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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Senator Garcia De León did not expect his youngest daughter to demonstrate hyperhuman abilities. To his public, he was the tough-as-nails senator that promised protection from the growing hyperhuman threat. Until this point, his family was seen as "perfect". Each member did their duty, ensuring they looked good whenever they were out, and abided by the rules set in place. Then Calliope's powers manifested. And the family that was rock solid suddenly experienced turmoil. Try as he might, Senator Garcia had to accept the fact his daughter was hyperhuman. Calliope was forced into hiding, told to lie about her powers and expected to maintain the air of perfection they worked so hard to maintain. Calliope couldn't handle the pressure and, in an unexpected turn, demonstrated her powers in public, lending to an outcry of Garcia's supporters to call for him to step down. Senator Garcia decided to do one better. PCRU, a school dedicated to helping Hyperhumans control their abilities, seemed right up his alley. So Calliope was sent off to school and told to get it together or be out of the family. Unbeknownst to him, Calliope had her own plans, and PCRU was the best place to do it. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || C R Y O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Elemental Calliope has the power of Cryokinesis, or Ice Manipulation. This is done by using water molecules in the air around her, forming ice, and using it at her disposal. Calliope does not have the ability to generate ice from nowhere, however. Calliope can shape and form ice in various ways including ice shards, ice shields, ice walls, ice armor, etc. Calliope can use this both offensively and defensively. Calliope is able to maneuver ice almost telepathically, allowing her to move the ice formed at will. Calliope can apply freezing temperatures to objects and people, leading to potential ice damage and frostbite. Calliope, through her use of this power, does not get cold as easy as an average person, allowing her to withstand freezing temperatures. An extra bit of her power allows her to formulate snow, though this is less useful. L I M I T A T I O N S || S U P P L Y As mentioned, Calliope cannot just generate ice from out of nowhere. To be able to form and use ice, Calliope requires there to be water molecules in the air or an actual source of water. This can limit her power use and prevent her from using her powers. W E A K N E S S E S || H E A T Common knowledge dictates that the weakness of ice is fire. This is still true in Calliope's case. As her power requires there to be water molecules or actual water to be near, the hotter and more humid the environment is, the less likely she will be to form ice and control it. Fire melts ice and Calliope would not fair well against fire or any of its forms. She can essentially be rendered powerless in environments where there are no water molecules to be had. Her powers, especially her ability to withstand colder temperatures, makes Calliope extremely sensitive to heat. As such, in hotter temperatures, Calliope can feel weak and may eventually pass out if not provided a cooler environment. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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It would be one of two people. The most likely candidate is my older brother. Ever since I showed my powers and was "forced" to come to this university, he has been weirdly protective of me. He knows what our father is like so it is not so surprising. My brother has never shown a hatred towards hyperhumans despite the fact I know many of his friends have said some horrible things about them. The other person is my mother. She texts me a lot, asking how I am. She lets me know how dad is, despite me never asking.

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I am not so dumb that I would immediately trust a stranger. I am a young woman living in the United States, of course, I am going to have my guard up, powers or not. However, a person needs help and I will do my best to ensure they get the help they need. Depending on the situation, I may be able to apply some hands-on help or be able to contact the right people (police, EMTs, etc). Hopefully, this isn't one of those times where a young girl is kidnapped and human trafficked. I ensure I have protection outside of my powers, just in case.

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First, get my bearings. Depending on where I am on campus, there are certain places I should go. I imagine a school like this has plenty of security measures in place, not to mention the staff and students have literal superpowers, so I am not too worried. Though the alarm most likely means a threat of equal or greater power, meaning it is best if left to the staff to handle. I am not without means of self-defense. I would also ensure other students are safe and see they get to safety.

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D E L E O N, G A R C I A || F A T H E R D E L E O N, G A R C I A || F A T H E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Garcia De León was born in Tijuana, Mexico before his family moved to the United States and became American citizens. He experienced firsthand what it was like to be treated like an immigrant despite going through the process correctly. He heard every name in the book hurled at his family and he made it his mission to push himself to be the change needed. Eventually, he worked his way through government and was elected the Senator for New Mexico, partly due to his stance on hyperhumans. Despite his insistence on perfection, he loves his family and strives to ensure they are taken care of.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

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D E L E O N, A L E X A N D R I A || M O T H E R D E L E O N, A L E X A N D R I A || M O T H E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Alexandria was born into wealth and grew up expected to do great things. What her family had not counted on was her doing away with all that and falling for Garcia. Alexandria started her own business, selling custom beauty products and toiletries, and was happy to support her husband in his endeavors to get elected. What most do not know is that she is a Hyperhuman also. And ever since her daughter demonstrated abilities and was basically run out of the house to go to the academy, she has been feeling guilty ever since.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.

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D E L E O N, L E O N A R D O || B R O T H E R D E L E O N, L E O N A R D O || B R O T H E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Leonardo is Calliope's older brother. He experienced first hand the drive his father had in ensuring the family was picturesque. He got out of there as soon as he was college age and did not look back. He got married during college and graduated, eventually starting a family. He rarely talks to his mother and father but still connects with his sister. It is unclear what his views on hyperhumans are, but he knows his sister is one and continues to interact with her.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.

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▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Iñigo stands at 6 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds with his soft, round endomorph body. His amber eyes harmonize with his dark brown long wavy hair that's taken care of often. He has his father's olive skin tone and a small gap tooth. While inheriting a low hairline and metabolism from his mother. As for his personal style, it's androgynous with a mixture of casual and edgy. But he often wears long leather motorcycle boots with grey denim. That's when he isn't in his P.R.C.U. uniform, of course. Given his ability, though, Iñigo could easily change his look in an instant if he desired to. For instance, Iñigo regularly transforms his long hair into different hairstyles depending on the occasion. The same notion applies to his clothes and jewelry. And yet, Iñigo's ability isn't everlasting and will always revert back to the clothes he initially was wearing. It also means that body piercings, tattoos, and cosmetics will vanish once he loses consciousness or is under strain. But the latter isn't usually a concern, given he usually sleeps. Iñigo can duplicate other people and fictional characters but won't receive their talents and hyper-abilities (if they have any in the first place). ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Talía Giménez and Gabriel Pozo sought a better life in the United States with their young infant, Iñigo. As undocumented immigrants in Nevada, they lived quiet, reserved lives while working as farmhands for a local farm near Las Vegas. The paychecks were barely enough to afford rent and consistent meals. But it was enough to keep them from going homeless. And more importantly, it provided their son with a normal childhood. Iñigo Giménez-Pozo was a good student with a passion for history, which led him to take AP classes in high school. As a result, he earned his high school diploma with honors. But instead of leaving his family behind, Iñigo attended the nearby University of Nevada to pursue a degree in history. He maintained a balanced lifestyle between partying with his newfound friends on the Las Vegas Strip and studying all night for midterms with study buddies. Then the incident occurred. Iñigo's hyper-gene triggered in the middle of a crowded dance floor during spring break. He still can't recall what occurred after, but eyewitnesses described him rapidly shapeshifting while in excruciating pain. It only stopped when paramedics used a sedative on him before taking him to the hospital. Five days later, Iñigo had awoken to authorities transporting him to a secured facility. There he learned that he was a hype, an undocumented hype. That was when Iñigo discovered his parents were in ICE custody while his younger brother was taken by CPS. He was unable to do anything other than remain silent while his lawyers talked. And they did talk for five months straight while his parents were deported and his brother was placed in foster care. Then, to avoid the case being taken to the Supreme Court, an agreement was reached with the federal government involving H.E.L.P. Iñigo would be deported to Canada, instead of the original destination, to enroll at Pacific Royal Collegiate & University. If he were to maintain good behavior and grades and showcase resilience to his ability, then he would be granted US citizenship after graduation. With citizenship, Iñigo will be able to petition for his parents to become US citizens. And he can even petition to be a legal guardian for his younger brother. But, of course, if Iñigo failed to uphold the agreement, he would remain in Canada with refugee status. He would be all alone in an unfamiliar country with his family separated. So choosing the obvious choice, Iñigo began his first year at P.R.C.U. in the fall semester. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || M E T A M O R P H O S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || DYNAMIC Shapeshifting was once thought to be nothing more than fiction—used as a literary device for books and superhero comics. Then the existence of Hyperhumans brought the concept into reality with the ability to physically transform oneself. In the case of Iñigo Giménez-Pozo, they are able to transform into humans of any sex exact. Their form is more than capable of deceiving biometrics and individuals. Iñigo could easily be a crucial asset to H.I.T or any covert group as its talented agent if selected for the H.E.A.T. Program. L I M I T A T I O N S || C U T O F F P E R I O D // F I X E D B O D Y M A S S Of course, like any other ability, there are limitations to its uses. For instance, Iñigo does not gain the talents and (if any present) abilities from hyperhumans. Their form will disintegrate after seven days of usage or instantly upon losing consciousness. And notably, their body mass is not changeable and will remain at 200 pounds. That's despite the fact that Iñigo can look exactly like a bigger or smaller person if desired. The longer the form, the greater the strain on their body until they are forced to return to their normal self. W E A K N E S S E S || L O S S O F S E L F But the most concerning aspect of metamorphosis is regarding the brain. Every alteration, especially ones that last for days, has the potential to cause transient global amnesia (TGA). While symptoms last only 24 hours, MRA scans indicate that Iñigo's mind is worsening every day. 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"What woke me?" Iñigo chuckled and then began tapping their head with the index finger. "I guess it'd be my mente jodida."

"Your mind? Enlighten me." The evaluator asked with a warm smile.

"If I know what's going on up there, I wouldn't have restless nights!" Iñigo smiled. But when it was obvious that their answer wasn't enough, they straightened up and began to speak more candidly. "I suspect that it would have something to do with my... 'ability'."

"Why do you say that?"

"Whenever I use it, I can just feel myself slipping into nothingness before I come back. It's like if some kid becomes obsessed with being a chef after playing pretend for a long time." Iñigo was no longer staring at the evaluator. Rather, they were paying attention to their right arm, resting on the table. Then it altered into a caucasian woman's arm covered with scars and tattoos. A moment later, it transformed into an elderly man's wrinkled arm with bruise marks. And then, as if nothing happened, the arm reverted back to its original state. Iñigo looked back up, anticipating either a horrified or astonished expression followed by a series of rapid-fire questions from them to answer.

Instead, the evaluator was sad and only offered a single question, not anticipating an answer. "Does that make you afraid?"

Iñigo frowned and then mumbled, "Más de lo que te puedes imaginary."

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"¿Eh?" Iñigo stared with no idea how to respond to the question.

"Un extraño desaliña-"

But before the evaluator had the chance to finish, Iñigo interrupted them with a snap of his finger as he figured out what 'disheveled' meant. "Oh! Why didn't you just say that..."

"I suppose it'd depend on the person you would think is unkempt. Because for me, I think someone struggling to afford rent or a decent meal. An immigrant farmworker tired after a long day under the fierce sun. I'd help that person out." Iñigo shrugged his shoulders and then crossed his arms. He then looked at the evaluator and said with a clear hint of displeasure, "But I suspect that you're not talking about that kind of person, aren't you?"

"There are no wrong answers." The evaluator responded plainly.

"Of course not." Iñigo sarcastically remarked but then sighed and leaned back against the metal chair. "I'd know better than get myself in trouble... again. So yeah, I would be mindful around nefarious strangers that are a cause for concern around here."

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"Hide, I guess."

"How come?" The evaluator raised an eyebrow.

"You're joking, right?" Iñigo cringed at the question while rolling their eyes. "If you read my file, which I don't doubt exists, you'd know my ability is useless against an intruder. All I can do is copy someone flawlessly. I am in no way, shape, or form a fighter."

