[CHAR] The Gifted (Reborn)

[Ace of flames01]

Ophelia

Ophelia

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Basic Information

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| Name |

Ophelia "Ophi" Rose

| Code Name |

Wildfire

| Age |

25 years old

| Gender |

Female (She/Her)

| Sexuality |

Asexual (Straight preference)

| Relationship Status |

Single

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Beta

| Allegiance |

Herself

| In-Depth Appearance |

By all means Ophelia is considered conventionally attractive but her time imprisoned in the camps has left her frame skinny and her skin scarred. Standing at 5'3" Ophelia has reddish brown, shoulder length hair and bright blue eyes. Countless freckles splotch her skin, giving the appearance of a false tan and she has a thin faded scar on her left cheek that slinks downward all the way to her trapezius. There are a couple other visible scars and bruises on her body; notably the more fresher almost bullet hole like scar on her right shoulder blade and the large bruise on her right thigh. She's wearing a very old t-shirt and shorts that have several holes in them, and is barefoot. On her neck is a piece of Hunter technology, an ability suppressant collar, that acts as a way for the Hunters to control her and her powers. Whenever Ophelia uses her abilities in a way that The Hunters don't approve of, she gets a small albeit painful zap that breaks her concentration. However, if she doesn't respond to the first shock, the zaps get significantly more painful.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Expressive ♦ Fiery ♦ Tenacious ♦ Distractible ♦

Often being described as "animated", Ophelia has always had rather large emotions and has always been very expressive of those large emotions. Oftentimes, though, it's those big emotions that can land her into some hot water as one of her biggest emotions is her fiery disposition and short fuse which can lead to some literal explosive frustration.
If she had been tested for it, Ophelia would have likely been diagnose with ADHD because along with her struggles with emotional regulation; she is highly distractible. The world is both fascinating and fast paced causing Ophelia to be easily distracted not only by the world around her but in social interactions as well, so she often times misses social cues as well. Despite her distractible nature, she is fairly intelligent as she's constantly taking in several different sources of external information at once, making her more street smart than book smart (save for the topics that really catch her full attention).
But regardless of her flaws, Ophelia at the end of the day is a fighter and is tenacious to a near fault. She will fight for what she believes in whether that's to survive or to protect her loved ones, and is not quick to give up.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Warm meals, comfy blanket/clothes, rainy weather, gazing at the stars, running, casual strolls and the feeling of grass underneath her feet. (She's basically a human fireplace haha)
✘Cold weather, prison food, The Hunters, large bodies of water (not because of not being able to use her powers, but because of... sharks), sleeping on the floor.

Abilities and Skills

Ophelia has the power of pyrokinesis, aka the ability to create and manipulate fire; making her a true force to be reckoned with. This ability comes with all the obvious uses such as a source for heat and light, a weapon to create some real damage, and the ability to shape fire to however she sees fit. Her ability does have some drawbacks such as her abilities are very closely tied to her emotions and if she loses control of her emotions (which she often does), she looses control of her flames. She also can't make new flames all willy-nilly; she has to be touching it before she can set it alight. Ophelia can set just about anything burnable alight, from firewood to the dead skin cells on her own body, but she has to be touching it first. Other environmental factors can affect the use of her abilities, for example, she can't use her abilities if her body is submerged in water and her abilities get significantly weaker in temperatures under 32 degrees.

| History |

Not much is known about Ophelia before her time in the camps. She was born and raised in poverty and on the streets of what used to be Chicago hundreds of years ago. She grew up knowing hunger and a sore body to be a fairly normal thing; a warm meal was a rarity and a safe place to sleep was even more rare. Ophelia was an early bloomer with her power erupting forth at the age of 8 years old when she threw a tantrum over another homeless man stealing the last piece of bread from her tiny hands. Her body grew so hot from her dead skin cells catching fire, that her body was literally smoking, and when she reached out and grabbed the mans oversized t-shirt, it caught fire. The man would end up with only a few mild burns but he ended up running and screaming into the night.

Her parents would try their best to hide their daughter from The Hunters for a solid 5 years by being constantly on the run and never sleeping in the same place twice. But after a handful of serious arson episodes that would later be traced back to her, and Ophelia being just another mouth to feed, her parents up and abandoned her in the dead of night. By the time she had awoken, her parents had gone and in their place was a note that simply read: "I'm sorry, Sunshine. Love Mom and Dad". Ophelia would spend the next 5 or so years surviving by running "errands" for various gangs and mobs. This earned her many connections, the protection of those she worked for, a warm meal, and a somewhat safer, if not more consistent, place to sleep.

Unfortunately, it only took one slip up for her to be captured and brought to a prison camp. Her time on the streets had taught her to keep her head low and fly under the radar in order to prevent her capture, and now it was helping her survive her time during imprisonment. However, she wasn't immune to The Hunter's neglect and abuse. Her emotion outbursts, and literal eruptions by proxy, quickly resulted in her getting a suppressant collar. She tried to resist the shocks but eventually, she begrudgingly learned to listen to the warning zaps before they got more painful; all the while plotting to torch the bastard that invented the damned collars. Ophelia now spends her time waiting idly by while waiting for her chance to make a break for it and escape the hell hole that she's been stuck in for the last better half of a decade.

| Family |

Aside from her parents it is unknown what family Ophelia has or if any of them are still alive.

| Strengths |

• Street smarts and "connections"
• Her time running deals and "errands" for more sketchier folks made her very light and quick on her feet, making up for her lack of brute strength
• she's learned how to be a very good liar and is very effective at weaseling her way out of unsavory situations

| Weaknesses |

• Large bodies of water
• Cold weather
• Her power suppressant collar
• She doesn't know how to read or write very much

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The Other

| Theme Song |

Could Have Been Me - The Struts
_{”Don't wanna live as an untold story,
Rather go out in a blaze of glory”}

| Extra Information |

Anything else.

[WhiteAngel25]

Lavina

Lavina

Basic Information

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| Name |

Lavina "Ina" Adhina

| Code Name |

Lucendi

| Age |

26

| Gender |

Female ~ She/Her

| Sexuality |

Straight

| Relationship Status |

Single

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Beta, although with her knowledge and training could be debatable if she may move up a class.

| Allegiance |

Rebel Army

| In-Depth Appearance |

Lavina is rather average when it comes to her height, standing at 5'6" with long blonde hair and pale green eyes. Although the time in the camps has made her thin and thus seems smaller than she is. She has fair skin except for the lighting-like scars that are on her body. One of the three scars travels from her left shoulder down to her right hip. The other two start on the back of her hands and wraps around her forearms to her elbows. The scars are similar in appearance to the scars people get when struck by lighting.

Ina does have a few nicks and bruises here and there along her body. She is wearing a long sleeve, light-weight shirt with a few snags and tears. Ripped-up jeans that are cut off at her mid-calves for length and strap sandals with grounding copper pieces woven within and under the soles. She also wears long gloves underneath the sleeves of her shirt to hide her markings even further.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Calm ♦ Stubborn ♦ Loyal ♦ Vendictive ♦

Lavina had spent many years controlling her storm-like personality that she almost seems emotionless at times but in all actuality, she was trying not to unleash bolts of electricity from her fingertips at a moment's notice. She is very stubborn once she gets an idea in her head and it is very hard to deter her from her objectives. Those that have gained Lavina's trust can expect her to be extremely loyal and be at their side, however, if someone wrongs her, they can expect her revenge. She likes to wait for the perfect moment to strike those that wrong her and her friends and family.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔At least five likes (Or more).

~Animals
~Gardening
~Most music
~Cookies, specifically chocolate chip and Snickerdoodles
~Cozy things that remind her of her home like sweaters, soups, and a comfy bed.

✘At least five dislikes (Or more).

~The gloves she has to wear over her hands to hide her markings.
~Hunters
~The cold
~Pickles
~Corsets

Abilities and Skills

What abilities, supernatural abilities (if Gifted), and/or skills does your character possess if any? If Gifted please give a one-paragraph description of your abilities

• Electricity manipulation- Electricity currents can shoot out of her fingers at enemies. Can also use her abilities like a human AED and use small currents of electricity to find irregularities in other peoples' bodies. She can start fires with electricity and dry foliage to assist others that have a fire ability or use it for warmth. Her electricity acts similar to that of electricity in nature and in the wiring in buildings, which means her currents can travel through metal and water.
  
