second leg joint to work with), his strength, and the m. caudofemoralis muscles (the ones that attach his legs to his body and tail), he can effectively lunge at over forty miles an hour, and sustain a sprint for a short time capable of keeping pace with most Olympic runners. Mobile joints and powerful muscle attachments in his arms and legs allow him to be surprisingly agile for a creature his size.

Henry has an extremely acute set of senses (hearing, sight, and smell, etc). Especially smell. He has two ways of smelling the air, which is through his nose and then through his tongue like a snake. Also like a snake, he has two pits right in front of his eyes that allow him to heat-seek, and like a gecko has color night vision. His blood also has displayed a much lower pH than that of regular blood, making it un-survivable for most diseases, and will denature protein based compounds such as venom to the point where they function at a less potent effect, or simply do not function at all depending on the lethality. Henry also has several other less superpowered abilities in common with several species of reptiles, amphibians, and birds: An anticoagulant bite, claws, a nasty set of triple rowed teeth (some shark like, others more crocodilian), and some other weird things thrown in there.

Henry has a regenerative healing factor that allows him to regrow full limbs if they are lost, not just his tail, within a relatively short period of time. This healing factor is extremely potent, and while it does not have the speed of say, Wolverine, it does have the ability to redirect and reroute the flow of blood in his body with a complex set of muscles that close off and contract upon separation or damage. Small cuts and bruises heal within minutes, but things like crushing trauma or puncture wounds from high caliber firearms take much longer and will likely put him down and out.

Henry is a survivor. Like all reptiles he is incredibly resilient by nature, often not showing signs of illness or pain until it's either too late or he's gotten over it that, in combination with a natural accelerated healing rate, can make him very hard to kill. In times of trial and dire need for food and sustenance Henry has shown that he has ‘lukewarm blood’. His body temperature normally hovers around 80-85F at any given time, as he is warm blooded. However, he can slow his metabolism drastically, enabling him to brumate and survive on very little food and water for extended periods of time.

Limitations: Different levels of injury require different amounts of time to bounce back from. Being hit by a baseball bat could result in a few small fractures, which would mend within the hour. Being shot in the lung, if the bullet is high enough caliber to penetrate his hide, or falling debris could put Henry out. He might be a juggernaut of a person, but he is not invincible. On the note of bullets, while his body might be resistant to low calibre firearms, he is not resistant anymore than a regular man is to the major bruising and internal damage that the force that the bullet carries. Muscle damage and the ensuing recovery process could very well kill him later.

This ability to heal so efficiently and quickly has eroded Henry's instinctual urge to hold himself back in strength related activities. Under normal conditions most beings use only 20-30% of their potential muscle usage. Henry is very capable of using 100%- resulting in muscle fiber damage and other issues that would be crippling. Lifting and throwing vehicles, while possible, is taxing on his body. Sometimes too taxing. If he is subject to enough physical strain in a short time frame that his ability to heal cannot keep up with it, he is very likely to collapse and hurt himself further. Henry, while larger and heavier, is not Titus McArthur, and his strength comes from his size and is not directly his power.

Henry is a very big creature. This means that he has difficulty squeezing into some areas and his mass does befit him regarding endurance as his frame's size and build make him naturally lack locomotion stamina. He can only maintain such a fast sprint for a short period of time. Long periods of extended movement are not his forte because he's just not mechanically built for that- no matter how large his lungs are. He is heavy, and it puts a monumental toll on his body to keep up a fast pace. This however, is not nearly as much of a problem in the water.

Weaknesses: Because his senses are so powerful, sensory overload can be a big problem for him. He literally cant handle large amounts of bright light and loud sounds because they can cause him a lot of pain and confusion. His vision also gets fucked up when stuff gets into the heat sensing pits, he's pretty blind in those cases because that tends to give him a pretty trippy experience. Imagine your eyesight being flooded with nothing but blurs of red and yellow and being unable to see anything but that mix. As one can imagine this clashes pretty hard with his audiophile hobby... which is why he listens to music at very low volumes. It sounds wonderful that way to him. He regularly shows up to parties with ear plugs. It doesnt stop him from hearing conversation, but it takes the edge off.