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ As far back as she can possibly remember, Haleigh grew up in a single-parent household in the Canadian city of Vancouver, BC. Her mother had passed away when she was young, leaving Haleigh primarily in the care of her father, a law enforcement officer working under the province's RCMP taskforce. Between his job and the duties of a single parent, Haleigh's father rarely had free time for his daughter. What time he did have was spent dragging Haleigh along on nature hikes and camping trips, being things he had experience and hoped to inspire a love for to his daughter much like his own father had done before him. Unlike most kids who would probably whine and complain through the whole experience, Haleigh instead took a likening to the great outdoors, finding joy in their family adventures in the Canadian wilderness. Such interest was carried well into Haleigh's teenager years and adulthood, where she found work working odd jobs related to i; trail tour guide, outdoors blogger, etc. Little did Haleigh know, however, that these exact interests would be, as she had put it, her "undoing" and "downfall", indirectly leading to her hyperhuman development. It happened on one fine Canadian summer day. Haleigh had been out hiking, confident in her own abilities to venture out alone. Yet the further she travelled, the more uncomfortable Haleigh felt; that something was amiss. The very ground seemed unstable, and before she could properly react in time, the land suddenly gave way beneath her. Haleigh had been buried under a large pile of rubble, trapped in a small pocket and unable to get out. Had it not been for a cellphone tower pinging her phone prior to the incident, she would've likely died there, too. The next few weeks of her life were spent in the hospital, recovering from her injuries and the shock of the event. She swore it had to been a freak accident, but when her doctors scheduled her to undergo rehab, she knew something was terribly wrong. Her hyperhuman ability came to life once more with the first steps she took, wiping out the section of the hospital she was staying in in a flurry of rubble and debris. News channels rushed to cover the incident, interviewing some of the survivors. It was there where Haleigh was first outed as a Hyperhuman; her rehab nurse pinpointing the blame on her. The public quickly became furious, eager to start a witch hunt despite her father's attempts to convince not to "burn his daughter at the stake". Although his pleas ultimately fell on deaf ears, he'd find help in another way—through "H.E.L.P.". With Haleigh's close proximity to the P.R.C.U., H.E.L.P. quickly swopped in to handle the incident, giving her an "out" that ensured her safety before she was strung up by rope in the streets of Vancouver. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || S E I S M O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Elemental Haleigh's hyperhuman ability is called Seismokinesis, or in layman's terms the concept of seismic wave generation. Activated by her own movement, every step Haleigh takes has the potential to unleash a devastating tremor within the earth much akin to the effects of an earthquake (albeit much smaller and centralized). L I M I T A T I O N S || A R E A O F E F F E C T The waves that are generated by Seismokinesis can not be directed to a certain location by Haleigh; they wrap around her in a circle as if she is the "epicenter". Once these seismic waves have traveled some feet from Haleigh, they will then begin to weaken in strength and eventually dissipate, therefore limiting the potential range and area of effect of her ability's destructive nature. W E A K N E S S E S || M O V E M E N T As Haleigh's ability activates with each step, her power is completely nullified simply by keeping her off her feet. Mobility-assisting devices such as wheelchairs currently remain Haleigh's only option if she wants to move about without accidentally unleashing her ability. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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"...That day. In the mountains."

What happened that day is something Haleigh doesn't like to talk about even to people closest to her. Haleigh often finds herself circling back to the event, being the place where she initially discovered her hyperhuman power and had been trapped for some time by an ability-caused cave-in. It irrevocably changed her for the worst, leading to a fear of tight, claustrophobic spaces, but more importantly the fear and disgust that she was a "freak" (in her own terms).

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"Are these questions purposely vague?"

Haleigh isn't one to turn down someone's request for help, and she'd likely try to help if it such things were within her reach. That said, Haleigh isn't a natural "do-gooder", being prone to waiting for someone to reach out first before she initiates any assistance of her own. Some people who look like they need help may not actually need it or just don't want help in the first place. It's better to stay in your own lane, she feels.

In this particular scenario, however, Haleigh would prefer to have more information on what "help" is in this context before trying to assist. You can't exactly help someone if you don't know how to help them or what they need help for.

_{A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?}

"Do I look like I have the money for campus repairs?"

Should the alarm be sounded, Haleigh would likely freeze up in response and unable to properly react in a timely fashion. Not so much because of the intruders themselves, but more so due to how her hyperhuman ability functions. Given her ability is capable of severe property damage, she'd be fearful of bringing the campus down on itself, be it by seeking shelter or having to fend off the potential intruder(s) herself, and having people get hurt by her actions. Of course, this can be circumvented by close access to a wheelchair or similar mobility assistance, but what if those aren't nearby? She dreads to find out.

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ A Canada Native, Lucille hails from Houston BC, a small mining and forestry town which sees an influx of ecotourism throughout the year. Growing up the youngest child to a single mother of 3, she had few prospects afforded to her; she didn't fare well in school, her brothers were ambivalent to her social failings, and her mother, though meaning well, was simply too overworked and exhausted to properly parent her only daughter. It looked like, unless fate graced her with some great serendipitous incident, she would grow, live, and die in Houston BC. It would seem, then, that fate is in possession of a cruel sense of humour. Fate did indeed visit upon Lucille, but it brought with it calamity, not providence. On a family camping trip - the cheapest way their mother could provide a 'vacation' for the kids - a particularly stormy night brought disaster upon them. Weakened trees from small wildfires finally gave way beneath the force of the storm, and came crashing down directly on their tents. Lucille's brothers were both killed immediately, crushed and speared. Her mother was trapped, both legs broken and pinned beneath a tree. Only Luce was free, but she by no means emerged unscathed; she had escaped being utterly pulverized by the tree-trunk, but errant branches had gored her through, puncturing a lung, her stomach, and unknown to Lucille, her heart; yet she felt no pain, her movement was barely hindered, and she continued to breath and pump blood and walk without severe issue all the way back into town and to the fire station. Her journey allowed emergency workers to mobilize and save her mother - but in the aftermath, it also revealed to Luce and the town that she was far from the normal, unassuming girl she had resigned herself to being. She was a hype, and such a designation came with its own connotations and assumptions. Lucile struggled with survivor's guilt and agoraphobia following her incident, and her mother struggled with losing her sons and receiving only a controversial discovery about her daughter in return. Eventually, it was agreed that the resources she needed were not available to her in Houston; the only place for her was P.R.C.U., and she found herself quickly enrolled and awaiting the ferry in St. Rupert. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || H Y P E R - A D A P T I V E S U R V I V A B I L I T Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || DYNAMIC Lucille's hype-gene has mutated specifically alongside her immune system and fight-or-flight response. When presented with physical trauma or sudden terror, before adrenaline floods her blood supply, a unique secondary hormone produced by her hype-gene is secreted from her adrenal glands. This hormone first blocks the receptors at her nerve endings, completely shutting down the nervous system pain response and instead replacing any incoming trauma signals with a direct signal to the endocrine system to produce further and further adrenaline. Then, mutated hype-adrenaline bonds with her muscles and completely replaces the aerobic/anaerobic respiration function, eliminating lactic acid build-up and allowing indefinite function without exhaustion. Finally, the bonded hype-gene hormone and mutated adrenaline flood her skull cavity, pass through the pia mater into the blood vessels of the brain, and signal the activation of an extremely intense, subconscious form of auto-bio-kinesis. This bio-kinesis allows Lucille's lower-level brain functions to take over the immune system response, and enable the rewiring of muscles, organs, blood supply systems, and bones on-the-fly to adapt to endure any and all incoming trauma without ceasing overall bodily function. Once trauma has ceased or the threat has been escaped, the hormone stops signalling, and the mutated adrenaline floods the immune system entirely. The body then expedites the recovery of injury, drawing adrenaline from its various appendages and organs in order to facilitate quickened recovery while allowing maximum up-time of the unconscious bio-kinesis to aid natural physical recovery - and finally, the adrenaline is purged from the brain entirely, shutting off the bio-kinesis and being disseminated as the final healing 'booster'. All these processes combined result in Luce being able to sustain intense physical trauma well above and beyond what would be typically fatal for a human, without feeling pain, losing motor or organ function, or slowing or shutting down - and then being able to recover from the trauma to full-functioning capacity at an increased rate after-the-fact. L I M I T A T I O N S || AMPUTATION, INCINERATION, IMMOBILIZATION While Lucille's ability makes her incredibly difficult to permanently put down, there are limits to the damage she is able to repair. Amputation of any limb will require surgical intervention to reattach; Luce is not able to re-grow missing limbs or hold it in place and heal the separation. Complete incineration of flesh also stymies the healing process. Finally, while Lucille is able to survive catastrophic amounts of physical trauma, she is afforded very little additional strength, and methods to incarcerate or immobilize most people will work just as well on her. In short, while Luce can survive with extreme aptitude, amputation, cremation, or incarceration are effective ways to eliminate her from any active situation, or kill her completely. W E A K N E S S E S || YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR THE HEAD (OR MY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE) Lucille's ability to adapt and survive hinges on the mutated hype-gene hormone and adrenaline combination reaching her brain and activating her latent bio-kinetic powers. This bio-kinesis is then run subconsciously without active control by Lucille. Without the brain, there is no bio-kinesis - so a sure-fire way to kill Luce is to remove the head, or destroy the brain. Additionally, while Lucille is almost purpose-built to weather injury, her power does little against mental trauma, as evidenced by the lasting emotional scars from her fateful camping trip. She possesses a heavy fear of forests and woodland, especially densely-treed areas, and suffers from agoraphobia, worsening as she leaves urban and city developments. 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Luce shifted uncomfortably in her seat, crossed arms seeming to constrict tighter across her chest and her fists gripping tight enough to turn her knuckles white. She looked straight down, avoiding the gaze of her therapist, Dr Gila Mercia.
"Nightmare." She finally offered, after several seconds of silence indicated that she wasn't going to escape without answering.
"Of course; nightmares have a way of surfacing those things we're often using sleep to avoid." Dr. Mercia replied, marking something down on the notepad in front of her. "And what is this nightmare about?"
Luce looked even more uncomfortable, and her eyes started darting around the room, looking for anything to distract or divert, anywhere but the patient, staring eyes of her doctor.
"Lucille, if you don't talk to me, none of this is going to work."
"Forest." She answered, very quickly. "Always the forest."
Gila nodded, and made some more notes.

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Lucille shook her head, her hair juddering side-to-side as she shook in short, sharp motions. Dr. Mercia watched her carefully, no hint of judgement or unkindness in her eyes. Luce eventually stopped, and then there was a tangible moment of consideration and dawning realization.
"Help. Have to help." Luce answered, with a grounded assurance that was rare to hear from her.
"Have to help?" Gila prodded, making a quick note on the paper. "Why have to, Lucille? Why do you feel obligated?"
Luce nodded slowly, clearing her throat and taking even, measured breaths.
"I was a disheveled stranger. I needed help. Can't turn someone else away."
Dr. Mercia put her pen down momentarily, smiling at Luce over the rim of her glasses. Luce managed eye contact.
"Very good, Lucille. That's a very noble perspective."

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"I guess...follow the instructions?" Luce offered, uncertain tones marking the edges of her voice. She was struggling to handle the concept emotionally, even the mere idea of an incident on-campus troubling her. P.R.C.U. was meant to be a sanctuary, a safe haven where she could learn and heal - the thought of that safety being shattered loomed over her and cast deep shadows across her mind.
"I can sense you're finding the idea distressing, Lucille. What specifically about the situation upsets you?"
"This school is supposed to be safe." Luce answered, with a good amount of venom behind it. Remorse flashed across her face immediately. Gila gave a small smile of forgiveness.
"We all have a part to play in preserving that safety, Lucille." She said, gently. "And you're better equipped than most to weather danger when it arises."
Luce took a deep breath, steadying herself and forcing her turbulent mind to be quiet.
"You're right." She said, with convincing finality. "I'd help. I'd do whatever I can to help."