  The drawback to this Gift of hers is that it is unpredictable with flare-ups with emotions, which is why she tries to stay as calm as possible. The electricity bolts once released can be redirected and sent back to her if she isn’t careful. If she electrically charges something, she must be touching it the entire time, as soon as she lets go, the current is ‘shut off’. She can touch electrical wires but she does experience a tingling sensation that slowly intensifies to a painful one over a period of time.
• Survival- Ina has a wide knowledge of living in the wilderness. She knows how to forage, create traps for food, build simple camps on short notice, and identify footprints to hunt animals. Can field dress injuries as well.
• Musically inclined- Lavina is classically trained in dance, and singing, and can play the piano, flute, and violin.
• Well-versed in political situations and social graces- With her upbringing, Ina knows how to play the Games in the upper class.
• Pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat from forced training when the Hunters captured her.

| History |

The Adhina family did quite well hiding the fact that their only daughter and youngest child was one of the Gifted. Being a rather wealthy and well-respected family, Joseph and Elizabeth Adina had four children with Lavina being the youngest. Ina's birth was overall an easy one but she came out with these strange purple markings that the doctors first dismissed as birthmarks. Being a daughter of a wealthy family, Lavina was subjected to all the policies and procedures of an upper-crust life, including learning how to entertain her parents' party attendees with music.

Lavina was only thirteen years old when a man at one of her parents' famous galas tried to take her as his own. By this time in age, Ina and her brothers had done well to help Ina hide the increasing signs of her Gift but when the man tried to force himself on her, she snapped. Electricity shot out of her hands and essentially tased the man to get him away from her. The man reported Lavina to the authorities. Her parents did their best, paying off every officer that came to their door to try and take Ina away but eventually, when she was sixteen, an officer came that couldn't be bribed with money.

Lavina was taken away to a Hunter facility where she was studied and tortured, figuring out how her powers worked and how they could be used to the Hunters' benefit. Although, they made the mistake of training her as if she was going to become one of them and taught her how to survive outside in the wilderness. They even tried to convince her to work for them but she refused to rope younger, innocent Gifted children into the hellhole she experienced.

Once the Hunters believed that they got all the information they wanted out of Lavina and after her refusing several times to hunt down other Gifted, she was sent to the camp where she had rescued a puppy that she thought was black but after a bath, she found that he was just super muddy and dirt caked white wolf-dog. She secretly trained him to follow her commands and he grew huge standing almost six feet on his hind legs. Thus, she had to keep him outside the prison walls that she created the ability to allow him to slip in and out of.

| Family |

Lavina has three older brothers: Viktor(35), Dominik(32), and Nikolai(29), who all appear as if they have no Gifts and loving parents Joseph and Elizabeth. Her older two brothers are married with children, Nikolai is still single. All four siblings possess their mother's pale green eyes. Viktor and Nikolai have jet-black hair like their mother while Dominik and Lavina have their father's fair blonde hair.

She also has a pure white wolf-dog named Thor.

Thor

| Strengths |

• The more dry, humid, or stormy her environment is the stronger and more effective her electricity is.
• Can use her abilities to restart hearts and sense irregularities in a body to help correct or fix.
• Can stand at great distances to use her abilities on enemies, especially if she's in an environment with many materials that act as electricity conductors.

| Weaknesses |

~ Like electricity in nature, the moment she releases a 'current' it can be redirected with metal or just have unpredictable qualities altogether.
~ She struggles to create 'currents' in cold, snowy environments.
~ Her electricity abilities can be stopped with rubber material like that made of tires.

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The Other

| Daylight by David Kushner ~ Sung by Chloe Breez|

URL in case the video doesn't pop up

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XK013fuSz4

” You and I drink the same poison from the same vine...Running from the daylight.”

| Extra Information |

Her favorite weapons are daggers and metal chains.
The secret copper pieces embedded within her sandals allow her to use the earth's electrical charge to supply her power.

@Ace of flames01Let me know if I need to edit anything! :)

[deadpixel101]

The Hound

Hound

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Basic Information

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| Elias Vincent Matisse |

| Code Name |

The Hound

| Age |

42

| Gender |

He/Him

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Omega

| Allegiance |

Hunter

| In-Depth Appearance |

Eli is a clean man, hair slicked back and suit or uniform always in order. Well manicured and always wearing a practised smile; stripped gums showing long teeth. The kind of smile that is just a little too much, balancing between assurance and threat. He carries himself as if he were kind and patient, but with a certain efficiency and power that demands what is being asked for. He has the looks and demeanour of a business man from yesteryear, a package made to be pretty enough to strike a deal with, but containing something inside worth hiding. While he carries no scars on his face, his body is riddled with old wounds. Having spent his years under the employ of project Gaia and The Hunters. He's maintained the strong body needed for this work, though his muscles are not overly large and showy. They are there to do what need be done. He stands at roughly 6"1 with shadows under his eyes and skin roughly coarse, grey streaking through his hair already.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Determined ♦ Obsessive ♦ Passionate ♦ Self-Righteous ♦

The Hound has earned his moniker not only for his powers, but his fervour in his cause. Always taking to his work with a particular dedication and perhaps enjoyment; the hunt is a challenge he takes to with aplomb. Depending on the length of time and the situation in which you work with him, he could be a very pleasant and easy to get along with individual. Always willing to do his part, and pick up some slack. He is civil and cool, not breaking easy under pressure. He won't join you for your smoke break but he'll give you a wink while he carries on. He is intelligent, and enjoys people who try to match wits. While he doesn't act like he's above most people, he'd certainly never act like he's below them. Every interaction is one to be won, and he plays the game well. It might not be easy to get under hi skin, but you'd be harder pressed to see that you had. He can act and speak with an intensity that feels like a bomb always 1 second away from detonation. His focus is both to his aid and detriment; when he wants one thing done he works at it with a single-minded devotion. He finds it difficult to form meaningful relationships, but also doesn't see much need to. If you're able to work together, that's fine enough. He is tenacious and irrefutable, while acting perfectly placid to the whims of fate.

| Likes & Dislikes |

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-Winning
-A healthy challenge
-Strong coffee
-Clever people
-Cleanliness
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-Being forced to stop
-The ocean
-Distractions (Particularly noises like buzzing or alarms)
-Lazy people
-The need to rest

Abilities and Skills

Gifted Ability: Eli is able to manipulate earthen material, up to a certain mass. However he cannot manipulate it directly as one might expect; instead he animates it into a moving form called a golem. He can create as many golems equal to the total mass he can animate. This means he can create several smaller golems, or one very large one. They often take on dog-like appearances, but can vary wildly. These golems can undertake simple orders when not being directly controlled, however they can do nothing else; meaning they are quite stupid. If it is told to chase someone, it will do so; however if they broke line of sight for even a moment and kept hiding, the golem would stop as it now has no target. In addition Eli cannot move when directly controlling his golems for their more complicated movements. He suffers great mental strain controlling more than one golem at a time, and it eats away at his life force to keep them moving too long. Once they are a certain distance away from him, they crumble back into material. When destroyed by force, he feels pain in response. Malleable materials like sand and mud are easier to use, while refined materials like metal are more difficult.