Henry has thick, strong bones. While stronger than a human’s, they are not invincible. If Henry put his full strength into throwing a punch at a steel wall, he'd smash the steel alright. But he'd probably break all of his knuckles and give his arm about six fractures. He needs to be careful. He was a human once, as hard as that may be to believe and humans were not built to be as big as he is. The only reason he's able to survive and thrive is because his body changed with his size- but he cant throw himself around without seriously injuring himself. Impacts become more and more dangerous the larger the body gets, and Henry is a very large person. Because he is so large, Henry is also almost impossible to miss. He demands attention, and while he is quite a bruiser, focus fire and a lack of proper cover can quickly wear him down.

If he goes into a hibernation like state to last as long as he does, he will most likely do nothing but breathe once and hour for a very long time. It is an emergency thing to do and it really isn’t good for his body to do it for long.

I’d also like to point out once again that Henry’s regenerative ability is NOT like that of Wolverine’s. It’s several times as fast as a human’s, but he will NOT bounce back from any wound unless it’s minor, much like a normal human. It can take him months to grow back a limb, and weeks to recover from various other injuries (The average stab wound recovery time is the two to three weeks. Henry would recover fully over the course of a better part of a week).

Favorite Subject: TV Pro/Digital Art.

Least-Favorite Subject: AP US History. He's never been a huge fan of how the school has gone about teaching history.

Grades: A-B Student. Could probably do a whole lot better if he actually tried.

Embarrassing Moment: Henry got particularly belligerent at a party in his 10th grade and bragged about a girl he was talking to. Turns out it was an unknown individual preying on him for money. Henry doesn't talk about it much, and neither does anyone else. It's more embarrassing in a sad way than it is in a funny way.

Other Information: Nothing for now.

Anotha one.

[Maxx]

Y'all some punk-ass bitches.

[Skai]

Helen is approved @Maxx

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Helen is approved @Maxx

@Skai

I disagree. Banned for racism.

[Skai]

Elle Miller

Elle Miller

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Born For This ~ Paramore

BASIC INFO

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Name: Elodie “Elle” Miller
Age: 16
Year: Junior
Gender: F

APPEARANCE:

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Height: 5’3”

Weight: 115 lbs

Skin Color: Warm Ivory

Physical Description: Elle has a small stature, but she makes up for it with a gaze that looks right into your soul. Just because she has to look up at people doesn’t mean that she looks up to them. Her eyes are a muddy hazel with bits of blue, and she always looks a bit bored unless something interesting is taking place. She isn’t afraid to show what she’s thinking and easily does it with her expressions. Her eyebrows are thick and used regularly to express her emotions, they’re the same color as her shoulder length chestnut hair. Which is brushed but rarely styled. Sometimes seen in a half-assed bun or ponytail if she wants it out of her face. She also braids her hair if she’s trying to look nice. If she wears makeup it’s only to accentuate her freckles and make her long eyelashes darker. She wears eyeliner with a simple cat eye only when she feels like it. Sometimes she’ll add a little dot under her left eye as a false beauty mark just for fun.

Although she’s small, she can pack a mean punch. She’s built up enough muscle and calluses over the years thanks to skating that she isn’t afraid to get into a fight. Hasn’t happened yet. Yet... She stands as tall as she can, really, but her shoulders slouch as soon as she’s relaxed. Most of the time her hands are in her pockets or hiding in her sleeves. She paints her nails and files them herself; they look great even if a few are chipped.

Clothing: Elle’s style is the epitome of 2010’s grunge aesthetic but leans more toward the skater girl type than the preppy version of it. That means Vans, boots, Converse, ripped jeans, flannels, baggy hoodies, fishnets or tights, and an overall aura of “who cares.” Elle has never stepped foot inside of an Aeropostale and is convinced she would incinerate if she ever tried. She doesn’t mind Hollister or American Eagle’s styles, but she’s only been able to afford one flannel or hoodie from each over her time as a teen. All of her clothes were thrifted or hand me downs from cousins, but Elle believes it gives her style a unique character instead of dressing like everyone else.