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Rory Tyler's life hasn't been particularly remarkable. He was the oldest child of three, his younger two siblings being twins named Will and Mary. All three were born the Hype-gene, which came as little surprise when considering both parents were hyperhumans. Rory's father was a hyperhuman working for H.I.T. by the name of Cole Tyler. Cole had met Julia Morse at PRCU decades ago, as they both went through the H.E.A.T. program. Cole was placed in the Enforcement and Response Division (fitting given his Dermal Armor power), while Julia was placed in Justice Services (fitting her Passive Persuasiveness power). They kept in touch, and eventually grew to love each other. That love expanded into a loving family. Cole served in H.I.T. for most of his prime, leaving him absent for a lot of Rory's childhood. Rory's mother was heavily involved in politics, having a heavy workload. The byproduct of this left Rory alone and to fend for himself for a lot of his childhood, and to protect and support his younger siblings. Will and Mary are 3 years younger, and are both smarter than Rory could ever hope to be. Rory spent a lot of his free time getting involved in all sorts of sports and physical activities. His younger siblings were brainiacs, and have grown up to be perhaps more intelligent than their big brother. Rory, despite loving his family and being very protective of his younger siblings, couldn't help but feel inferior to most of his family and classmates. The only thing Rory truly enjoyed more than anything was wrestling, as he enjoyed the challenge and skill of it. Even then, Rory never seemed to be particularly good at anything. He always seemed to sort of fade into the background. It's only fitting Rory's power would develop to be an ability to only copy other people briefly. Rory opted not to attend PRCU for collegiate study, as Rory's mother's work in trying to promote equal standards of living and education for humans and hyperhumans inspired him to study at a more traditional school. Rory blended into the background, as his younger siblings attended more prestigious boarding schools. Rory kept tabs on them, but mostly just tried to fit in where he could. His powers inevitably developed while living with his parents innocuously, and took some time for the family to register the situation. Rory started wearing an inhibitor immediately, only to find himself somewhat of a social outcast. The only arena in which he seemed to be comfortable and respected in was when he was wrestling in high school. He knew he was subjected to more stringent tests and accusations of cheating due to his status as a hyperhuman, but his teammates always had his back. He competed on a national level starting his freshman year of high school. And really only his freshman year. As once the pandemic hit, Rory quit wrestling. He was alone all over again. It is only recently that the Tyler family has been severely devastated by loss. Rory's father and mother, both of whom were forced to work in a more public capacity, were both victims of the recent pandemic. This uprooted Rory and his siblings, who were graciously adopted by their maternal aunt Lillian Morse. Lillian Morse is a staff psychologist for the students of PRCU, a hyperhuman in her own right with telepathic powers. She has been trying her best to help her niece and nephews settle in to their new life, despite having raised no children before and having limited contact with the children prior. Rory and his siblings were enrolled in PRCU, and are preparing for their first year. The twins are enrolled as sophomores in the Collegiate program, while Rory chose to enroll in the H.E.A.T. program to follow in his father's footsteps... so his siblings won't have to. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||P O W E R M I M I C R Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||Dynamic Rory Tyler possesses the ability to steal a charged HZE ion from a nearby hyperhuman and subconsciously alter his own body's DNA to mimic that hyperhuman's esoteric or exoteric ability. When borrowing an esoteric ability, Rory's body undergoes practically the same physical shift as the host of the "borrowed" ion for sixty seconds. His body essentially just "activates" the HZE ions already present, which are expelled through proportional use of his powers. When mimicking an exoteric ability, Rory is able to draw and increase the HZE ions he stores as other exoteric hyperhumans. This worsens his body's reaction to using the power, and severely limits Rory's "overload" limit when mimicking exoteric abilities. Regardless of which type of power Rory mimics, he currently only seems able to stabilize the use of this new power for sixty seconds, can only borrow one power at a time, and suffers an "intoxication" effect after using the power. L I M I T A T I O N S ||P R O X I M I T Y, T I M E Rory's two primary limits come from the range at which he can "borrow" an HZE ion from another hyperhuman, and the time through which his own body's HZE activated HZE ions are able to keep his DNA altered. In terms of range, Rory must be within 1m of an esoteric hyperhuman to absorb an expelled HZE ion. For exoteric hyperhumans, Rory needs to make physical contact with the hyperhuman through skin to skin contact to absorb an attracted ion. Once the ion is absorbed, it takes Rory seconds for his DNA to subconsciously alter itself. Once the DNA is altered, it is incredibly unstable and almost immediately begins to decay. Rory can maintain this altered state for up to 60 seconds, and his powers are limited in scope in accordance with the limitations and weaknesses of the host Rory borrowed the power from. W E A K N E S S E S ||"P O W E R D R U N K" The major side effect to use of Rory's powers, and what significantly inhibit his ability, comes from a strange interaction the rapid change to his DNA structure and body after mimicking another power. In order to help stand the shock and minimize the pain felt after such a transformation, Rory's body depresses the central nervous system. In some sense, this ends up mimicking the physical effects of intoxication. This typically does not kick in until Rory has finished mimicking another individuals powers. This "intoxication" is sudden and strong, and is amplified significantly if Rory has borrowed an exoteric power due to the need to purge activated HZE ions. This intoxication effect can last anywhere between minutes and hours, and seems to be influenced by the complexity of the power borrowed. The only temporary means by which Rory can forgo the intoxication effect is to borrow another power, assuming he has any dormant HZE ions in his system. At least, that's the theory. Rory hasn't tried this, for fear of the danger compounding intoxication could have on his body. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Rory Tyler is a bit more on the quiet side, shy and awkward from years of unchecked teenage angst. He is friendly and supportive to those whom he considers close, seeing himself as a sort of protector to those he cares for. This has been exasperated in recent months, considering the death of his parents. Rory is obsessed with being in control of his own body and mind, refusing to drink or smoke with friends when offered. This conflict with control over himself is rooted in the nature of Rory's power: using them naturally removes layers of bodily autonomy and control after mimicking another's power. While not afraid of using his powers irresponsibly if inebriated, Rory is afraid of the vulnerability and delay in reaction time.

Rory isn't the brightest kid in the class, and is well aware of that fact. While not fully aware of it, Rory is more emotionally intelligent than academically gifted. He's self-conscious of his intelligence (or lack thereof), and is heavily embarrassed about needing serious academic help and tutoring just to get passing grades. This insecurity, especially in a school environment, lends Rory to act as a social chameleon: he mirrors the mannerisms and behaviors of those he's with in an attempt to be socially accepted. On top of this, he has a difficult time paying attention and regulating his own emotions quickly. He is almost never seen sitting perfectly still, and often fidgets with whatever he can get his hands on.

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Honestly, it could be anything. I'm kind of a light sleeper. My parents sometimes wouldn't come home until after I went to bed when they were busy. So living in a dorm, where everyone keeps making noises throughout the night... take your pick. It's hard to get a good night's sleep around here.

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I would ask them what they needed, and how I could help. We have to do what we can to help other people out, or else no one will help us out when we are in trouble, you know? Maybe I'd offer them one of my power bars... Because they're hungry, right? Isn't that what disheveled means?

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I immediately text Will and Mary to see where they are. Once I know for certain they are safe or being taken care of, I would check in with my friends and whatever faculty is nearby. They'll certainly have a good idea on what to do next. If there's a disagreement... I'm not leaving anyone behind to deal with an intruder without backup, you know?

[Tackytaff]

M A K E N N A C L O U T I E R - L E E D S
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^{_{"Call it obsessive... I consider myself thorough."}}

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ It was only eight months ago that Makenna was on top of the world: Attending an Ivy League school on full scholarship, engaged to the love of her life, and free of her less than respectable roots. Until the night of her bachelorette party, planned specifically the same time as her 21st birthday. Her friends had taken her for a night out in New Haven, eventually landing in a karaoke bar. During a particularly passionate rendition of Whitney Huston, Makenna's meta-gene decided to make itself known. The result was a lawsuit from the bar, suspension of her scholarship, indefinite postponement of the wedding, and annexation from both her new friends and southern family. As each and every door she'd managed to pry open slammed shut, an opportunity came from the most unexpected of places. Makenna's mother, a woman she had no memory of on account of her running out before her daughter's second birthday. Jaida Leeds was a notable H.E.L.P.-affiliated Hyperhuman, and met Makenna's father while helping the state police in southern Louisiana track an especially dangerous hyperhuman during the early 2000's. The whirlwind romance and resulting child were not enough to keep a career-minded woman such as Jaida in a town like Lafayette. Makenna first balked at the idea of accepting and sort of aid from her estranged mother, but as the life she'd so carefully built for herself continued to crumble, she eventually packed her things and moved to enroll PRCU to make what she could of what was left. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || V O C A L P R O J E C T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||EXPULSIVE Makenna has inhuman range, strength, and control of her voice. Her abilities allow her to create nearly any sound at any pitch or volume; ranging from those inaudible to humans, to voice mimicry, to intense sonic blasts strong enough to create a resulting kinetic force. L I M I T A T I O N S ||T B D For all her precision at normal vocal ranges, when using a powered 'sonic scream' as labeled in her student file she lacks any real control. On more than one occasion she has failed to produce the desired effect at all. Her mother and intake counselor quickly determined most of these shortcomings stem from Makenna's own nerves and reluctance to use her abilities at all. W E A K N E S S E S ||T B D The voice is Makenna's powerhouse, and easily limited. She has the potential to become completely nullified with a simple gag, or if her opponent has the forethought to wear a decent pair of earmuffs. Her own ears have no natural protection, so she always travels with multiple sets of earplugs to prevent damage. ▅ S K I L L S & T A L E N T S ▅ S K I L L S & T A L E N T S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ S K I L L || Affable Moving from her lowly beginnings in the rural south to the upper echelons of Ivy League society has taught Makenna a lot of things about people. Most importantly how to fake it until it becomes real. She can wear nearly as many faces as she can voices, and while she prefers to play the part of the charming, proper lady of pedigree she can slip back into natural vernacular and behavior of her old life if the situation calls for it. T A L E N T || Erudite Makenna would call it a result of will and determination rather than innate talent, but there's no arguing that from an early she had a Midas touch. In each activity she joined in; from toddlers ballet to student council president, she didn't only thrive, but excelled. There was no magic involved of course, just an ungodly amount of effort. Every ounce of spare time Makenna has is spent studying, training, working, strategically socializing, or prepping for any of the four. As remarkable as her fastidiousness is, it can also be frightening, and calls to question how long she can feasibly keep it up. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Her phone, plugged in its appropriate place on a desk on the far side of her room. Makenna is up before the third note chimes. Another busy day ahead, and she doesn't have the time to dawdle. The morning routine that typically began for her at 5:30am was a well-enough practiced dance that the hour-early start made little difference. The night before she had portioned the ingredients for her smoothie, packed a gym bag, and picked her clothes. Her usually trip to the gym and workout routine had a notable extra pep in them. Makenna herself could hardly tell whether it was due to nerves or excitement. Carson was making the long-awaited journey across the entire continent to visit. The first one since Makenna's arrival. Everything would have to be perfect.

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Makenna kept her head down and muttered something barely audible about not having change. Her pace didn't quicken, nor did it slow to heed the stranger either. Just to be sure, she checked her phone that not a minute of her precious schedule was set askew. For a time, she listened to ensure that no footsteps followed her own, but never fully turned to check. The interaction would be completely forgotten before the end of the day.

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Makenna is one of the first on their feet, and encourages others to follow as she makes her way out the classroom door. At the choke points she coordinates and calms crowds into orderly lines to prevent congestion before it can properly begin.

"Lines, alphabetically, in your houses!" Her amplified voice booms over the rancorous students gathered outside the school. She looks for a professor or administrator to turn over to for instruction, but finding none continues to order the students until a sense of order is resorted.

[Hound55]

B A N J O
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^{_{"Because I'm a teenager, not a supervillain. ...although I guess I do see where you could find hormones and puberty working to blur those lines."}}

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It happened again. He couldn't see his hands, but felt it all pressed around him once more.

He was in 'The Box'. His heart rate quickened, panic started to set in. He punched it as it closed in around him, where it constricted, knowing it would have no effect just as it never had before, because he always would.

The incessant need to break free of the indomitable constriction. It wouldn't be enough.

Fightng his own rules, he drew deep. He never used them inside, least of all in a place as confined as this, and his black hand struck with perfect focus on a precise point in front of him.

Then less focus, less precise. Then repeated banging, begging for an inch more. Just some more space todraw from. Breath. Power. Life. Anything. He screamed and was slapping the sides. He screamed as the last of the oxygen from the box was drawn and gasped...

With a gasp he found himself awake. He was panting. The nightmare again. The same damn one. It wasn't every night and somehow that made it worse. Because sometimes the dread of sleep would be justified, and other times not.