Personal Skills: Eli has lived his entire life under The Gaia program or employ of The Hunters. He fully believes their work to be vital, and has dedicated himself to it wholly. He has learned many skills through this avenue, including combat, survival and tracking. He has an understanding of psychology, as well as a study of Gifted biology. While he can pretend at charisma enough to get his job done, actually empathizing with people is not his forte. He is generally proficient and if he doesn't know something already, he is quick to learn it if is worth his time.

| History |

While Eli is of course nowhere near old enough to have helped with the original Operation Gaia, The Republic has continued operations under the name for a time. Perhaps more of a PR move than one of actual goodwill. Gifted either made for the project or stolen for it would be raised in a way to see their life as a service to the world. Eli was one such gifted. While in his youth there had been times he fell out of line, on the whole he rationalized his life fairly well. He knew that the best way to live in that situation would be to succeed, and find joy in the work. The world may have gotten over it's immediate climate crisis, but there would always be work to do. His efforts and abilities meant that when reaching young adult hood he would be moved to The Hunters, now apart of operation Tartarus. To make the world good he would do what he needed to do. People needed guidance, and he was chosen to guide. Here is where Eli's talents really began to show. Gaining the name "The Hound" for his relentless pursuit of important figures that could have resulted in major uprisings, he advanced quickly through the years. His work taking it's toll on his body and mind, he only grew more and more hungry for success. Here he has found himself working within an important camp of captured Gifted, called in to watch for any flickers of revolt that seem to be brewing, and weed out any connections the captured have to those outside.

| Family |

Eli is unaware of any biological family.

| Strengths |

• Connections and large resources from The Hunters
• Practised Ability to hunt down especially troubling Gifted.
• Well versed in the limits his Gift, and how to use it efficiently.

| Weaknesses |

• Fiercely independent. Picky about accepting help.
• Obsessed. He will give up most anything to achieve his current goal, his health going first.
• Busy mind. He can overwhelm himself considering too many things when not in a single minded focus. His attention and focus can reach it's limits and cause him suffering.
• Haunted; any perceived failure and misstep plague his mind. If he is not succeeding he is punishing himself for it.

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The Other

| Theme Song |

Feed the Machine - Poor Man's Poison
<sub>”Here's to the greater good, for all

Do what you know you should, for all.”</sub>

[Blizz]

Dragonheart

Roman Cole

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Basic Information

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| Name |

Roman Cole

| Code Name |

Dragonheart

| Date of Birth |

38

| Gender |

Male - He/Him

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Relationship Status |

Single

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Alpha

| Allegiance |

Rebel Army

| In-Depth Appearance |

In no uncertain terms, Roman is built like a tank. He stands at 6'2", and the absurd muscle he packs is usually covered by big clothing. From trench coats to cardigans big enough to fit around him. His skin is mottled with scars and what seem to be erratic indentations left behind by the long term use of his powers. A pair of brown eyes pierce right through your soul when Roman holds his gaze. The man gives off an atmosphere of confidence, comfortable in his own skin enough that it shows around others.

His appearance changes dramatically when using his powers.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Valiant ♦ Stubborn ♦ Gentle ♦ Intense♦

If God himself challenged Dragonheart to a staring contest, then God would blink first. Having enough strength of character that he lights up every room he walks into, Dragonheart is known throughout the Rebel Army as one of the bravest and unkillable Gifted that ever walked through their doors. Always at the forefront of conflict, he is the definition of wrath and bravery. No matter who the Republic and the Hunters send, he doesn’t flinch or quit. He shows little remorse towards those who trample the lives of the Gifted and their friends. His comrades in arms know they will go home when the day is done, even if they’re broken and dying, because Dragonheart won't leave them. It doesn’t matter if he’s hurling a tank through the sky to take out a helicopter, or carrying countless wounded back to safety, Dragonheart will do it because said he will. He is an absolute diehard believer in the Rebel Army’s cause.

Roman Cole, however, is impossibly different. When the fight is over, he is a gentle and immensely kind man. Hearing the pain of countless people who have been through their own personal hells has made him sympathetic to a fault. He feel deep compassion for the world around him, and always tries to make that world easier to bear. Roman may be bold, and sometimes overwhelming, but his years in the Rebel Army have made it necessary. He has a heart of gold armed with artillery cannons that watch over the endangered like a hawk, and will cook a meal for a dozen people with the same emotional ease as he experiences when demolishing a Hunter APC with his bare hands. Roman can listen to the worst stories of unfettered agony that someone can possibly think of, and remain calm enough to be the shoulder they lean on. Others joke that Roman is the glue holding the entire Rebel Army together. It isn't hard to see why they think so.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Freedom, metal, cold weather, quiet evenings, acts of kindness.

✘Limitation, failure, warm weather, pointless bickering, or acts of cruelty.

Abilities and Skills

Dragonhide: Roman's power causes a stone-like, nearly unbreakable matter to grow over his skin. This substance forms armor and spikes, which jut outwards like a dragon's horns, hence his name. This power takes only a few seconds to activate, but when it does, Roman grows a whole foot taller, and his body becomes dramatically stronger. The change allows him to lift several thousand pounds with a single arm, and lets Roman enjoy enough punching power to split the sturdiest military tanks in half. The jagged armor that Dragonheart grows is incredibly rough to the touch, punching it with your bare hand would be like punching a raw geode: You would break your hand, and the flesh in your hand would be flayed to pieces. While in this form, very little can injure Dragonheart. A shotgun to the face would cause his armor to flake off, but would do little more.

The problem with this power is that while he can turn it on in an instant, Roman can't go back to normal so quickly. It takes a few minutes for the armor and enhanced muscles to fade away. Once this starts, Roman's body becomes increasingly human, and therefore more vulnerable. His power also doesn't do well in stealthy situations- Have you ever seen a dragon sneak up on someone? His armor sounds like rocks grinding against each other when he walks, and the tips of the spikes that jut out of his shoulders glow in the dark. Dragonheart is far more accustomed to loud and head-on fights. Once the armor is damaged in any substantial way, it must be deactivated before it can regenerate. But if something beneath that armor, like a vital organ, is damaged, then Roman will need a doctor.

Unfortunately, Roman doesn't grow wings when he uses his powers.

Combat Master: Roman has been a part of the Rebel Army for the better part of two decades now. He is well-versed in fighting the Hunters anyone affiliated with them. His favored method of combat is to activate his powers and blitz unprepared opposition. He draws fire and breaks defensive lines while others get their jobs done. When he gets in close range, you better hope he's on your side or you are officially done for. Roman also has extensive experience with strategy and forming battle plans, enough to lead a successful raid.

Undercover: When Roman uses his powers, he stands out like a lighthouse on a starless night. And yet in an almost paradoxical way, he's just an ordinary tall guy. Sure, he may have a lot of nicks and scars, but maybe he's just an active guy. What does he do? Oh, he works on cars and occasionally gets a harmless injury- Nothing fancy. When he isn't charging into battle, Roman keeps a good cover, preventing his connection to the Rebel Army from being traced back to his everyday life. It helps that his power covers every part of him- Including his face- when active.

| History |

Roman doesn’t remember a time when he wasn’t aware of his Gift. As a kid, he didn’t have anyone he cared to call family, and he lived on the streets running from anyone who had the nerve to look twice at him. Sometimes this was just some ordinary person, sometimes it was a Hunter. Up until the point Roman was 14, this was all his life consisted of. Finding some place to hide when he wasn’t at home, and hoping his old man wasn’t at home when he was, lest he be reported to the Hunters for the spiky material that his skin made.

Alas, this was the very thing that happened. Roman usually spent most of his days out of the house, just existing or getting through days at school During one such day, Hunters came to his school at attempted to drag him out. They burst through the door with guns drawn and trained on him while one of them tried to latch a collar around his neck. Perhaps it was foolishness, or perhaps it was adrenaline, but Roman fought back. Shots were fired and blood was spilled as Roman suddenly used his power in full for the first time. Spikes and stony growths erupted all over his body, and he grew taller. One of the Hunters was a Gifted as well, and fired some sort of laser at him. It slowly burned through the armor.

Everyone else in the room watched in terror as Roman, now resembling a humanoid dragon, mauled the Hunters. None of them stood up when he was done with them, and while he was still in a frenzy, Roman left and didn’t look back. He crossed hundreds of feet in seconds with the sudden leap in muscle he had. More Hunters waited outside to receive him in shackles, but he just barreled past them like they weren’t there, tearing their armored vehicle in half.

Two days layers, Roman was wandering through a distant city he had never been to, his power allowed him to cross the distance in hours. Someone found him and discreetly explained they knew about his situation, about the Hunters chasing him. Roman’s first reaction to this was to panic and defend himself, but then this anonymous individual started levitating. Roman didn’t immediately trust this, but then she told him about the Rebel Army, a place that sought to protect and liberate oppressed Gifted. Naturally, he was curious and followed her to their home base of operations.