Elle’s ensembles are mostly loose articles of clothing, but as she matures she has at least one piece that reveals her figure. Whether it’s baggy jeans with holes in them, a tight top underneath an open flannel, or skinny jeans with a loose hoodie or shirt, Elle always has one piece in her fit to remind people that she has a body underneath the layers.

Elle sticks to neutral tones such as black, white, and brown. Any color that may appear in her outfits would be from bright graphic tees or other neutral tones like green and blue. She is always sporting the color black at all times because it is the color she is most comfortable in.

Elle is comfortable wearing gold and silver jewelry. She wears multiple rings at times, only stud earrings or hoops, and necklaces that are thick chains or have unique pendants hanging from them.

Voice: Elle’s voice is low and strong. She sounds like the kind of girl that would, and occasionally does, say dude or bro, but she has moments where her voice raises because of excitement. Think of Marceline from Adventure Time but more serious. It can also be low and monotonous when she’s pissed off. Her voice alone could make someone hesitate. If you’re not the type to provoke her she sounds chill and open to talk about anything. Her voice is inviting if she decides to speak in front of you.

PERSONALITY:

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Character Traits: At first glance Elle appears unapproachable to those with less confidence than most. Her face remains expressionless until something catches her interest and that can be intimidating. For those with strong personalities and feel secure in their part of society, Elle just appears bored. Stoners might think she’s just high. The rest may see her as shy or as a mystery. To put it plainly, Elle is nothing like what most people assume of her.

Elle seems like such a wallflower to most, but to her friends she is so much more than that. She’s cunning, funny, caring in her own weird way, and she’s only quiet because she’s thinking. She stands up for herself and for her friends. She won’t let anyone ruin her fun, and she’ll leave if something is boring or going the way she doesn’t want it to. Her type is chaotic neutral. It’d be lawful if she didn’t believe that rules were meant to bend or break.

She’s quiet, but that doesn’t mean she has nothing to say. She talks back if she thinks it’s necessary; she can have the most attitude of anyone in the room. Sometimes the look on her face is enough, but her attitude might be why she doesn’t have many friends. If you hang around her, she either likes you enough to act right or keeps you in check by calling you out.

Elle is a little short-tempered. There are many reasons that Elle is this way, but she’s especially pissed when people look at her or act like she’s a freak just because she was born after 1992. While most of the school are CL’s at this point, there are still seniors who were born without the radiation’s influence. The worst of it comes from their parents, who parade around town like the CL’s are contagious. Elle’s had a run-in with that mani-pedi, blonde blowout bitch Karen once before and she was incredibly tempted to shave her head while she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings.

Elle is above that, of course, but there might be a day where she takes her revenge. Perhaps it’ll happen on her last day in Leesburgh.

Bonds: Elle just tries her best to live life right. She might get up to mischief but it's just fun and games. She loves to skate and party. Her real goal is to move out of Leesburgh and go to college. Maybe she’ll be a writer, or maybe she’ll teach English. As long as she isn’t stuck in Leesburgh forever.

Activities: Elle isn’t much of an after-school extracurricular type of girl, but she does show at some of the football or soccer games if her friends ask her to go. In school she’s only in one club and that’s the Lit. Club. She loves to read and is actually acing English Lit., but prefers to be active instead. If you were to look for Elle after school or on a weekend she’d be found at the Summer Park’s skate park, downtown where there’s plenty of concrete, or hiding out at The Pile. There are also times when Elle goes to the skate rink. Her favorite places to grab foo lol d are at the hometown diner, the only Mexican restaurant within miles, or the pizza joint. She also likes to eat at Helen’s house, but she’ll never say it out loud. Eating out for Elle is rare, so she’ll usually head home when she gets hungry. If Elle goes to a party, she’s really only there for her friends and the free drinks. She gets high only when the provider shares or if she has extra cash to spend. Since money is a problem, Elle usually just spends her time skating.