He checked the bed and the only place it was damp was around his upper body. Just sweat. Thank God.

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"Whaddaya want? Whaddaya need?" Replied the equally dishevelled teen.

Curiosity won out and it wasn't even a particularly tough battle, for the teenager who too often thinks himself bulletproof - even if only figuratively.

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The claxons sounded, warning of impending danger.

Banjo acted warily, not wanting a wrong move to put himself in a precarious situation, he ignored the school's efforts to maintain order, and instead looked to find out more about the danger out of his own individual sense of self-preservation.

However paradoxical seeking out the danger for his own safety, seemed to be.

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When not using his hyperhuman powers he is a dishevelled looking lean, but average looking teenage caucasian male with brown hair and blue eyes.

He wears his proper school uniform to the letter of the regulations, but in a rough, untidy state. He's also taken to adorning the uniform's dress peak cap in combination with the regular uniform before school hours and as soon as the clock ticks 1601 - because he's found it irritates certain members of the faculty.

When using his power he appears as jet black, due to not reflecting any light as he is absorbing it at the time. He is surrounded by an aurora corona - the effect of surrounding light bending around his person to be absorbed.

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Sorely lacking stable consistent parental figures and because he was bounced around so much to different boarding schools irrespective of his behaviour, he's prone to misbehaving and pressing boundaries. He has a strong antiauthoritarian streak and enjoys little more than talking his way out of trouble - as such he's found comfort in law and is presently considering the legal profession in his higher education.

Not opposed to provoking people just for provocation's sake. Will get himself into trouble purely because he enjoys seeing if he can extricate himself from it.

Can be abrasive. Will be abrasive. By anyone's definition IS abrasive. But that's all part of the charm...

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Banjo is capable of picking simple locks. Don't ask. It's a boarding school skill.

...which isn't uncommon for people who have spent as many hours in detention as he has.

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Banjo is adept at talking his way out of trouble, or producing mitigating circumstances as well as finding technical loopholes that allow his behaviour or at least cast it in the "grey" area.

He'd been called a #*$&% for a long time. Little did he know he's ACTUALLY been a naturally talented lawyer for years.

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ A Brief Timeline of Events ◆ 2004 Trace was born to Thomas Franklin David Whitlock and Pari Anand Whitlock, their 5th child and only daughter. The family existed firmly in the working class. All crammed together in their three-bedroom flat in Sutton. Both parents worked to provide for their children. ◆ 2007 Pari passed away from late stage bone cancer. Their oldest son (Thomas II) had just finished secondary school, and so he took a job to help pay for the apartment. ◆ 2009 Trace started Primary School. The second oldest son, (Timothy) got a job while Thomas II moved out with a girl he met at an Aldi's. ◆ 2015 Trace started Secondary school. Timothy moved out, having been promoted to manager at Eataly Europe. Trace was given a solo room since they were the "only girl." ◆ 2016 Trace ascended to the Queen Bee position of the mean girls clique in secondary school, ousting Charlene Pratts. They also started participating in football. Thomas II and Bridgette had their first child, a boy named Gregory. ◆ 2017 Trace got to attend football camp, fully paid for by the school as it they quickly became the star of their team. Their grades were meh. The third eldest son, Terrence, got into University without much issue. ◆ 2019 Bethany Sevier of the Sutton Lions, an all-female football team, ended in hospital after hotshot first-string kicker, Trace Whitlow transformed into a multi-armed creature and attacked their teammates in fear. Thomas Whitlow I pulled some strings to keep Trace out of criminal custody. Thomas II has a second son, Gordon. The fourth youngest son, Trevor, began to attend trade school. ◆ 2020Trace started work at Eataly Europe. Timothy pulled some strings to get them a job despite being hyper-human. They were an after-hours stocker. Trace came out as non-binary. Thomas II had a third child, Giselle, from someone that was not his wife. ◆ 2020-2022 Trace was a mediocre employee at Eataly. That being said, honing their hyperhuman ability led them to be the fastest stocker in South London. They also started partying, hard. Terrence moved out and Trevor takes the other room. Timothy married a woman from his gym. It was a shotgun wedding. ◆ 2023 Charlene Pratts started a fight with Trace in the middle of Eataly Europe, sending Trace into a pasta display. Onlookers described it as a sauce-coated nightmare of limbs. Charlene ended up in hospital with a broken arm. Her two cronies had a broken foot and broken jaw respectively. ◆ ALMOST THE PRESENT Terrence was jumped at university, Trevor was beaten outside of his apprenticeship, and Thomas II and Timothy were threatened along with their respective families. Trace was bailed out of jail by their dad. They then disappeared from London. ◆ ALMOST ALMOST THE PRESENT Charlene Pratt's car was found fully on fire with C**T sprayed into the concrete next to it. Thomas II divorced his wife and immediately married the mistress. ◆ THE PRESENT Trace starts at PRCU. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || ARM MANIFESTATION (HECATONCHEIRES) __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || DYNAMIC Trace is capable of spawning limbs out of the center of their back. Currently, they can spawn six in total. They are as long as Trace is and have the same marble hue as their skin. They have the same consistency as dense stones. They hit harder than flesh and bone, and each arm has the strength of a human at peak strength. They can also be combined into each other to make the power and size more exponential. Even going as far as creating one large arm capable of hitting like a truck. They run purely off of instinct, much like one would control their hands to hold something but not each individual finger unless they put that much effort into it. This is something that Trace can do, but not for a long period of time and not for all six. They can be destroyed, and it doesn't harm Trace. Trace's ability might have the potential to grow in the number of arms, the power they contain, or both. L I M I T A T I O N S || FINITE RESOURCE Like most esoteric users, Trace has a limited amount of power that they can pull from. They can only form six arms a day, and once those arms are destroyed they can't respawn them until the next day. They also can't make more than six or change their length/width/power without combining them. Once someone knows the quantity and quality of them, it doesn't change. There are no surprises with the manifestation of their power, just in how they use them. 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"Probably Terrence, my brotha, fuckin' his girlfriend--Tess. Because everyone in my fuckin' life has a 'T' name. I mean we're separated by a wall, but the flats in Sutton aren't known for their soundproofin'. Or any proofin' for that matter. If London had an earthquake, we'd already have our damn graves already dug. Anyway, unlike any otha horny boy, he doesn't wank off silently into a sock. The whole damn flat rattles. And my dad's bedroom is on the other side, and he snores louda than a construction site. So, it's up to me to silence this fuck around." They chuckle and run a hand through their colorless hair.

"I usually run into Trevor on the couch. We usually share an eye roll or two. I then would pound on the door, tellin' them to stop chokin' the cats. Tess usually says something that a dumb c--un--nk would say like: 'You're just jealous.' Yeah, like I would be jealous of some bitch fuckin' my brother. It's not Game of Thrones, here. And if that don't get 'em, I just turn up the thermostat. No one wants a slip 'n slide for a bed." They point at you, gliding the tip of their finger from your toes to the top of your head. "Yeah, you stopped writin' a while back ago. Can't blame you. My storytellin' skills are top-notch." They wink.

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"I give 'em a pound or two." They shrug. Considering how much they've spoken if asked about anything makes this short sentence seem weird to you. So, you inquire further. "Look, when you are lady presentin', and a stranger comes up to you askin' for help you just give 'em what you got and get the fuck out of there. They like to square their shoulders and lift their chins up, tryin' to spook yah into believin' that they will hurt you if you don't help. And if you don't, the nicest thing they'll do will be to call you a cunn-k and spit on you. The worst will be chasin' you down a dark alley and... you know. I like my organs on the inside."

They exhale, their bravado washing back onto their face. A smirk lights their red-painted lips. "That bein' said, and if this off the record, I'd fuck 'em up. I can, now, you know? Predators need an ass beatin' or two. Show 'em what it's like to beggin' for mercy on the ground." They lift up their hands, remember who they're talking to. "But, uh, just give 'em a couple of pounds. Then you don't have to do shit."

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"Look, I've already dug myself a grave here, so why not go out with a bang? I mean... with these answers. With the intrudas, I'd just use that time to hop out the window and have a smoke off campus. It's stressful bein' cramped up with all these..." they flatten their hand and shake it in the air as if they have no polite word for it, "...wankers.

"Would I be caught? Probably. Would I cave durin' interrogation? Maybe. Just matters how they decide to torture me, you know? I can put up with a lot of real shit music. My brothas back home absolutely loved that screamin' shit. That bein' said if they decided to crank up some Taylor Swift I'd be out.

"Don't get me wrong, it isn't because I dislike her music. It's just because they could do betta, you know? Play some out of tune garbage. Play those tones that make you wanna throw up. Don't play sad, rich, white girl music. It just tells me your heart ain't innit. I'll be puttin' us both out of our misery with givin' up the secrets." They shrug. "Which are none, because you wankers tells me nothin'."