Ever since then, Roman lived among fellow rebels. He trained to protect himself and the lives of others, learned the tactics and methods of the Hunters, and the history of the Gifted. As a kid, he mostly stayed behind the walls where he sought to understand his own abilities in a safer environment and learned to trust Gifted who didn’t want to hunt him down. Roman’s life had gone from nothing to having a future he would eventually realize. And that is just what he did.

The Hunters took to calling the wanted man “Dragonheart,” just as they called every so-called treasonous Gifted by some dramatic name. Roman didn’t care back then, but his first assignment at the age of 17 made him understand the importance of that presence. The Hunters feared his strength, he could stop their vehicles from running down innocents like he was a tree rooted in place. Their guns could do little more than scratch him, and he could break their spirit if he advanced. Rebel fighters rallied to his side and pushed the advantage with him. His first mission to free Gifted prisoners was a success in the end, and Roman believed in himself.

One mission came after the other, and they kept coming for the next two decades. The Rebel Army gave Dragonheart a purpose that he gave his all too, and he developed a reputation among his fellow rebels as one of their best. They all trust him with his life, and he trusts them with his. Those who joined him on the frontlines have witnessed him survive things that no one ever should, shake it off and continue the fight as if nothing happened. Dragonheart has seen to the freeing of hundreds in his time, defiantly making enemy of the Hunters and the Republic itself.

And he’ll be damned if he stops any time soon.

| Family |

N/A

| Strengths |

• Connections in the Rebel Army
• Excellent power control
• Performs well under pressure

| Weaknesses |

• Relentlessly stubborn
• Operates with the precision of a sledgehammer; He will hit what he's aiming for with calculated brute force, but brute force no less.
• Doesn't know when to let something slide

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The Other

| Theme Song |

_{”AGAINST THE WIND WE RUN,
TO EVERY PLACE UNDER THE SUN!
WE’VE GOT SO MUCH POWER INSIDE,
WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP!
AGAINST THE WIND WE GO,
TOWARDS THE NEW SHORE!
TOGETHER WE’LL FORGET THE SORROW,
IT’S FOREVER GONE!”}

| Extra Information |

N/A

[Troubleshoot]

Kilo

Kilo

Basic Information

| Samuel “Sam” Wilkins |

| Code Name |

Kilo

| Age |

30

| Gender |

Male he/him/his

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Omega

| Allegiance |

Rebellion

| In-Depth Appearance |

Due to certain elements within the Hunters knowing his appearance, Sam can seldom be readily observed. He is usually covered in multiple layers of clothing and has a hood or cap of some kind on as well. He carries a small weight strapped around his right wrist, usually concealed. If someone gets closer, they will notice that his right hand is missing everything but the thumb and index. His dressing habits have produced a relatively fair complexion over the years. His slow movements along with the bulky apparel often get him mistaken for a much bigger man.

Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Analytical ♦ Cautious ♦ Confident ♦ Predictable ♦

The lesser twin in both mind and body, Sam was always deferential to his sister. While he was weak and sickly when the powers initially manifested, she handled them without issue. As such, much of his early years were defined through this deference. As he grew older, the gap between them would shrink, and with that his confidence finally grew. The scars remained. Even though he approached life with confidence due to the sheer power of the gift, he never saw himself as her equal. The fact that both his family and former allies had been actively working with the Hunters made him overly cautious. What some would describe as careful planning and preparation, others would see as cowardice. He would never want to openly fight his twin or others of her level. In all avoidable situations, Sam would most likely run, a fact well known by his enemies – making him a rather easy opponent to plan against.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔ Safety, Having a backup plan, Being accepted, Being covered up, Having a boring day
✘ Rash people, Poor planning, Panic, Sleep, Being relaxed

Abilities and Skills

Gravitokinesis – While still developing, Sam’s power is formidable even at its current stage. While in theory, gravity could affect many things such as time or light itself, the man is nowhere near powerful enough to accomplish any such feats. Currently he is mostly confined to weight displacement and manipulation.

Idea: Sam serves as a conductor of the gravitational transference.

Limitation: If he is touching two things, the transfer is near immediate and total. If he’s touching a car and a man, the man could become as burdened by gravity as the car or the car could become as light as a man. All such dealings will always affect his own gravity as well, often in unpredictable ways – sometimes the load on him will lessen and sometimes increase as a result of being the conduit.

As range increases, Sam’s power of transference lose about 10% of their potency every meter beyond his reach. This is only true if he’s already touching one component of the transference, but if both are out of reach, then the loss is doubled and distance instead counted between the manipulated points.

The bigger the transference is, the longer it takes.

Consequence: Sam does not know how to revert any manifestation of his power, and as was the case with Feather – it appears to be quite long lasting. His past experiences lead him to ignore any potential uses on his teammates, and focuses on enemies and objects instead.

| History |

Born out of wedlock to a pair of disgraced government officials, Sam and Hope were looked at more as investments than as children from an early age. When their powers first began manifesting, their father left – knowing he came from a long line of people without Gifts and not fully believing the children were even his. In what could later be described as a short-sighted decision, their mother looked to her old government contacts for assistance. This is how the pair was first flagged in the system. While the gift of gravity quickly got them both labeled omega due to fear and misunderstanding, there was still a significant power difference between the twins.

It was unclear what exactly happened to the mother after the children were taken away, but they weren’t able to see her again. The years that followed were training, indoctrination and examination. Hope took to it much better than he and was getting the brunt of the interest in those days.

The day would come and they’d get a chance to escape the Republic during one of the Rebellion riots. For the twins, this was the catalyst of separation. While both had the chance to get away, Hope had little interest in doing so. She found her place within what was likely to become a group of Hunters later on. The success was enough to forget any thoughts of other family or a life before the Republic.

The next couple of years were rough. Running mindlessly at first, it would take Sam a good number of years before he could ever stop and surround himself with anything more than temporary accomplices. One such person was Emma, who brought him into the fold of the Rebellion. It was never clear whether this was a genuinely extended hand or value seen in his Gift, but he took the opportunity and slowly built his place within the rebels.

It wasn’t long before he became a field operative. It was during one such mission that an uncontrolled transference would live multiple team members dead, Sam maimed, and Emma forever known as Feather. She didn’t stick around for long, opting to leave, moving as far away from Sam as she could.

It would be a long time before he ever saw Feather again, a Hunter and going for his head.

While Sam had become quite well known within his cell of resistance, his reputation wasn’t the greatest. He was often theorized to have done more harm than good to their cause, crippling his cell, and causing one of the better operatives to join their enemies.

| Family |

Hope – twin sister

| Strengths |

• Power of his gift.
• Contacts in the resistance.
• Knowledge of Hunter tactics

| Weaknesses |

• His twin sister is a Hunter with a very similar, but stronger power.
• Codename Feather – a previous Rebellion operative turned Hunter following Sam’s accidental transference.
• Very reliant on the gift in a confrontation

The Other

| Florence and the machine - Heavy in your arms |

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_eOmvM-4zc&ab_channel=eclipsethesoundtrack
_{”My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall.”}

[Little Bird]

An Aggressive, Angry Jock Girl

Maya

Basic Information

| Name |

Maya Anne Morales-Torres

| Age |

21

| Gender |

ENBY She/They

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Relationship Status |

Single

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Determined at Alpha-Level for the feats she has displayed. Considered a "low risk" however, due to her lack of ranged abilities.

| Allegiance |

Rebel Army

| In-Depth Appearance |

At 5'9" Maya might not seem like an overly impressive human specimen. But to acknowledge what is revealed beneath a fully-clothed ensemble provides a different perspective. Maya is a cut a formidable figure of visibly proper and balanced proportions. She has no distinguishing markings, and is absent any tattoos. No scars have persisted upon her body, as her Gifted abilities make it difficult to leave lasting damage.

Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Straightforward ♦ Angry ♦ Passionate ♦ Restless ♦ Weary ♦ Determined ♦ Competitive ♦

It's a mindset forged in the fires youthful competition twisted by betrayal and abuse.