Skills:

• Anything with Wheels: Elle has spent most of her free time out riding around the town. Her main form of transportation is a skateboard, but Elle is also skilled in bicycles, quad skates or rollerblades, longboards, scooters, and the like. The only motorized wheels she’s had experience with is one joy ride in her mom’s old mustang. She doesn’t have her license yet, but she’s confident she’ll pass if she can keep her foot off of the pedal.
• Basic Cooking: Elle understands the basics of cooking. Her best dishes are deliciously sick grilled cheese sandwiches and spaghetti. She’s had to make herself plenty of meals that weren’t just frozen dinners and cereal.
• Sleight of Hand: While Elle isn’t exactly proud of this skill, she’s had to pick it up in order to make ends meet at home. The ability to be unseen has made it easier to pickpocket, sure, but it’s all about the precision when it comes to removing a wallet or watch without being felt. Don’t worry, she only takes from assholes or thieves anyways.
• A Good Arm: Like previously said, Elle can throw a punch. It doesn’t really matter how small you are; if you know how to swing your arm right you can land a solid blow. Her hand might hurt like a bitch afterwards but she’ll at least disorient her opponent enough to escape or go for the nuts or eyes next.

BACKSTORY

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Backstory: Elle’s history isn’t something she hides, but she isn’t proud of. Her parents were teens in love. After the spaceship rained down on the city, they grew closer over the shared stress of the new world around them. Getting pregnant was the last thing on their minds, let alone giving birth to a baby with powers.

Normal parenting is hard enough. To raise a baby that could disappear at random made it even more difficult. For a few years the young parents tried to raise their little Elodie as best as they could. Imagine changing the diaper of an infant who flickers in and out of sight, or feeding a baby who refuses to eat and disappears the moment they pick up a spoon. Can’t pretend its an airplane if you don’t know where to land it. When Elodie began to crawl and walk the parents’ stress multiplied. Her father was having a hard time keeping a job because he was still young and foolish. Her mother was stuck at home with the baby all day because her family kicked her out of the house for getting pregnant before marriage and her father’s family were alcoholics who refused to love a “freak.”

The stress became too much for the young parents and they soon split. Elodie’s father left Leesburgh and was never seen or heard from again. Her mother did her best to raise Elle, but on the nights she could get away from being a single parent she partied and got high.

By the earliest time Elle could fend for herself, her mother was out most nights. Sure, momma brought home money, or dated men who had money, but it never lasted. The two lived in a shabby apartment until Elle was 14. Her mother married a man she met at the bar. Apparently it was love at first sight, but Elle still thinks that her mother could do better. The man thinks Elle is a freak, but he still gave her a room and pays for her books and schooling. At least she’s a smart freak.

Her mother holds a small job selling Avon makeup, but she really just smokes and sits at home dreaming of a life she never had. Her mom still loves Elle, of course, but those moments are rare and not to be counted on. So Elle began to spend more time out of the house and focused on her studies. She plans to leave Leesburgh the second she graduates.

POWERS:

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Description: Invisibility: Elle has the ability to bend the light around any object she choses, rendering it completely invisible to any living creature’s eye/s. This means that she can also bend the light around her own body. She and any object she chooses can move about an area without visible detection. Elle is also able to bend the light around certain parts of an object as well. An example of that would be to render her arm invisible, and yet the rest of her body is in full view. Also to conceal an item on her body or in her hands.

Limitations: Elle is only able to manipulate the visible light spectrum. This means that she is unable to hide herself or an object from any imaging or sensors that use other wavelengths of light.

To bend the light around an object takes only a second, but Elle also has to ensure that no one has seen her make the object or herself disappear to get the full effect. This means that Elle has to find cover before using her ability if she doesn’t want anyone to see her walk into/out of a room unnoticed.

On the current date Elle has been able to conceal an object or living thing for up to 48 minutes without fatigue. Concealing multiple objects at once decreases the amount of time hidden by minutes depending on the size of the object. At the moment the largest object Elle is able to hide is a sedan. She can hold its invisibility for about five minutes with strain.

Weaknesses: Infrared technology such as night vision goggles or a near-infrared LED or laser can spot Elle or the object she is hiding. This means thermal imaging, heat sensors, and motion detectors ( like cameras, lights, or sensors) will trigger if she passes by. To put it plainly, any infrared sensing or projecting object will detect her. Black lights render her ability useless as well, which pisses her off. Oddly enough, Elle’s image will not process fully on any type of infrared imaging such as a security camera. Instead, the light around her appears scattered and blurry. This has the ASA agents convinced that Elle’s light manipulation affects the wavelength of the infrared by the smallest fraction. Yet it is effective in concealing the identity of herself or any object she is hiding. This doesn’t mean that Elle can rob a bank and get away with it. Any ASA agent aware of her ability could instantly pin her for the crime with one security video or photograph.