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Trevor Nathaniel Musgrave _________________________________________________________ March5th 2002 | 19 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Kansas City | Missouri | United States of America ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Athletic ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Redhead ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 6'-3" ◼ W E I G H T || 190 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Fair - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The only thing worse in his mind than people who do evil deeds are those with the power to stop them and do nothing. Evil can only persist when good people stand aside to let it pass right by them. The knowledge he has the ability and the will to change the world around him for the better drives him forward to seize his goals. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The fire in his soul never died even after he hung up the metaphorical cape, he just plans to filter it through the proper legal channels. Being able to call for back up or at least having some better equipment would be a better alternative to his old modus operandi. Trevor has set his sights on H.E.R.O. and he'll settle for nothing less. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► As driven and intense as he can be, it surprises many people to learn that he also has a passion for something quiet and gentle; gardening. Growing up in the city he never got to see that much greenery so being able to bring it into the apartment was no small comfort. Flowers, herbs, succulents, ferns, a vine or two, and even mushrooms that one time just to see if he could. The care and maintenance of all these living things brought him peace. He's also a big softie when it comes to animals. Cats, dogs, birds, even rats, any kind of critter really. He's the type to know all the alley cats and have names for each and every one. - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Musgrave, Trevor Nathaniel Trevor grew up the middle child between an older sister and a younger stepsister. His dad and step mom loved him but often left him to his own devices between caring for his young step sister and supporting his older sister's gymnastics dreams. After school he often came home to his older sister at practice, his dad at work paying the bills, and stepmom busy with his stepsister. There was little time when anyone had their eye on him so it wasn't hard for him to make excuses and hand wave away difficult questions about where he had been as long as he kept his grades up. Trevor discovered his Hyperhuman status after being ambushed by a mugger on his way home from the store. He dodged the first swing of the crowbar by a hair and tried to grapple with the stronger man for the weapon. He was quickly losing the battle, but that didn't matter as the metal bar crumbled into nothing only to be replaced by two hands cut off just above the wrists. The attacker fled the scene after realizing what he was holding and Trevor nearly followed suit in the opposite direction until he looked down. His own hands were now replaced with solid metal in the shape of his severed hands. It took a long minute to put the pieces together in his mind and realize what had happened. It took several more minutes to figure out how to activate this ability on purpose and reattach his hands. He sprinted all the way home and barely slept at all the rest of the night. Worst of all the events that replayed in his mind was how easily the metal hands had moved just like flesh and bone. Of course he didn't tell anyone about this discovery. He did his best to pretend it didn't happen for awhile until he saw the news story about a local Hyperhuman vigilante being caught by the police. His knee jerk reaction was anger. Why would they arrest someone who was just trying to help people? If someone has the ability to stop people from hurting others, why is it wrong for them to do so? Then it hit him. He was someone with abilities that could help people, so why wasn't he using them? He practiced with his new abilities over the next few weeks and going after bigger and bigger criminals starting at purse snatchers and working up to drug gangs. Naturally, his antics started to draw the attention of local police who received numerous calls about a metal man seen attacking people on the street and breaking into homes. At first it was believed there was a Hyperhuman criminal on the loose, but very quickly law enforcement realized they were dealing with a vigilante when the home invasions always happened at drug dens and the random attacks on the street resulted in the victims zip tied to lamp posts with a note taped to their back explaining what nefarious act they had been up to. Everything was working out perfectly for Trevor until he encountered another hype on the wrong side of the law, but one much less altruistic than himself and with the ability of almost apocalyptic strength. Trevor had gotten good enough at this point to make himself bullet proof but there's not much bullet proof skin does when getting hit by a truck head on. He still put up a decent fight at first but soon realized just how in over his head he was and ran. It was then he realized how close he had come to dying and it pained him to think his family would have to find out he died from a knock at the door. As much as he wanted to continue being a vigilante, he saw there was only so much he could do on his own and decided to reveal himself to his family and subsequently reach out to P.R.C.U. His family swore to keep his secret although he suspects they only did so to prevent the shame of having a Hyperhuman vigilante in their midst from falling on them. Of course he neglected to mention his status as an ex-vigilante in the application. Something in the back of his mind told him mentioning his "prior experience" wouldn't go so well. ▅A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || M A T T E R E X C H A N G E __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || FUNDAMENTAL Description Trevor's ability allows him to project a pair of highly localized fields of HZE ions that impose mass quantum entanglement on matter they come into contact with. The strength of these fields is sufficient to direct the probability of all affected particles into collapsing within the framework of matter in the opposite HZE ion field. It's like he's running the double slit experiment as a double headed coin toss. While technically a form of teleportation, it does not function in the traditional sense. Instead of teleporting himself or objects across a distance, Trevor becomes a conduit for one group of atoms to trade places with another group. For example, he could pick up a soda can while touching a piece of cement and cause a piece of aluminum to integrate seamlessly into the sidewalk while being left holding a chunk of cement where the can had been. Or perhaps he could take a metal pipe, touch a wooden door, and suddenly have a wooden tube in one hand as he looks at a hunk of metal embedded in the door like it had been placed there the day that door was made. Strangest of all, his ability interacts curiously with living biological matter. Trevor has the ability to exchange matter from his own body or the bodies of other living things with inorganic material and have that material integrate seamlessly and even move similar to how the living tissue would regardless of the new material's original properties. Steel skin bends and stretches when poked or pressed but causes baseball bats to shatter against it and cement limbs flex at the joints without added stiffness or resistance while dulling knives that slash at them. L I M I T A T I O N S Complexity, Mass, 1-1 Exchange The biggest limits to Trevor's ability are the complexity of the material(s) he's affecting and the amount of material with regard to mass. Objects with more mass are more difficult to transfer and the complexity of the material is also a hurdle. A cast iron pan presents little trouble but a smart phone might take him several minutes to an hour. But several dozen cast iron pans might overwhelm him if he tried to transfer them one right after the other. He's also limited in that he can only exchange exactly equal amounts of material in relation to volume and cannot create new shapes. If he exchanged a doorknob for a piece of brick wall, there would be a piece of doorknob shapped brick where the knob was and a new piece of doorknob shapped metal inside the brick or visa versa. W E A K N E S S E S Exchange Mistakes, Cannot Create New Shapes, Storage Trevor's matter exchanges aren't always exact, 100% accurate transfers. Sometimes he makes slight mistakes if he goes too fast or back and forth too many times. For example, switching the same cinder block for parts of himself over and over can cause him to accidentally leave bits of himself in the cinder block and or bits of cinder block inside him. This was something he had to work on minimizing after he noticed flecks of stainless steel in his skin here and there and a streak of wood where part of his scalp should be. Speaking of which, it's no trouble for him to switch inorganic materials but things get a bit messy with living tissue. Whenever he makes an exchange that living tissue doesn't just evaporate, it has to go somewhere just like any other type of matter. If he wants to give himself iron skin, all that meat has to go somewhere. Back home he had a special ice cooler he could put his parts in whenever he left for a night on the town, but if someone catches him with his pants down, he has to find the parts of himself he ditched after the fight. Trevor also can't make new shapes. If someone lopped off his metal hand and he couldn't find that one or the original meat hand, he'd have to go home and make himself a new hand without the aid of his ability and exchange it to a material he liked. If he loses his original hand, he'd be stuck with whatever hand material he can exchange into... that is unless he were to take someone else's hand but that's a line he wouldn't cross. And of course he's still human and has human limits. Getting enough material to completely encase his body is a multi hour affair and by the end of it he would be exhausted. Any sort of riot control gas, or hitting him where he doesn't have protection would be more than enough to hider or stop him altogether. Plus, he's not armored up 24/7 so anyone getting the drop on Trevor would find him almost as vulnerable as any regular human. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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"Back home it would usually be the alley cats fighting outside the window or my step sister when she had a nightmare. Unfortunately for me, my room is closer than her mom's. Also unfortunately for me, she's adorable and six so of course I can't say no to her. She'll settle down after I poke around in the closet with a Walmart lightsaber a little bit to scare the monsters away."

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"Depends. If they approach me when no one else is around that's a no go. Someone who's really begging for money would approach multiple people at once if they can or beg in a place with many people in plain view to help increase the chance of someone passing by willing to give them money. Anyone begging a stranger in an empty parking lot is approaching a mark or doing their best impression of a mugger if they aren't."

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"Honestly? Let the people who get paid to deal with that handle things. I figured out I was a hype less than a year ago, you think I'm gonna try and throw down with a heavy weight who can break into a place like this? No thanks, I'll let the proper authorities deal with Ol' Johnny Laser Fingers."

[Zoldyck]

Katja Kruger
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^{_{"Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask a lady about her weight?"}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Katja Kruger _________________________________________________________ March20,2004 | 19 | Afrikaner _________________________________________________________ Single | ♀ Female | Bisexual _________________________________________________________ Bloemfontein | Vrijstaat | South Africa ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Muscular ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Blonde ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 6’3" ◼ W E I G H T || 220 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Caucasian - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Katja’s primary motivation is to learn about her powers and if possible develop them further. The prospect of openly using her abilities excites her a lot, because ever since her Hypeabilities manifested she’s had to hide suppress them so as to not attract too much attention to her or her remaining family. This also leads to the second motivation, as she wants to give her uncle and sister some freedom from the prying and judgemental eyes of the people of High Point. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Katja’s life goal is to make sure no Hyperhuman has to ever again fear persecution for being born with the Hype gene. While some might consider this wishful thinking, it’s something Katja has been determined to achieve ever since she lost her parents. Besides this lofty goal she also has some more, less grand, goals. The primary one is to finally make some friends that are around her age. Living with her Uncle in a community fairly isolated from Hyperhumans, Katja was mostly shunned by the other kids. So the prospect of friends her age excites her greatly. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Usually Katja’s South African accent is barely noticeable, but when she gets excited it really shines through. Sometimes she’ll even yell out stuff in Afrikaans. ►Struggling a bit with trauma, Katja has developed some tics that become noticeable when she’s nervous or under other sorts of stress. The most notable tics are her chewing on the inside of her cheeks or her biting on her hand. ►Katja loves all sorts of sports. She used to play soccer before her powers became obvious to her team, after which she was kicked out. After team sports were ruled out Katja became what you could call a gym rat. She’s an avid fan of the Springboks, Real Madrid, the Buffalo Bills and Badr Hari. ►While not musically gifted herself, Katja loves hard rock and metal. She has a particular soft spot for the 70s and 80s variants of these genres. ►Colorcode: ff7514 - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Hailing from Bloemfontein, South Africa, Katja Kruger was the second born of two Hyperhuman parents. While not exorbitantly rich, her family was still reasonably wealthy by South African standards. Katja can’t recall a whole lot about her time in South Africa before the riots, but she remembers being happy and never left wanting. This however changed during the Hyperriots of 2010. Following a massive corruption scandal which left millions destitute, the government tried to shift the blame towards the Hyperhumans. What followed was several weeks of riots, culminating in the Bloemfontein Massacre. Chanting “Kill the Hypie”, thousands of mundane humans went to the streets and killed whichever Hyperhuman, real or suspected, they could find, even going so far as to break into homes of known Hyperhumans. This is exactly what happened to the Kruger family. Katja watched in horror as her parents were killed in front of her. Her sister would get badly crippled as she was left for dead by the attackers, never able to walk again. Katja was only spared because her sister managed to hide her away in time. Saved by their uncle and with the aid of H.E.L.P., the Kruger siblings would move with him away from South Africa to High Point, NC in the United States. While the States wasn’t much better than South Africa when it came to Hyperhuman persecution, it was at least safer than waiting for another possible riot. Here the Hyperhuman status of the Krugers was kept under wraps for a little while, as Katja’s uncle wasn’t a Hyperhuman while her sister’s Hype-gene either never triggered or the ability was barely noticeable. This all changed when Katja would get a physical exam at high school. While looking perfectly average, perhaps a bit taller and beefier than most, she somehow still weighed in at 400 lbs. It turned out that something as mundane as her excitement for an upcoming high school soccer game later that day had triggered her Hype-gene. While it was requested to keep the information underwraps, rumors did eventually come out. And whether they were true or not, Katja’s social life in High Point was over. Despite the newfound adversity and discrimination Katja persevered through high school. Passing with middling grades and with no real social connections, her academic future looked very grim. That is, until her uncle used his contacts within H.E.L.P. to ask for a possible application to PRCU. Katja was ecstatic when she heard about this. Seeing it as her one shot at an academic education, but more importantly a return to acceptance from peer students, she would eagerly take the opportunity if it arrived with both hands. ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Coming in at 6’3, saying that Katja stands out amongst a crowd would be an understatement. Not just is she very tall for a girl, she also sports a very strong and muscular body. While her physical presence and intense blue eyes might be intimidating to some, her joyful demeanor and energetic smile almost always manages to disarm anyone who’s anxious about her. Her light blonde hair reaches down to just below her shoulder blades if she has it hanging loosely, which she rarely does as it’s usually tied in a ponytail or a bun. Usually when Katja isn’t in uniform she wears clothes that emphasize her physique, like sleeveless tops, short sleeved shirts, shorts or short skirts. Often these clothes are from sports brands like Adidas and Nike. Katja does sometimes like to wear cargo pants and hoodies though. In terms of footwear she either wears sneakers or heavy duty boots. While her body is mostly free from blemishes, she does have a scar on her right hand in the form of teeth marks. ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Outgoing and impulsive, Katja is a ball of positive energy wherever she goes. Her lack of people skills is on full display as she doesn’t have any sense of personal space. She is very optimistic, to the point of naivety according to some. Katja is very protective of those she cares about, be they friends or family, and also has a weak spot for the weak and outcasts of society. Overall Katja is a happy go lucky kind of gal, always looking for the positive side of things and looking to have a fun time. Having said that, she can be quite temperamental, especially when she considers herself or any loved ones slighted. If the slight is judged extreme enough Katja might hold a grudge for the rest of her life. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||Density Manipulation __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||Dynamic The HZE ions in Katja’s body are able to convert themselves into particles which bind themselves with the already existing particles in Katjas cells or consume said particles. This has the result that her density of substance can basically be increased or decreased at will. In practical terms this means that Katja can change her mass and resilience. This might give some the impression that she has super strength because she can hit like a truck. But that’s not necessarily true, it’s just that she weighs as much as a truck, so you might as well be hit by a literal truck. The increased density also makes her flesh, organs and bones more resilient. If she for instance takes on the density of Iron, her body becomes as resilient as Iron. This increased toughness makes her not just able to receive more blows to herself, it also means that she can actually keep up with her own mass. She’s often imagined what’d happen if she suddenly became as heavy as a car yet her bones would refuse to change. Needless to say, it wouldn’t be a pretty picture. Katja’s sister likened her to a battletank; Heavy, can take a punch and can dish out a load of hurt. L I M I T A T I O N S ||Velocity, Consumption, Training Luckily for Katja her abilities seem to be an all or nothing kind of deal. Whenever she uses her Hyperhuman powers it gets applied to her entire body. So this means she isn’t able to for example increase the density of her knuckles to cheat at a boxing event or something like that. Having her entire body basically consume her hazies does mean that it’s quite an exhausting power to trigger and so she is unable to quickly switch between different density properties. Usually she sticks to just one unless the situation immediately demands a change (with a glass floor for instance). The rapid consumption of hazies also gives her quite an appetite. And to emphasize an earlier point; While her power might look from the outside as superstrength, given how she could punch cars away, she can not pick said cars up or lift them above her head. She has to be able to generate force behind her mass in order for it to have any effect. Fluids that leave her body, be they saliva, sweat, blood or whatever, revert back to their mundane state. So there won’t be any spit flying around with the mass of tungsten any time soon. At the time of writing the maximum density that Katja can achieve is the equivalent of Iron, or 7 times the particle density of the regular human body and able to hold that continuously for 15 minutes. Increasing her maximum density as well as the longevity of her ability is like training any muscle in the human body. It takes lots of repeated practice and use to increase. W E A K N E S S E S ||Elements, Containment Besides the 15 minute time cap that she’s currently at, there’s not a whole lot to specifically mention. While the higher density might make her more resilient, she doesn’t become damage proof. At her current level a regular 9mm might barely penetrate her skin at her current max, but bigger calibers should still do the trick. The added resilience doesn’t do anything against fire, electricity or the like. Being able to manipulate your mass also doesn’t help a lot when you’re restrained, be it by being buried under rubble or tied to a chair. Here the difference with super strength again becomes apparent as, once again, Katja needs to be able to exert some force on her mass in order for it to achieve something, else she might as well be a really heavy rock. ▅ S K I L L S & T A L E N T S ▅ S K I L L S & T A L E N T S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ S K I L L ||Kickboxing After being kicked from the high school soccer team, and any other team for that matter, Katja was left to practice in solo sports. She eventually ended up with kickboxing, specifically because one of her idols practiced it too. She’s quite good at it and it’s become the foundation of her fighting style. S K I L L || Cooking Katja is an excellent cook. As both her power and her training regimen require her to be well fed she has learned how to cook both nutritional as well as delicious meals. T A L E N T ||Sports From a young age Katja always seemed to be able to pick up and participate in any sport, even if she’d only learned the rules 5 minutes prior. 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Katja’s smile faltered as she heard the interviewer ask this question. It took a moment for her to respond as she mulled over the answer, nervously chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Well, that’s one way to kill the mood.” she said with a nervous chuckle. She looked up at the interviewer, biting her lip as to contain some of the pain she felt in having to formulate her answer. “Nightmares” she answered.