Maya is a natural performer, who lives and breaths what she puts her mind and her heart into. Nothing less than 100% is acceptable in her eyes when it comes to effort; if she's invested in a practice or action, she leaves it out for the world to see with expression of face, body, and vocals. She's someone that won't hold back in showing or saying how she feels in any situation or circumstance and is unlikely to mince words, chosing to go straight to the point, and cares little for people that beat around the bush. As a competitor through and through, Maya is one who is always looking to sharpen her skillset; if she fails at something on the first attempt, she comes back with more energy the second time around.

In the years that have intervened since her capture by the Hunters, this attitude has become the backdrop for a myriad of jaded outlooks and frustrated behaviors.

Her faith in other people took a sharp nosedive when her family unit turned her over to The Republic. Resentment and frustration followed. Guided by a memory of betrayal Maya is openly distrustful of others as a rule of thumb. While she has no qualms over speaking her truths, she's not in the game of making friends. Working on their own self is Maya's way in her current age. Her actions are fueled by anger; her words are laced with a touch of disdain. Even the mindset of personal improvement is mired: rather than growth for growth's sake, Maya persues betterment while looking over her shoulder; the need to be prepared for the inevitable blindsiding is ever present in her personal training, seeking the strength to overcome the next person that tries to do her wrong.

| Likes & Dislikes |

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• Training.
• Her freedom.
• Good workout music.
• Straight shooters.
• Loyalty; if it still exists.

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• Hunters.
• Being restrained.
• Being used.
• Being lied to.
• Her anger issues.
• Weakness

Abilities and Skills

Supherhuman Condotioning. Maya possesses an innate physical condition that surpasses even the most elite athletes and combat personel. Feats of Strength, Speed, Endurance, Durability, and Athleticism outstrip any and all ungifted humans. Her body is uniquely adjusted to handle the strains that such feats would place upon it, having, among other traits, a denser skeletal structure, better adapted vitals, and a resilient system of muscles, ligaments and tendons.

• Strength. Benchmarks place Maya in the range of being able to cleanly lift between 10 and 20 tons. Executing strikes capable of breaking through the steel hulls of naval vessels is standard.
• Speed. Parameters allow for bursts clocking in 6 seconds for 100m comfortably, with a sustained 3 minute mile time. Optimized physiology allows the safe commencement and termination of such feats; she can accelerate and stop with proportional efficiency to any normal human with no ill side effects. Speed overall seems a byproduct of having the strength to propel herself on foot. Her working or fighting speed measures to roughly twice that of a peak 'normal' human.
• Durability & Resilience. Maya can prove difficult to take down if not approached properly. She has a high tolerance for pain, coupled with a toughness that allows her to shrug off most blunt force assaults and small weapons. However she is more susceptible to piercing blows, especially at high velocities; armor piercing bullets are the best suited as they can penetrate her skin and bone in center mass as to damage her vitals. Bladed melee weaponry can be effective in the hands of other Gifted or someone with similar enhancement through other means. Lower level Gifted abilities may struggle against her, though such effects as electrokinesis can effectively bypass her physical resistance and cause both bodily harm at high outputs or simply paralysis at lower outputs.
• Adrenaline FactorMaya's strength, speed, and endurance is subject to enhancement and growth under certain circumstances; excitement, fear, anger, and other intense emotions bring out a modest buff in these trait.
• Training. She is capable of developing these traits through appropriate training, though her gains are only minutely better than a nongifted's; to assist in this, she has an enhanced recovery, allowing her to come back from the fatigue and muscular stress more quickly and efficiently. Her ability to train, however, is limited, as one with her tier of strength requires specialized equipment in order to adequately challenge her physiology.
• Sensory & Reflexes. Maya's five standard senses and Reflexes scale adequately for her to function within the parameters of her speed.
• Limited Healing. For a body optimized for performance, rebounding and recovering from injuries is of vital importance. Maya's body can recover from most injuries and illnesses in approximately half the time it would take for others.

Combat. During her time being researched by The Republic, Maya was put through rigorous combat trials to assess the limits of her powers. This aided in the development of her fighting instincts. Though lacking in formal training, she makes up for the detriment somewhat with sheer will and tenacity. More of a brawler, her maneuvers draw from a range of stylistic approaches; she's about as likely to grapple and wrestle as she is to throw punches and kicks, and will even still just as soon toss someone across a room. She makes for a somewhat unpredictable combatant.

| History |

Maya's early life was spent living in foster care. Who her parents are remains unknown to her, though she surmises that they were simply a couple of Gifteds who were ultimately hunted down after they left her in the care of others. For the most part, her upbringing was standard and amicable up until her powers became apparent. The family she lived with was loving and supportive of her throughout her youth, treating her as though she were their own flesh and blood. She enjoyed spending time with her 'adoptive' siblings, a small assortment of other foster kids and the biological child of their parents.

At age 15, Maya's inhuman abilities began to manifest in ways not seen in her before. While she had always seemed abnormally energetic a uncommonly athletic even at a young age, she had never demonstrated much more than what might have been regarded as a textbook prodigy. But as high school began, flares of greater power showed, and they did in more harmful and distructive ways.

The first came during a softball practice; she was pitching, and threw the ball with enough velocity that it broke her catcher's glove hand. While the incident was reported as a fluke, Maya was suspended from pitching. Word of the event spread like wildfire through the school; Maya became the recipient of unwanted attention.

The second incident happened just as the buzz from the first had died down. It happened as Maya was training in the school weight room. She had loaded up the leg press, and begun her set. Pushing with more force than she realized, she launched the footplate and weights up and clear off of the machine. Damages to the school weightroom estimated into the tens of thousands of dollars, and several other students incurred injuries from either debris or the machine pieces and weights.

Aftet this, there was no doubt left in anyone's mind: Maya Morales-Torres was 'one of them.'

Fearing the backlash that would come their way, and more importantly for the safety of the other youth in their household, Maya's foster parents immediately called for Hunters to retreive Kaiya. The extradition was a surprise and shock to the then teenager. She did as best as she could to resist capture, damaging the house severely in the process. She ultimately failed, and was equipped with a power-supressing collar that rendered her helpless. She would be quickly placed into a detention facility, where she stayed for a year.

At age 16, she was moved to a research base. A room uniquely tooled to mitigate the effectiveness of her powers had been constructed. She was put through rigorous testing procedures, of practical and surgical natures.

Forced to display her abilities, she was thrown into hand-to-hand combat trials against drone bodies to measure her strength and agility; she would be pitted against both firing squads and other gifted to assess the limits of her durability. On the operating table, she was routinely put under for examination and 'sampling.' What little talk she overheard suggested they were using the results of their tests to develop better technology, weapons, and armor for the Hunters' crusades. The idea that parts of herself would be used to round up or kill other Gifted both frightened and disgusted her.

She went on to spend the three years that followed cycling through different detention camps. At age eighteen she was forced into acting as an enforcer, briefly having her suppressor deactivated to putdown would-be revolts, and then reactivated once the rebels had submitted. However, over time she grew increasingly difficult to work with, and began to resist and buck efforts to control her. By 20, she was 'permanently' left in her suppressed state and housed in a camp where she had once been dispatched to quell an uprising.

| Family |

Benjamin and Marissa Tull are the couple that raised Maya until they found out she was a Gifted. They've since been relocated by The Republic in a sort of Witness Protection effort.

| Strengths |

• Difficult to stop or take down by physical means.
• Independent.
• Motivated.
• Teachable.
• Knowledge of multiple Hunter bases.

| Weaknesses |

• Closed Quarters Powers.
• Recklessness.
• Anger Outbursts/easily provoked.
• Difficulty Working on Teams.
• Susceptible telepathic assaults.
• Vulnerable to abilities and techniques that can turn her strength and/or speed against her.
• Vulnerable to toxins.
• Due to the density of her internal structures, aquatic function is limited. Decreased natural bouancey makes swimming nearly impossible without gear designed to assist in keeping her afloat.

The Other

| Theme Song |

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=D_DD7-sUzZo&feature=share
_{”I'ma go down swinging, if I go down”}

| Extra Information |

Really wants to get her hands on more advanced Hunter weapons to compliment her power.