Becoming invisible is as easy as riding her board, but concealing her presence entirely is near impossible. Anyone with a nose, working eyes or ears, and touchy feelers can detect her presence easily. They could smell the faint traces of cigarettes and shampoo, hear her skateboard rolling down the pavement or the soft steps of her feet, or reach out and brush their hand against an unseen object. In crowded areas it’s easy to blend into the natural chaos, but in a quiet space Elle has to be cautious. If she needs a quick getaway she has to use her feet and tread very lightly. No rolling away with her middle finger in the air if she wants to get away without notice.

SCHOOLING

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Favorite Subject: English Literature

Least-Favorite Subject: History

Grades: A Student; Could be valedictorian if she cared about it.

Embarrassing Moment: Elle jumped the stairs on her board in 8th grade, missed the landing, and tripped the principal when the board got away from her. She landed a week in detention and couldn’t have her board on school property for the rest of the year. She still feels bad for the guy.

Other Information: In the future when Tumblr hits its peak, Elle will become one of the top bloggers for her aesthetic and humor but never reveal her face or identity.

[Maxx]

<Snipped quote by Skai>

I disagree. Banned for racism.

@JunkMail

You can tell me whether my characters are accepted when you finish The Promise.

[Maxx]

@Skai Accepted.

[Enarr]

Crossfire

C H R I S

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BASIC INFO

Name: Christopher Christian
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: M

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165 lbs

Skin Color: F8F2ED base tone with FFFADA lowlights and a distinctive spackling of FBFCFA highlights, particularly in this dreadful winter time. His skin tends to swell with a FFFFFFing effect when he gets excited, on account of the blood rising to his epidermis.

Physical Description: He's got a fairly unimposing build. It wouldn't be inaccurate to describe him generally as soft bodied but he's not got much in the way of visible pudge to him. His mop of auburn hair, though somewhat boorish, tends to flop about when he speaks, almost as though it were a drum keeping the beat, as his head bobs left and right. By looking at him, at any given moment, there's a decent chance that you'll see him squinting angrily at nothing in particular, with his teeth tied taut around his tongue.

Clothing: His attire swings from semi-formal button-up style digs to more grungy hoodies and sweatpants, usually in black but often enough in a somber blue or grey. There was a brief period of time, following his incarceration, where he'd wear an orange long sleeve button-up along with orange denim pants as a sort of knowing jest to acknowledge that he's seen as a criminal but the reaction was more than he was looking for and the outfit has since been retired.

Voice: Daffy Duck without the lisp. They share the pulsing cadence and general frustration in their tone.

PERSONALITY:

Character Traits: He's something of a spitfire with a tendency to let his emotions sweep him away. Self-control is something of a weakness and he's lacking in terms of discretion but it's well understood that when Chris is anything but duplicitous. In many ways, it's what he sees as his unfettered integrity that holds him back from being a desirable member of society. He's seen as a nutjob by some and a burnout in the making by others. He's pretty irritated by the fact that there's an entire prison being constructed specifically to incarcerate him specifically.

Bonds: Chris is a Christian but he's extremely dissatisfied with his own church. In fact, it's his desire to imitate the Christ that lead him to speak out with boldness in criticizing the hypocrites he had seen in his company. He's since been excommunicated from his own congregation. On paper, his own parents aren't even allowed to talk to him. They still do when they're in the privacy of their own home.

Activities: He likes to spend his time camping and studying the local wildlife so he can escape the expectations of his family and community. At this point, he actually spends a decent amount of time stalking the invasive population of snow leopards and turning them over to animal control to be exported to zoos across the nation, if not to be released in Mongolia. In a way, it could be said that he's something of an amateur businessman--not that he's told the IRS.