Every night, for as long as she can remember, Katja has dreamt about the day she saw her parents get killed. Everytime it is the exact same dream, with the exact same people, in the exact same room. She can see her father, gurgling on the floor as he was drawing in his own blood. Her mother’s lifeless body on the bed, her head caved in by a brick. And then her sister, who’s back was contorted in an unnatural way. And then Katja is there, as a small child hidden in the closet, biting her hand as hard as she can so as to not make any noise while tears stream down her cheeks.

A sad smirk formed on her lips. “I know you probably hear this a lot more but, yeah…” she said with a resigned sigh, “it’s nightmares.”

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”I’d help them of course!” Katja blurted out, almost upset at the notion that helping someone in need would be something to question. “Anyone who asks for help should be given it, especially by those who have the means to provide it! If it’s within my means to help this person, then why shouldn’t I offer to do so!?” Katja took a few seconds to calm down and clear her thoughts before she continued. “Of course, it does depend on what he asks of me. I’m not about to go help him on a quest for bloody vengeance or something like that.” she said with a chuckle.

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”So… ” Katja started off before leaving a few second long pause in her answer as a light shone in her eyes, “I would like to say that I’d follow the rules and go to whatever gathering point students are supposed to go…” again leaving a few seconds of pause. “But that’d be a lie.” Katja’s lips formed a sheepish smile. “Most likely I’d try to find out who or what caused the alarm to trigger, I’m kind of innately curious after all.” Realizing the incriminating nature of what she just admitted to, Katja quickly raised her hands up as if to profess innocence. “But I would run away at the first sign of trouble, I swear!”

[Hillan]

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His bedroom remained quiet, normal, mundane even. It was clean enough and cool to boot, the window slightly opened as he enjoyed the coolness of the September breeze. Yet if there had been a visitor in his bedroom they would've been terrified at the scene coming from the bed as there the comforter was hovering a good two feet above the mattress. Axel himself snuggled, would soon open his eyes as he felt the cold draft from the window under him. Opening his eyes slightly, he would grumble and turn over, folding his blanked around him and falling back asleep.

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Axel would ask what the matter was and then lend whatever aid he could. Quick to bend the rules to get help someone in need, which is how Axel would up with his multiple instances of illegal use of his powers, rescuing cats from trees or falling construction workers has become a regular past time.

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He would do his best to follow protocol and make sure to stay alert. Following orders of those who know better than him, a stark contrast to his civilian life where he was quite anti-authority. If campus faced a threat, he would sooner be brave than smart.

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It's the same damn dream again.

She is standing on a beach. She is not sure where the beach is, but she has seen it before. She can hear footsteps on the sand. She turns to look but sees no one. She turns back and is face-to-face with a black shadow. The shadow takes on various forms in these dreams. This time, it is a man. One of the many who raised a fist at her. His eyes are vacant and soulless. His ears have blood running down them. His neck is twisted at an unfortunate angle. He opens his mouth and has no tongue.

But he screams. And she screams.

And she is awake. Covered in sweat she looks around. She is safe. Or as safe as one can be.

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Harlowe is wary. She doesn't trust strangers on a good day, but being that she is a Black girl in America, she is doubly distrusting. Though she knows how to take care of herself. She will speak to the person and see what they want. If she can help, great. If not, she can at least point them in the right direction. This is the type of person she wants to help, after all.

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Harlowe fights her gut instinct to lower the volume of the alarm. It is sounding for a reason. She does not panic, rather she will go and see if anyone else needs help. This could be for a number of reasons and it would serve no one to cause panic if it is not warranted.

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Most of Sierra's life before the age of five was fairly standard, all things considered. She was a normal child, who did normal things. She was smart, sure, but she wasn't abnormally so for her age. She slept, ate, socialized and went to school just like many of her other friends. Life changed when her latent Hype=gene became not so latent. The results weren't immediately apparent, instead her abilities manifested a day or so later when she needed to the bathroom but didn't want to miss out on cake at a friend's birthday party. Life was... well, never quite the same after that. This first use of her abilities resulted in quite a madhouse at first, with her family not knowing quite what to do with her and her being a terrified, traumatized mess of a little girl who suddenly lost her entire friend group in the span of an afternoon. Eventually though, life fell into a sort of rhythm. She was, and always had been an only child in a fairly well off family. She went to school again, this time her mother placing her in an boarding school while she also was home doing a variety of other activities from reading to horse riding. Life was eventful, and exhausting for her family, ultimately resulting in a divorce between her mother and father that she tries her hardest not to blame herself for. Life was suddenly just too weird and too stressful. It's been years now, and she has worked through the feelings of grief and self blame for the most part, and has come to accept her parent's choice. She bounced between the families for a while initially- mostly as a result of law. She tried stay at both their homes at once, but found that this often worsened the situation as it was her power that had caused the rift in her previously happy family. She took up quieter, smaller, and much less expensive hobbies for a time, with her now being close to fourteen years old, in an effort to not make her situation worse. The day she turned fifteen, she joined the workforce- lying through her teeth to find any and every possible job that would take her early so she could earn some extra cash to fund her immense and ever growing list of interests without driving a greater rift between herself and her parents. Working many jobs, and often, resulted in other more work related hobbies such as starting a small time law and garden care business in her neighborhood. This was her first introduction to gardening, and more importantly, finances. Naturally, she dove head first in to satisfy her ever prying mind. Day and night, rain or shine- often earning the nickname "Miracle Girl" for her seemingly incredible work ethic and regular use of miracle grow. Turning sixteen only broadened her horizons further, and since she did not have space in her driveway for more than a few cars she often found herself carpooling or ubering with herself to various jobs- oftentimes playing it off as a case of twins or triplets if anyone happened to notice that she was dropping herself off at work. Her resume was beginning to seem more like a laundry list than an actual resume at this point, and that's when big brother started catching up with her. Now, here she is, a 17 year old girl ready to take on the academy... and anything it can throw at her. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||A R M Y O F O N E __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||SOMATIC Sierra has the ability to clone herself to an unprecedented degree and is able to split and re-merge at a rapid pace similar to mitosis. Each version of Sierra operates independently, but harbors a rudimentary hive mind that allows clones to send directives to one another. Each clone is indistinguishable from the others. This allows Sierra to do multiple tasks simultaneously, act as one unit despite having multiple bodies, and to cover large areas at once with no difficulty. Sierra has no original or main copy, and killing or injuring one single copy does not harm or impede other copies. If one copy is dismembered, sick, or poisoned, but still alive, it can recombine with another copy without issue. A copy that is killed or dies cannot be recombined, and acts like a regular corpse. Because of this, while individual copies of her can be drugged or damaged in the grand scheme of things Sierra is technically immune to the effects of drugs, both medicinal and otherwise, and alcohol so long as another copy of her is present. In an event where Sierra is unable to locate or recombine with a copy, she can send a directive that removes its survival instincts, and the clone usually expires shortly after. L I M I T A T I O N S || REMOTE, PHYSICAL, RANGE Recombination requires physical touch. Sierra is limited to a maximum of sixty copies at a time, and can only produce sixty copies in a 24 hour period. An injured or impeded copy cannot duplicate itself. Cloned copies cannot share their memories remotely with one another, they must recombine to share anything other than basic directives. Sierra's body, blood, and organs are extremely similar, genetically, to a human's, but different significantly enough to disqualify her from organ or blood donation. Cloning only clones the body. Clothing not included. Because of this she almost exclusively clones herself in private. Sierra and all of her copies are completely sterile. All clones must be within a 100 mile distance of one another, otherwise losing their survival instincts and usually perish shortly after. She instinctually knows when she is approaching this threshold and maintains appropriate proximity from her other selves. Sierra does not have any advanced understanding of where or how her other clones are. She must recombine to inherit the information of a clones previous whereabouts. W E A K N E S S E S || ONLY UNITED, WE STAND All of Sierra's clones are completely human and aside from being clones and capable of cloning themselves have absolutely no standout features or traits. No super strength, no shitting lasers, no blood manipulation- nothin. They are as durable as normal people and are mostly canon fodder in any form of combat. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Me.

It’s always me, in some form. It’s a comfort, to be able to rely so wholly upon yourself. She was in my room now, drunk, and swaying like a leaf in a light breeze. She was smiley all over. A part of me wanted to ask her how the night out went, but as she lazily reached her arm up and forward to rest on my shoulder, and the vacant clothes fell to the floor, I felt her- my memories. The bar, the charming young man who had tried to woo me. The bite of the liquor followed by the warmth in my core. That part of me still yearned though. As if realising that it had no one left to ask.

I wanted so bad in that moment to have a friend drunkenly babble to me about her night. To feel the embrace of camaraderie and the joy of acceptance. Here I was, my very own house party if I wanted. And yet, I felt impossibly alone.

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”How can I help?"

She said it without even meaning to at first. It was all instinct. Maybe it was what her shrink was saying- the desire to be appreciated by adults in her life? Regardless, this strange man, frayed and thrown off by some sort of event that she hadn't been present for, was practically begging for her help. She probably couldn't fix whatever it was for them, but she could do... something. So she would. What she lacked in strength or size or power she made up for with raw, unadulterated talent and availability. She could be practically anywhere, do anything, all at once. She could help him. She would help him.

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She rolled over, more annoyed than scared. She hadn't felt proper fear in a long time now.

When there are dozens and dozens of you, things just... happen. Cities are dangerous placed by sheer probability alone. Being hit by a car for the first time had been scary- she hadn't known what had happen until some sort of unconscious directive was screaming in her mind 'help', 'hurt', 'scared'. When she had eventually found herself in the hospital and, well, fixed the situation, she realized that there was very little on this planet that could ever hurt her again. She wasn't invincible, far from it, but outside of a vendetta, almost nothing could take out all of her at once.

So now the fear was just... gone. Replaced with curiosity. She remained at her desk to continue her studies. Plato's Republic was particularly intriguing at the moment. Another of her rolled out of it and began getting dressed. While others filed for the exits, a few of herself among them, she began sticking her nose where it shouldn't belong.