[Poleski79]

Live (Aka. Blitz)

Liv

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Basic Information

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| Name |

Olivia Rebecca Flux

| Code Name |

Blitz

| Age |

26

| Gender |

Female (She/Her)

| Sexuality |

Your guess is as good as hers

| Relationship Status |

Single

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Conflicting reports of Alpha and Delta

| Allegiance |

The Republic, but more and more herself

| In-Depth Appearance |

Liv's appearance is a little chaotic. She's 5'4", skinny, and pale white. Her face, arms, and neck are covered in a speckle of freckles. For her slim frame she's surprisingly well muscled. Her hair is patchy, with large missing chunks, and long remaining strands. The right side is completely shaved. Her hair is a mix of platinum blond and bright pink dyed pieces. Commonly she'll cover it with a hat or helmet, though she's not embarrassed. Either way she almost always has her goggles with her.

At a glance you can tell Liv isnt a stranger to a tumble or two. It not uncommon for her to be banged up and bandaged in several places. Shes almost always covered in some sort of dirt, particularly around her knees and elbows from all her tumbling. An intricate tapestry of tattoos winds its way up her left arm, extending onto the rest of her body. The tattoos intermingle a variety of scars. Most of the scars tend to be piercing wounds. She does have a single scar going through her eye brow and onto her left cheek and a few piercings through her ears. She is missing her left leg up to the knee, which has been replaced with a metallic prosthesis.

While she may not picky about what she wears, she'll often strip off clothing to less than most people would wear as she tends to run hot. She does despise a uniform however. Always within arm's reach is a cigarette or cigar, a trusty companion amidst her disorder. She always has a weapon slung over her shoulder, on display for the world to see. After all, Liv has never been one for subtlety.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Resilient ♦ Reckless ♦ Manic ♦ Impulsive ♦ Chaotic ♦ Ruthless ♦

Liv's is a firework, explosive, and a little unpredictable. She's a bundle of energy, often manic, and always looking for the next adventure or fight. She's got a bit of a wild streak and a bloodlust that often lands her in more trouble than she bargained for. Despite her impulsive nature, Liv is no fool. She's highly intelligent allowing her to get by while working for The Republic. She often plays it off with humor and absurdity.

She's stubborn as a mule, especially when she gets an idea in her head. Though Liv is exceptionally adaptable, often coming up with creative solutions to problems. She's also not one to shy away from changing course or making a swift exit when things don't go her way, her teleportation ability comes in handy for that. She never claimed to be brave.

Despite the chaos of her personality, Liv holds steadfast to a few principles. She has a curious sense of honor when it comes to teleportation. She never steals during her jumps, instead she always leaves something in exchange for what she takes. This little quirk to Liv is a vital rule.

Underneath her manic and chaotic demeanor, Liv is resilient. This resilience is reflected in her constant joking and teasing. It's her way of keeping her guard up, they are her walls. She's not one for distance, often invading personal space without a second thought. It's just another way she keeps people on their toes, unsure of how to handle her.

Living with the threat of cancer and the physical toll of her powers has made Liv more reckless than ever. She doesn't let the idea of cancer get her down, instead choice to live for each moment. She's impulsive, but not aimlessly so. Every action, every teleport, is her thumbing her nose at fate. After all, if life's a ticking time bomb, she might as well enjoy the fireworks.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔"Trading"
✔ Smoking Cigars
✔ Teleporting
✔ Falling
✔ Teasing
✔ Traveling
✔ Blowing shit up
✘ Being serious
✘ Standing still
✘ Walking
✘ Slow stuff
✘ Onions

Abilities and Skills

Liv has the ability to teleport, a subset of psychokinesis. She can teleport to any location she's previously visited, bringing along anything or anyone she's touching at the time. Larger object have a higher tax load. She does not have a limit on range to which she can teleport. Every time she teleports, she enters a bubble 4th dimensional bubble that can move her near instantly anywhere, any position, and any sub-velocity (less than the current one she has, she cant increase her speed). This means she doesn't flip upside down when teleporting to Australia, and she doesn't break her neck when she teleports from the poles to the equator.

What comes along with this bubble is a build up of heat and radiation. Each teleport causes her internal body temperature to rise a fraction as its trapped within the bubble. The radiation leaking through adds to the heat trapping in the bubble while damaging her body. Thankfully its for micro portions at a time, but if she teleports rapidly it can add up. This can result in her being out of commission in order to cool down. When pushed to extremes she can encounter heat-stroke, nausea, and black-outs. While the radiation adding to the heat of the bubble is bad enough on its own it also has the side affect of causing her body to by pinholed with radiation every time she jumps. The exact amount of radiation and heat depends on the distance and amount shes transporting, but with the frequency the she teleports, Liv's body is riddled with cancer.

One benefit of her ability is it does allow her a heightened spacial awareness of her surroundings. This is especially useful as when she teleports into an object it can cause intermingling of the atoms between both interfering objects as they fight for placement. This has lead to many injuries over her lifetime, including the loss of her left leg. With practice over time her own atoms have started to win out more so injuries aren't always serious. For good reason she doesn't like to practice this technique.

| History |

Liv's powers emerged early when she was just a few months old. Her infant instincts prompted her powers to activate causing her began teleport all over the country. Her parents never could find her after the night her powers kicked in.

Eventually she was brought into the custody of The Republic. Seeing her potential they leaped at the chance to shape her into their tool. She was trained, conditioned, and broken into serving them. As their own personal teleportation system, Liv transported everything from soldiers to raw materials, saving them time and resources. There were even the few occasional times one of the higher up used her personally for traveling. The worst things they made her do was collections. Picking up of other Gifted. Despite it she was ruthlessly efficient at her job.

Thankfully they never could figure out how to limit or control her powers themselves. She was always free to teleport wherever she wanted to her hearts content. Though she was well aware of the multiple trackers in her system, the bomb in her spine, and the electric collar around her neck. She never could go far before she was called back.

For over two decades, Liv was the backbone of The Republic's transportation. But the toll of her power usage began to show. After years of intense use her body was already showing major signs of deterioration. Worn out and never given a chance to rest, she became more and more rebellious, much to the annoyance of The Republic's officers. She started to wrack up multiple complaints about her actions and behavior. To mitigate the situation, they sent her off to the prison camp. This way, they could slow down her physical degradation without losing their precious tool. A harsh solution, but one The Republic saw as necessary.

| Family |

None she knows of

| Strengths |

• Resilient - knows how to deal with pain
• Adaptable - can fit in to most situations
• Creative - always uses her powers in unique ways

| Weaknesses |

• Cancer - she dying
• Stubborn - can't give up things
• Impulsive - doesn't always listen. Can be chaotic

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The Other

| Theme Song |

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways
_{”Hello world, I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb”}

| Extra Information |

Anything else.

[Zeroth]

Ben "Blackweb" Petersen

B E N

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Basic Information

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| Name |

Benjamin Davis Petersen

| Code Name |

Blackweb

| Date of Birth |

24

| Gender |

Male, He/Him

| Sexuality |

Straight

| Relationship Status |

Recently Single

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Originally classed as Delta, recently upgraded to Beta

| Allegiance |

Independent

| In-Depth Appearance |

At 6'2" and 180 pounds, Ben has a healthy and athletic build. He tends to dress rather plainly most of the time, no high-fashion brands and no especially striking fashion sense. Give him a plain colored tee and a pair of jeans that fit well, and he'll blend into almost any crowd.

He can appear nervous or fidgety, constantly looking around his environment as if he expects something to happen at any given time. When he does manage to focus, his eye contact can be somewhat disturbing to those who aren't used to his behaviors. He tends to slouch slightly, but when he's on the move he looks straight ahead at his destination and walks with a long, rapid gait.

But this changes when he puts on the mask.

When doing "his civic duty," as he calls it, Ben dons a sleeveless gray, tech-wear style hoodie with a fishmouth collar; a pair of urban camo-patterned cargo shorts, and solid black basketball sneakers. He also puts on a 3D printed mask, designed with free cosplay tutorials from the internet. It bears a striking resemblance to Japanese style Tokusatsu heroes, with a spider theme---two huge eyes dominate the faceplate while six smaller ones form a pattern across the sides and forehead, and the spider's fangs frame the bottom half of his face, which is hidden by a sliding cover.