Skills: He's a decent hunter. Not great. The main reason he hasn't been murdered by snow leopards is the fact that he can set himself on fire at a whim. He's very patient and good at standing still for hours, even though he doesn't have much in the way of stamina.

BACKSTORY

Backstory:Eighteen years ago, Chris' mom got irradiated by a space rock thing. Shortly thereafter, he was born. His father was a police lieutenant and his mother was a stay at home mom. He was an only child.

Ten years later, his father is the head of the police labor union in the town of Lee and they're living very comfortably thanks to the union dues paid by every officer on the force. His ma became a Sunday School teacher somewhere in there and little Chrissy is off at Summer Camp, where he made fast friends with a little girl by the name of Adaline, who confided to him that one of the camp counselors had behaved very inappropriately with her. They told some of the staff and nobody did anything about it. For a time, nothing came of it.

One day, it came out that his father had been having an affair so, naturally, he swore up and down that he'd repent. After a couple days on the couch, Mr. Christian found Jesus and, from then on, the family spent every Sunday knackered up in spit-shined shoes and dry-cleaned jackets, in the pews of the Ten Tablets Church of Jesus Christ, where he reconnected with both Adaline and that smarmy bastard who was working as a camp counselor, now amongst the clergy.

As Chris grew older, the magnitude of the wrongness of the man's position became increasingly apparent to him, so he told the pastor, who doubted him and wrote it off as the misremembering of hearsay. So, one fateful Sunday afternoon, thirteen year old Chris Christian went over to have a nice, productive chat with the clergyman to clear matters up when he accidentally lit him the fuck up in a cleansing fire that he didn't know he was capable of producing while he was beating him to a pulp with his fists. This is the very moment that he discovered he had superpowers.

Thirteen year old Chris Christian was sentenced to three years in York County Youth Development Center and, during that time, learned that he had inspired the construction of a new facility specifically built to incarcerate and depower other CLs like him, so they wouldn't be a danger to the general population in adult prisons. While still in the center, he remained parallel to his school curriculum with the aim to reintegrate him as smoothly as possible. He never received letters from his family, though upon his release, he was reaccepted into their home with neither fuss nor fanfare. Rumor has it that his father's position as the head of the policeman's union is one of the only reasons why Chris wasn't tried as an adult.

In the time since, Chris has generally tried to avoid being at school, being at church or being around other institutions where he's subject to other people's judgements longer than necessary. He's disgusted with the moral depravity of people with authority over him and he doesn't really want another assault charge. He's spent his recent days in the Pennsylvania woods stalking snow leopards after school and tranquilizing them with non-lethal darts before arranging to have them relocated in a workflow that probably isn't entirely above board legally but has gone undisturbed nonetheless.

POWERS:

Description: Chris can set himself on fire. Sometimes it happens involuntarily when he gets excited but he's also usually quite capable of bursting into flame on command. He can also produce an incendiary fluid akin to napalm from his hands, which he refers to as his brimstream, and he can adjust its consistency and formulation to a certain extent.

Limitations: He doesn't get to decide if he's going to light something on fire or not, he merely has the ability to strike a match within himself and cast his brimstream. He can spread the brimstream to an aerosol style spray that can project about ten feet in front of him and, on the other hand, he can condense it to the density and weight of a golf ball, where the distance is more or less limited by his actual untrained throwing skill.

Weaknesses: Whether he's aflame or not, he still needs to be able to breathe, so its not in his best interest to light up in enclosed spaces. He is not unusually tough beyond being fireproof and resistant to extreme temperatures, regardless of whether he's alight or not. That said, it'd be pretty easy to kill him by throwing a gas can at him or something to that effect.

SCHOOLING

Favorite Subject: Criminology

Least-Favorite Subject: Religious Ed

Grades: C Student

Embarrassing Moment: For a week after getting out from the Youth Development Center, people kept stuffing his locker with feathers and writing jailbird on all his stuff. This frustrated him so severely that he accidentally started smoking and set off the school's fire alarm.

Other Information:

[Skai]

Who tf r u @Enarr

[Enarr]

Who tf r u @Enarr

@Skai

I'm the thing that goes bump in the night. I'm the reason your parents are having marital issues. I'm your mom's boyfriend. I. Am. Enarr