After all, what was the real harm in it?

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Sierra has a squared, angular face, sharp jawline, and piercing eyes. Her eyes are vaguely almond-shaped and possess a icy blue color like her father. Dark hair and eyebrows frame her face, with her hair coming down to the middle of her back when let down. Her skin has a warm ivory tone to it, further committing to her fairly dark color palette, and is incredibly clear of any blemishes or scars aside from a few sun spot freckles here and there from her time in the sun. She is lean, but not skinny, although she doesn't possess a great deal of muscle mass or weight as she does not exercise much beyond jogging and yoga. It keeps her cardio up and figure right, but not much more than that. Her figure is not particularly curvy and so because she doesn't dress provocatively she is spared from sexualization at first glance. She has no piercings or tattoos.

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First and foremost, Sierra is an inherently curious individual with far too much energy for her own good. From a young age she could never sit still, which only worsened when her power manifested at the age of five. From then on, she would simply send copies of herself to school, while others would wreck havoc on the neighborhood, house, and home. Her years of experience and literal lifetimes of study have made her an expert in hundreds of skills from cooking to engineering, and yet despite this she carries herself with modesty and no shortage of humility. Her people skills are top notch, and she has found that she far prefers being quietly intelligent rather than a mouthy know it all. She abides by the rule of spreading knowledge wherever she goes, but speaking only when necessary.

Sierra, thus, is kind. She has reached the far end of the Dunning-Kruger curve and knows that even if she knows as much as she does, she still knows nothing. A firm believer that every person she'll ever meet knows something that she doesn't. Her excitement is infectious in nature, her antics and passion often swallowing other people up whole in her energy to do something. Everything she does, she goes with gusto, laughing a full bellied and unladylike laugh, smiling with all teeth, and moving with a flow that is both childishly passionate and wisely experienced, as if she is a master craftsman excitedly creating their magnum opus. This weird combination has often landed her with a few demeaning insults thrown her way about being ADHD or hyperactive. She can be a lot at times, especially to introverts, and has difficulty reigning her ever buzzing mind and energy in- especially when it is alight with many conversations at once. Some people are threatened by her intelligence, or skill set, and the child in her that just wants to be accepted aches with unease and desire to be liked- often resulting in her overcompensation (which therein usually results in her making things worse). She is still not quite sure how to deal with challenges like these, but if there is one thing that has been driven home in her life, it's that there's nothing she cant do if she sets her mind to it. After all... better busy than bored.

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Due to her power, Sierra is an extremely diversely skilled and well rounded individual. She has so much time during the day that her opportunity cost for doing things is far lower than most.

Media- Sierra is extremely well versed in all forms of media- movies, books, magazines, video games, comics, you name it and she has almost definitely seen it, read it, or played it and will understand the reference. She is also a massive history and sports buff. If you go up against her on trivia night, she is incredibly sorry for the massive ass whooping you are about to receive.

Languages- Sierra is proficient in reading and writing in eight languages to an advanced degree: English, French, Spanish, German, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, Russian, and Arabic. She is capable of reading dozens others to a fairly basic degree, and cannot speak them having found the other aforementioned languages more intuitive to her.

Music- Sierra is quite literally her own band, and she is capable of reading, writing, arranging, and performing with several instruments such as the keyboard, electric and acoustic guitar, bass, drums, all sorts of brass and wind instruments, and other stringed instruments. She is also a vocalist- being an alto, and while she's good she is not particularly show stopping or abnormally good.

Art- Sierra is an exceptionally well practiced artist with both pen and pencil as well as paintbrush. She regularly does paintings or sketches of various people, places, and things preferring to draw what she sees instead of what she imagines. Other forms of art she regularly partakes in as well, such as photography and dancing.

Cooking- Sierra is a master chef.

Chess- Chess, and other strategy games are some of Sierra's favorite pastimes. She regularly plays against herself and other people if they are willing to go up against her.

Technology- While not quite as common a skill for young women in her age bracket, Sierra's ever inquisitive brain has taken a liking to anything relating to computers and software. She can build computers, solder electronics, and code entire websites. She is certified for Microsoft Office, the Adobe suit, and is an excellent video editor. While she is not certified, she is extremely experienced in IT and often finds herself diagnosing and solving advanced and simple technical problems.

Well Studied- Years of reading has led Sierra to be extremely knowledgeable in a plethora of subjects such as biology, chemistry, anatomy, history, zoology, Astonomy, physics, pathology, psychology, among many other subjects. She is by no means certified and doesn't regard herself as a substitute for a licensed and practiced individual, but things come in handy here and there.

Naturalist- Years of curiosity has landed her in the wild and in some fairly compromising positions. She's fairly adept as an outdoorswoman. Years of camping, bird watching, hiking, fishing, and generally exploring has made her an excellent survivalist. She is very familiar with most species of animals and plants in all areas of the USA and knows all of the constellations and other celestial objects in the sky. In edition to this, she is also experienced with bow hunting- although she is far from an expert huntswoman.

List may be expanded.

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^{_{"It’s Lucas, okay? For when there’s leaks in my head."}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Lucas Emery Bray _________________________________________________________ May 5th, 2004 | 19 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Asexual _________________________________________________________ Toronto | Ontario | Canada ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Ectomorph ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-9" ◼ W E I G H T || 143 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Caucasian - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ He’s honestly just tired of being tired and wants to figure out how to fix that by learning how to either control his power or at least adapt to it a little more and maybe find somewhere he can fit in along the way now he’s lost several years, his friends, his certainties, and his ideas for the future to being Hyperhuman. He’s not really bitter, but he’s definitely floundering. Having structure in his life is a good thing right now. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Although his memories are vague and he’s still not certain if he didn’t just make them up, Lucas encountered several voices recorded throughout the city that shouldn’t have gone unheard and part of him hopes that not only will he be able to take control of his own life and power, but he’ll also be able to use it to help others and make those voices heard. Or at least stop there from being too many more making layers like dust swept under the rug. H.E.A.T. seems like the sort of push he needs to get there. He also wants to make new friends and live his life now he’s not quite as scared of everyday ordeals. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►Bilingual: he speaks French and English fluently. ►He carries a little stuffed stegosaurus with him pretty much everywhere he goes. It was a gift from his dad. ►He also keeps a perfectly ordinary prescription bottle in his bag. It’s empty, but the rattle it makes in his head is pretty good for shutting everything else out. ►There are too many secrets playing in his head that nobody cares about for him to maintain a proper filter and he’s as likely to expose a secret accidentally as he is to keep it. ►His smiles, until he shows his teeth, are almost always an apology of some sort. ►Eye movement when trying to find words for himself = towards the ceiling/sky, from the environment = towards the ground. Sideways is utter uncertainty. ►Lucas cannot drive, and probably never should. - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Lucas grew up in the Summerhill district of Old Toronto under the care of his single father after a succinct divorce. Despite the rocky circumstances of his entry into fatherhood, the man persevered and put in the work and his parents were always willing to lend a hand when he needed it, and Lucas grew up feeling loved and looking forward to the future. It can’t be said that his life was the most exciting, but with winters set aside for school, summers were for swimming and sailing and eating ice cream at the cottage they shared with a friend of his dad’s. And plenty of camping in the nearby national parks. It was a normal, pleasant life broken only by the few rough spots of occasional arguments and sports-induced injuries and the odd worse than average grade. Then, a few months after his 14th birthday, Lucas caught a football and suddenly couldn’t stand straight. The dizzy sensation of spinning uncontrollably unnerved him completely, but he didn’t know where it came from. He shrugged it off at first; maybe he just needed a drink more than he thought. But that wasn’t the end of it. Gradually, he started hearing and seeing things too, sometimes clearly and other times too faintly to make out. But he found himself answering questions he hadn’t been asked or feeling people nearby when there weren’t any. He managed to keep it… mostly under wraps until he failed that year with no real excuse save the truth. When he finally came clean, his dad was rather alarmed, and took him to a psychiatrist. The eventual diagnosis was paranoid schizophrenia. Unfortunately, the prescribed treatment didn’t work out as planned. Instead of helping, it interfered with the natural process of his emerging powers and the sudden influx of information made his brain shut down. He spent the next several years cycling through periods of being overstimulated and barely functioning to being mentally exhausted but coherent. Gradually, his father began to make the connection between location and coherency and heard enough repeated conversations from Lucas to realise what the actual trouble might be. So, he called his ex-wife to ask for her help. Although an inhibitor is only a temporary solution, it certainly helped. And at least they discovered the reason behind his difficulties. Unfortunately, Lucas wasn’t the only one having problems during this time, and within the month, he both celebrated gaining some control over his life and saw his dad collapse due to lung cancer. The man succumbed quickly, leaving him and his mother to navigate the ins and outs of life turned upside down. While his mother was willing to make things work if he wanted to take it slow and stay with her or with his grandparents, it was fairly obvious that she wasn’t used to being a mother and his grandparents were dealing with their own grief. So, they decided together that the best place for him was probably PRCU. Since he was too old for their collegiate program, he studied his ass off for a year and managed to pass his GED so he could enroll in H.E.A.T. without issue. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || P S Y C H O M E T R Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || PSIONIC Lucas can perceive the history of an object through proximity with it. This history can be anything from where it’s been and who or what interacted with it, to how it moved and what its purpose was. In Lucas’ case, object means any inanimate thing that has been shaped or made by humans. In general, foods don’t count, but some highly processed foods might. Also, while Lucas would call them memories, as they feel like active processes in his brain, the glimpses he gets of the past are more like recordings layered over each other. Similar acts make similar recordings meld together and become stronger, while the less repeated, less insistent activities get lost in the shuffle. They’re still there, every minute of every day since the object first became whole is caught up in its shape, they just aren’t as easy to tease out. Or, as Lucas reacts to each recording running through his mind, he might drag free the more unusual moments that something has to offer simply by unconsciously focusing on them. In a similar vein, external stimulus can prompt a shift in the sort of recordings being broadcasted. Climbing up stairs might bring up the memory of all the other feet that have weighed them down. And greetings are often echoed by a multitude of voices. L I M I T A T I O N S || D I S T A N C E , K N O W L E D G E , R E C O R D C L A R I T Y He has an average range of about 5’ with nearby objects; the smaller they are, the closer he has to be to them, usually. But memories can bleed together through walls or connected objects, and sometimes buildings, particularly large ones that see lots of activity, broadcast memories from up to 50’ away. For an object to transmit a recording to him, Lucas doesn’t need to be touching it, and he doesn’t choose whether or not it does, but the transmissions will remain mostly incoherent until he does touch the object. Once in contact with it, he has more control over what information he receives, but it’s mostly just a method of making things clearer and easier to understand or focus on (like tuning into a radio station). Every object tends to have something that it retains better than others. For instance, reflective materials can record images, not always clearly, but usually enough to at least create some play of light and shadow. Windows and mirrors are the best. Almost all objects collect sound, though walls do it especially well, and more porous materials can best retain scent. And cloth, clothing in particular for obvious reasons, absorbs a lot of emotional tells. None of them record taste, however. And the sense of touch is often relegated to recording the temperature and varying amounts of pressure, though some of the finer details of object interaction are preserved. It also does not come with any miraculous translating abilities, so while he can hear someone talking, if he doesn’t know the language, he’s not going to know what they’re saying. And while he can use more complex screens, the only reading he gets off them is a light aura around them. If he tried for anything more, he’d probably suffer the worst migraine ever. W E A K N E S S E S || O V E R S T I M U L A T E D As every sensation is from the object’s point of reference, this excludes them from recording such things as pain, pleasure, fatigue, and some movement, but this doesn’t guarantee that Lucas won’t find the feedback uncomfortable. Each transmitted sensation is almost always intrusive and can be confusing, even if it isn’t unpleasant. So, even if he’s prepared, big events and busy buildings can be remarkably overwhelming. As he cannot turn it off without either depleting his supply of HZEs or wearing an inhibitor, he’s almost always at least a little distracted or tired, even at his best, and often has a hard time focusing on the here and now. Any sudden influx of recorded memories leaves him relatively unresponsive and unaware of his surroundings for a time, so he doesn’t like using the inhibitor. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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“Uh… I don’t—No.” Cutting off his usual answer, Lucas paused, frowning through his thought processes until a proper one came to him. Then, he flashed a bright grin, rather proud of himself for finding the most obvious one. “Things!” Probably, maybe, not really… He deflated almost immediately at the steady expectation waiting for more. It was an answer though, right? A little less certainly, he tried explaining in detail, slumping back into the chair so he could stare at the ceiling while he did. “The things leaking in my head are noise. But, you know? Ha! I sleep like the dead.” It really wasn’t likely he’d be waking up for much.