When he's "in uniform," Ben moves with freedom, grace, and daredevil confidence. Letting out a loud whoop as he sails between rooftops, he presents a striking contrast to his everyday life.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Self-Sacrificing ♦ Martyr Complex ♦ Considerate ♦ Bottled Up ♦

Ben sees events that happen around him through a lens of self-responsibility. If something terrible happens around him, his only choice is to do everything in his power to help. Having the abilities that he does, to him, means that he has more means to help others than normal people would---and thus he is obligated to do more than normal people can. As a result, he pushes back his own resentments and tries to suppress or hide all of his own problems. Rather than ask "why me, universe?" he instead tries to ask, "Why not me? Better me than them." whenever misfortune strikes.

As a result, he has a tendency to overwork himself and try to take on too many burdens at once. He is pulled taut in too many directions, and sometimes it seems like the only way he'd be satisfied with his life is by throwing it away for the sake of someone else. He doesn't open up to most people, and sometimes his insistence on "helping" can come across as unnecessary coddling, or a subtle backhanded put-down towards those who "can't do what he can." In a strange, self-contradictory way, his meek, other-serving nature comes from being convinced that he is held to higher expectations than others as a Gifted.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔

• Shades of blue
• Homemade burgers
• Playing the guitar
• Natural blondes
• Parkour

✘

• Any news station
• Spicy food (geographic tongue)
• Criminal Gifted
• Loud bass music
• The countryside

Abilities and Skills

Vellus hair is short, thin, light-colored, and barely noticeable hair that develops on most of a human’s body during childhood. However, Ben's vellus follicles instead work like miniature spinnerets all over his body to produce a black, supernaturally resilient and strong webbing. Ben has learned how to quickly braid or otherwise shape these webs, and how to "fire" them from his body, in order to produce a number of grapple lines, woven nets, and even "braces" tied around his body for protection.

• Web Types - Ben has learned how to produce webs with different qualities, though these sometimes depend on his diet and tend to run out faster than the "default."
  • Default Web - Proportionally the same as spider silk produced at the thickness of human hair, meaning that it is roughly 20 times stronger, more elastic, etc. Depending on how it's woven together it could even surpass that. It's safe to his webs would be capable of supporting many thousands of pounds...so long as whatever they were anchored to could also hold that much weight. Certainly not Ben's shoulder sockets.
  • Adhesive Web - Web produced in a liquid, glue like form. Ben can use this web in small globs at a time, allowing him to stick to surfaces, or coat another web type in order to catch targets like flies. However, this web can't be sprayed as far as other types, and rapidly dries to the point of peeling and flaking off once exposed to the air.
  • Elastic Web - Webs that have much less tensile strength (as in, they can be cut more easily) in exchange for stretching a great deal more and still popping back to their original shape/size. Ben uses these to launch himself like a slingshot, or quickly weave a net that can catch a thrown object and return it to sender with a little extra. This web can shoot the furthest, but it doesn't make for a good grapple line/swing line because applying force to it just causes it to stretch more.
  • Contracting Web - Webs that start off soft and fluffy like cotton string, but rapidly shrink down to something more like hard rubber, losing well over half their length in the process. The reaction seems sort of similar to muscle fiber contractions, triggered by the moment the web is "cut off" from the spinneret pore and its cells start to "die." As a result, Ben can shoot this web to an anchor point and then allow the contraction to "pull" him like a motorized grapple-gun. Once contracted, however, the web looses all elasticity and rapidly dries out, meaning it's essentially single use per shot.
  • Coating Web - Another liquid type like the adhesive, but also a contracting type in a sense. Ben can spray large globs of this fluid at one time, though it doesn't go far and can't be woven into anything. Like sealing foam, this web rapidly hardens into a crusty shell. In liquid form it's like a thick, sludgy mud, but after hardening is more comparable to epoxy rather than concrete. Unlike his other webs, it's water soluble and gets soft again when wet.
  • Wire Web - A web that shoots a middling distance, not as long as the default or elastic but further than the fluids. However, this web has been hardened to the point it behaves like a steel wire. It can't stretch, and doesn't bend or twist very well (especially after being cut off from his body, like the contracting type) and also does not stick well without help from the adhesive. It is, however, very similar in behavior to piano wire. This makes it Ben's only webbing type that has a direct offensive use besides swinging his body around: homemade razorwire, garrotes, and more.
• Web Braces - Ben uses the webbing to wrap padding around his joints, and sometimes to even make a full vest over his torso or wrappings around his legs. By "holding himself together" in such a way, both protecting and reinforcing himself, he can deliver much harder strikes than a normal human without injury. It also acts like Kevlar, binding fast moving objects that would otherwise cut or pierce him. It's more "bullet resistant" than it is "bullet proof," but it's definitely better than nothing!
• Web Whips - Aside from just flinging himself at people or throwing objects around, Ben's gotten pretty good at manipulating the midphalangeal webs of his hands into thicker braids that can be used like whips. Up to four whips---one for each finger, excluding the thumbs---can be created with each hand, and he manipulates them with a level of dexterity that would make a puppeteer jealous. Their knotted lengths inflict damage much like a flog.

| History |

"These were already antiques when I was a kid, sonny. They don't even make 'em no more...Although I guess now they'd be too boring, compared to reality, huh?"

Ben's grandfather was a Delta-level Gifted who managed to pass as a normal human being. But for family friends and neighbors, he was always willing to put his powers to work to make their lives easier. When young Ben asked why he was like this, compared to all the other Gifted who seemed to always be cowering or fighting for their lives, his grandfather took him up to the attic and showed him an old chest full of colorful papers and books. Some of them were literally a hundred years old or more---a collection that must've spanned most of his grandfather's life.

The man spent hours telling his grandson about those comics, and what the stories and characters were supposed to mean. What they were supposed to represent. Not government sponsored test-tube babies (although there was plenty of that in the plotlines). Not environmental eco-warriors (although there were a few authors that made the characters get plenty preachy). And definitely not any new, superior species of humanity (only the villains took that point of view). Ben began to see his grandfather as a real-life superhero.

Unfortunately, when Ben's own powers began to manifest, his parents acted as if they blamed his grandfather for it. As if the same genes weren't in them too. The family grew distant, and Ben became resentful of having to hide his own powers when there were so many opportunities to help people in need. His parents became more strict and controlling, limiting the boy until it almost seemed like he was permanently grounded. Of course, they had reason to fear---any night he was out alone by himself was a night he risked running into the Hunters---but for some reason they felt the only way they could get their points across was to have shouting matches in the living room. Ben eventually settled for just being extraordinarily helpful, polite, and kind to everyone he could, to try and make the world a better place one small step at a time...even if he could've done more, was it really worth the risks his parents were always talking about?

His grandfather got older. The man's health got worse. Ben's own life had gotten busy---he had to keep his powers a secret while going to school, trying to get a job, all that good stuff---and he wasn't able to visit the old man as much as he wanted to. One night, his grandfather called him, in a weak, shaky voice, to tell him that he wasn't doing very well. That he thought the end was near. Ben looked out the window at the city's twinkling night time skyline, and could already hear the verbal reaming he'd get from his parents if he went out, even though by this point he had his own car.

He told his grandfather that he would visit first thing in the morning, and that he loved him. They never got to speak to each other again.

Sitting at the old man's graveside, Ben listened to the hushed whispers of those who had known his grandfather as a younger man. How he'd used his powers to help wherever and whoever he could, regardless of the dangers of being exposed. Regardless of the prejudice normal humans had toward the Gifted. Regardless of the fact that his powers weren't, really, all that "powerful" to begin with.

Ben decided he would no longer let his life be ruled by fear. No more curfews. To hell with hiding his powers. If he could've been brave enough to run out and help anyone else, no questions asked, no reward necessary...then maybe he would've been brave enough to break curfew and go see an old man who was dying all alone.