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“Help? It's me.” Head tilting, staring at the ground now as he drummed his fingers on his knees to the same unsteady pattern echoing off his skull, Lucas’ eyebrows drew together at the question. Wasn’t the answer obvious? Or was it too obvious? But what else were you supposed to say? Well, it wasn’t like they hadn’t asked it before. “If everyone says help, that’s what you do, right? I dunno… He asked for it, anyway. Helping’s nice if you can.”

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Though it took him a moment to get all the words straight, once he understood the question, Lucas just stared back, not even incredulous or confused, just… deadpan. They had more alarms than fire drills? He didn’t want to think about it, he wasn’t going to— “Ow.” Flinching, eyes shutting tight at the sudden blaring rush of sound that never came slow or gentle, he just squished his hands into his ears as though it had any hope of working and glared miserably across the room. No one’d warned him about intruder alarms. Wasn’t like a house alarm either, it was worse. So much— “Ow! Stop it, stop it, stop! What?! It’s loud!”

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Born to a Hyper-human father and a ‘normal’ human mother. Tista would be the eldest of two children that Joseph and Mindy Ceeper sired. Over the next few years after Tista’s birth and her brothers they all lived a relatively quiet and comfortable life within the downtown Toronto area in Ontario, Canada. This blissfully sweet time in her life didn't last forever, as tragedy struck whilst she was in her early teenage years. Her mother has passed away in a brutal car accident leaving behind her then 15 year old daughter Tista, her 4 year old son Tobias and husband. Joseph did not take well to the death of his wife, it would be safe to say that Mindy’s death struck him the hardest out of the three. For the coming two years he was wallowing in a depressive slump, that was so bad he was unable to care for Tista and Tobias. This led to Tista having to take up the roles of a father, mother and older sister to Tobias. Despite this the young teenager did not resent her father, all though she too was deeply hurt by the loss of her mother. She simply pitied him for falling so hard from what she supposed was his grace. Before she knew it her father had given them up to his parents for safe keeping before up and seemingly disappearing off of the face of the planet. Things were better now, or as better as it can be after feeling as though your father has abandoned you. Her grandparents were good people that took great care of both her and her younger brother. Since they themselves were Hyper-Human they did not find it strange at all when she manifested her abilities at 17. Tista lived with her abilities unable to fully grasp it for a year, until she accidentally almost squashed her childhood friend Madden while fooling around. This ended up making her very frightened by her abilities. Still she continued to use it. Though only lifting small nonliving objects and refusing to manipulate the gravity of a living organism. After her slight withdrawal from her power usage her grandparents thought it better to get in contact with H.E.L.P to enroll her in P.R.C.U so she could be around a lot more Hyper-Human youth as well learning how to control her abilities better. ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Tista stands at a proud, ahem… heavy emphasis on the ‘proud’, height of 5 '4. Her build would best be described as petite and feminine, with light curves and overall well balanced out proportions. An array of long braided locs of black hair fell to just about past her hips, which she kept well maintained with the ends being curled in a loose spiral. Thick reading glasses framed her dark brown eyes that seemed to shimmer with a hint of mischief at all times. Her brown skin almost always seemed to have a lovely sheen to it that made it almost seem as though she glistened under the sunlight at times (and no, not like the twilight vampires). When not in uniform she is often seen wearing blouses, dresses, skirts, shorts or a cute sweater and jogger set. Colours ranging in pastel pinks, blues, greens and purples. Her clothing choices are usually accompanied by either heels, sandals or boots and a scent of vanilla coco perfume following in her wake. The only jewellery she’d be seen wearing is silver ball earrings. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||G R A V I T O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||FUNDAMENTAL Tista’s ability relies on her use of HZE released from pours on her palms to manipulate the gravity of non-living objects and living beings. It allows for her to be able to remove the gravity of things making it as though they are within an area that has zero gravity, where there is no up or down, they simply float. She can also manipulate it to make the gravity of whatever she's focused on seem even more dense. Making them feel heavier than what is normal on the Earth's gravity. With enough focus she can also allow herself to levitate a few feet off the ground, though she is incapable of moving backwards or forwards. She simply floats above ground about 2 feet. L I M I T A T I O N S ||TOUCH, MASS, TIME Tista can only ever manipulate the gravity of an object/person that she has touched, otherwise it would look like a sad attempt of trying to move an object with your mind and failing miserably. The reason being that she has to have let some of the HZE ions that expel from her palms to come in contact with the surface of the thing she desires to make float or compress. Just because she can distort the gravity of objects/people doesn't mean it can’t weigh down on her, she simply cannot (for now) hold up objects that are above her weight, its near impossible for her as anything she lifts gets added to her own gravity mass, this leads into how long she can manage to hold up objects/people. 5 minutes is the current amount of time she can hold something that is 50 lbs. and above before she has to drop the object as it weighs down on her too much. Which would end up having her get nauseous and face planting straight to the ground in a very ungraceful manner. W E A K N E S S E S ||FEAR OF 'THE BIG SQUASH', RESTRICTED HANDS Despite how upbeat, outgoing and positive Tista is about her ability and using it. She by no means doubts that she can cause a lot of damage. Her biggest fear and weakness that hinders her growth is the thought that she may end up losing control of the amount of gravity she places or removes on someone resulting in them either being squashed to death by the force or floating up, up, up and away without her being able to control bringing them back down safely. Her second biggest weakness has to do more with actually being able to use her ability, if her hands are restricted or bound in anyway, even if she has touched the object/person she wants to manipulate the gravity of. She would be unable to, that's why she usually strays away from hand holding or hugging. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Tista stared at the interviewer, lips pursed, eyes looking up and a finger tapping under her chin. “Oooh, oh, give me a minute!” she spoke up, dragging out her Oh’s. Mrs. Shutter, the older woman interviewing her, gives her a look, clearly feeling rather impatient at the girls' need to continuously pause before answering her questions. “Okay, okay!” Burgundy brown eyes finally stare down at Mrs. Shutter. “Definitely my grandparents’ kitty Hubert– Like I find it so funny how he can even get in my room when I close my door shut tight!” She laughs out as if she’s reliving a night with Hubert (the cat) sneaking into her room to meow like crazy and sit on her face.

Settling down she crosses her hands in her lap before speaking again. “Other than Hubert, it would be my younger brother Tobias.” she leans back in her seat, a frown setting on her lips. “He has night terrors every now and again about the same thing so he often comes to me so that he can sleep in my room.” she sighs. “But take it from me, wish he’d just move his bed in my room. That boy sleeps horrible.” she mutters.

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“Well that's quite the question, hmm let me think.” she pauses, simply looking to the side filtering through what would be the best response for this situation. “I’d simply ask them what they needed help with, and if it were in my capabilities I’d gladly help!” she waved one hand dismissively as she continued. “Buuut, if they gave me any weird vibes I’d run straight for the hills!” she nodded along, as though agreeing with her own words. “You never know these days with people.” her eyes narrow in on Mrs. Shutter. “Especially with the fact that I’m a Hyper-human.”

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“I’d without a doubt follow the rules!” she vehemently said. “My motto is ‘Mind your own business, play it safe and don't cause trouble’. It's a lot easier to abide by when you say it over and over again.” she cracked an awkward smile. “I’m also not inherently inclined to wanting to find out what exactly caused the alarm to go off, sure I’ve got abilities but I don’t know the full potential.” she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’d probably cause more harm than any good anyway.'' She trails off with furrowed brows and a downcast look.

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I don't know. Regret? Anger at letting a bunch of barely ambulatory, talentless suit-and-ties take the multi-billion dollar thing I built away from me? What kind of questions are these?

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I would direct him to the on-island care facility I helped have built. I think it's located somewhere near where the ferry docks? Or maybe by the Alumni village on one of the other islands? I don't know. I didn't come over when it opened. It would have been too much attention. Not that that matters now...

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Well, first I guess I'd ask what precise sensor triggered the alarm, then I'd determine threat level by dialoguing directly with that camera or motion detector. I'd liaise with surrounding sensors in a convergent pattern, so that I'd immediately be aware of if the situation is getting worse and in what direction or fashion it may have happened to spread... Then I'd-- wait..? Is this what you want?

Oh, ah... I'd stay safe and ensure the safety of my... fellow classmates... I guess...

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Adrianna is a short blonde with an expansive wardrobe. She still has a wide array of "executiveware", as well as formalware for those occasions, but is never more comfortable/productive than when shes in trackpants and a t-shirt, pounding some form of energy drink, with her hair in a tussled mess, but thrown up and out of her eyes with a singular hairtie.

She has destroyed almost all photographic evidence of these moments, particularly in her teen years.

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Adrianna does not suffer fools.

Unfortunately "fools" happen to be everyone and anyone who condescends to her, as well as everyone who can't keep pace with her intelligence.

So she can't suffer many people.

To these people she can be brittle and curt.

She will be making an effort to be more sociable with people in the future, though.

Just don't expect it all to change overnight.

She also has a tendency to be "take charge" to the point of being viewed as "controlling" if its in an area she feels she knows she's best suited for.

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Whilst Adie does not view herself as particularly creative conceptually, she is incredibly adept at instinctively finding practical inventive engineered solutions to fill known needs or wants.

This means whilst she might not be the best at recognizing areas which could need or use innovation, once she does she almost intuitively knows how to resolve it effectively.

Separate from her company she also held numerous patents, prior to its creation, which occasionally trickle in some further income.

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Adie has scripted a dozen episodes of the cancelled television series 'Firefly' which will never see the light of day, as they sit on her personal computer under heavy encryption.

She is convinced they are not good.

She has also written episodes of 'Star Trek' in its various incarnations, ranging from TOS, TNG, DS9 and Voyager. As well as an angry anonymous letter to the Producers of Discovery claiming that it's "Not Trek".

She also has written a few 'Quantum Leap's and has a surprising attraction to Scott Bakula despite the clear age difference.

If anyone claims any of this she will deny it. If anyone unearths the scripts, she may kill that person and herself.

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▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "So'd these people take my little girl's hands? Take her spine? Well it'd seem to me, 'Dri, that all that's left is to get back to work and figure out how to make sure men like that never do it again." ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

D A H L, M I C H A E L || F A T H E R D A H L, M I C H A E L || F A T H E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Michael considers himself truly blessed. The Foreman of his own construction crew in Sacramento, Michael Dahl achieved the dream. Married his college sweetheart, built his own thriving business on his own back comprised of good people and honest work, and some great kids, including a fantastic daughter who has the strength and capability to do whatever she wants in this world. Michael instilled the drive in Adie, and is more than just her formative male role model. Having seen how opportunistic types can swoop in and take everything she built the first time, she's beginning to realise that she built too big, too grand too fast, and the merits of slower growth and the trust that gets built along the way. One of her first major purchases, Adie bought her mother and father a massive luxury home out in the Granite Bay enclave, and despite having more than enough nestled away for early retirement, he continues to go in to work every day.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.

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D A H L, S A N D R A || M O T H E R D A H L, S A N D R A || M O T H E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sandy is beyond excited for her little girl to be picking up the missed opportunity she feels she had by-passing college the first time. She is a doting mother and loving wife. She keeps the family together, which is not an easy feat considering how incommunicative the kids can be amongst themselves. She's also where her hypergene came from, with how powers being mild magnokinesis, with some electro sensitivity (electroreception). Sandy can't wait to hear how Adie's doing at college and all the friends she's made. Even if she's resigned to the fact that she probably won't follow in her mother's footsteps and join the cheerleading squad.▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.

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