Hunters and Rebels alike started to receive reports of a semi-costumed Gifted in the city. The individual seemed to show up at petty convenience store robberies, or at the site of car wrecks, and even occasionally at the scene of a Gifted-involved crime. People started calling him "Blackweb" because of all the...well, weird black webs he left dangling around. No one could figure out who he was with. What side he was on. Or who he was. Why he was doing these things.

Ben wasn't sure he needed a reason, anymore. He just felt that he had...a responsibility.

| Family |

Both Parents still living, both Gifted Carriers. One sister, aged 18, non-gifted. One paternal uncle, also Delta level Gifted, supposedly living in hiding---hasn't been seen in years, no contact with the family.

| Strengths |

• Free Runner - Athletic, flexible, energetic, and getting more well-practiced every day on "the job."
• Heart of Gold - Always willing to help, speaks kindly---well, unless he's fighting, maybe---generous giver of both time and effort.
• Analytical Mind - Always watching, always making notes, always thinking about the solution to the next problem.

| Weaknesses |

• Paying Attention to Everything - Misses the trees for the forest, sometimes, and has trouble committing to a single task. Wants to be everywhere at once.
• Rebellious Streak - Ever since his grandfather's death, he's grown more and more resentful and unruly towards strict rules and regulations like the ones his parents used to keep him under. He doesn't accept others in a leadership position over him very well.
• Dulcinea Effect - May very well be willing to sacrifice everything for a perfect stranger he met three minutes ago, if he feels that's what "a hero" would do.

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The Other

| Theme Song |

When I Swing By – Miracle of Sound
_{”Wisdom is earned
In the dark I keep believing
A fallen guide can be like losing part of you ”}

| Extra Information |

Ben's last relationship was actually quite positive by all accounts. However, once he made the decision to become a vigilante, he used his grandfather's death as a plausible cause of a "severe mental breakdown" in order to make his girlfriend believe that was the reason for their breakup. She didn't know he was a Gifted, and thus he saw her not only as an innocent bystander that he didn't want to be involved with his new lifestyle, but also as a potential risk. He still doesn't know, to this day, whether she would've turned him in to the Hunters if he revealed himself. The accumulated guilt of all this weighs heavily on him even though he enjoys his newfound freedom far more than he did his old, comfortable life.

[bugmeat]

WEIR, BARRE | 'ASKLEPIAN'

ASKLEPIAN !

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Basic Information

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| Name |

Barre Weir

| Code Name |

Asklepian

| Age |

29

| Gender |

Nonbinary; they/them

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Delta

| Allegiance |

Republic; The Hunters

| In-Depth Appearance |

Barre stands at roughly 5’9” (~175cm) and has a gaunt, unimpressive physique. With a tendency to slouch, a permanently somber look, and a soft, cautious gait, they give the impression of somebody who’d like very much to disappear from view. A dense spray of freckles brings a vaguely endearing quality to their otherwise sullen face and they appear to be incapable of speaking without gesturing along erratically with a pair of thin, spidery hands.

Barre is missing their left (non-dominant) index finger and bears plenty of scars, significant and otherwise, across their body; as is to be expected, really.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Considerate ♦ Neurotic ♦ Measured ♦ Fearful ♦

At a glance, Barre is so unobtrusive and soft-spoken that they’re easy to overlook altogether. This is entirely the point. Barre recognizes that they are a small cog in a very large machine, and they have years of conditioning to thank for a deep and fundamental fear of falling out, being replaced, or being deemed unsuitable. In Barre’s eyes, the only thing worse than being a Hunter is no longer being a Hunter; no longer having the guarantee of security that their position grants, though tenuous. No matter how bad things may be and no matter what they've endured to become a Hunter, it will always, always be preferable to becoming hunted.

So, Barre wears the face of Asklepian with care. Asklepian is warm and well-behaved. Asklepian is punctual. Asklepian is patient, professional, and understanding of their superiors. Asklepian knows their place. Asklepian does not have disruptive opinions. Asklepian is reliable; a good sport. Asklepian can manage whatever work is set out for them, please, don’t even worry about it. Asklepian believes in Operation Tartarus, and they are an indispensable component in the continued capture and control of other Gifted.

This is the face that they lead with. It has always been the safest option, and Barre has clung to this demeanor for so long that it can't rightfully be called an act (well--an act of self-preservation, maybe). While Barre may not necessarily be a 'true believer', they're in so deep that it hardly matters either way. They're self-aware enough to know that, and even self-aware enough to be occasionally mortified by their own kiss-assery. Luckily for Barre, after years spent perfecting the art of checking out entirely--and with the help of numerous chemical numbing factors--they now navigate their day-to-day through a thick, insulating mental haze that has made it oh so easy to compartmentalize, to never have to reconcile their horror at the treatment of other Gifted with the fact that they actively contribute to it, and to barely have to feel that horror at all anymore.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Music, dancing (poorly & in private), napping, routine, alone time, all things sour or spicy
✘Combat, nitrile gloves, social events, self-analysis, heat-related injuries, indirect communication

| Abilities and Skills |

THE HEALER — Barre's ability allows them to heal a myriad of physical ailments so long as they can establish skin-to-skin contact with the wounded. Ruptured organs, broken bones, flesh wounds, even severed limbs (provided the detached bit is still on hand and reasonably fresh; Barre can't regenerate parts of themself or others, but they can help stick pieces back on with enough effort), all of it can be cured, and all that pain can be taken away by the careful touch of Asklepian.

The significant drawback to Barre's Gift, though, is that the pain has to be felt by somebody. Upon healing an injury, Barre then experiences the pain of it in their own body and, if they're worn too thin and taking on more than they ought to without pause—overwhelming their ‘capacity’, so to speak-–, these phantom wounds can begin to manifest physically. The pain doesn't tend to linger in Barre for as long as it might have on the original victim had they been allowed to heal naturally, and Barre does heal faster than the average person, but both of these points can quickly become moot if and when Barre is tasked with handling a high quantity of injuries. Their threshold is high, but it is not limitless.

THE ENHANCEMENTS — In an effort to counteract the side effects of their power, Barre has undergone various procedures to acquire implants intended to mitigate their body's pain response, including nerve stimulators and a device for intrathecal drug delivery. They're routinely supplied with a litany of oral medications to bolster the work of the implants, as well.

There has been some discussion around replacing parts of Barre’s body with prosthetics or otherwise synthetic material. Hypothetically, this may prevent them from ever manifesting the injuries that they take from others no matter how much strain they’re put under. This plan has yet to be put into action.

THE IMPOSSIBLE — Barre can do a lot, but there are instances in which the best they can do is cross their fingers and hope for the best.

• As mentioned previously, Barre cannot regrow lost limbs for themself or others. They can always attempt to reattach limbs, but success is largely determined by the state of the detached part. A mangled, rotting arm probably isn't going to make it back onto the body—and if it miraculously does, it certainly won't work as well as it once had.
• Their attempts at treating illnesses have been met with little success. Barre's Gift allows them to repair what is damaged, to stitch muscle and skin back together, to force breaks to seal and contusions to dissipate. In all their efforts, they have yet to successfully expel viruses or bacteria from a body. As a matter of fact, the consequences of Barre attempting to heal an injury that's become infected could be rather severe.
• Barre cannot raise the dead.

THE REST — Barre has the same degree of first-aid training and knowledge that your standard combat medic might have. They don’t just stick their hands up peoples’ shirts and hope for the best.

| History |

Oh, it was over from the start.

Barre was born to a scientist that had sunk years of research and dedication into supporting Operation Tartarus and The Hunters, a woman who sought (like many others) to establish a clear advantage over the Gifted, particularly those troubling pockets of insurgency. Frustrated that Hunter technology was constantly needing to be overhauled or scrapped in order to keep up with the varied and powerful Gifted that would often rear their head in defiance of the world order, this woman came to the conclusion that there would be no winning this fight without incorporating more Gifted into the ranks of The Hunters.

So she set out to make her crowning contribution to the effort.

Through deeply unethical means, Barre’s mother brought three children into the world with the hopes of them carrying Gifts similar to those of their fathers, who all resided in prison camps at the time and since been promptly disposed of. She succeeded with two of these children and sent the giftless third someplace where she wouldn’t have to waste her time on it.

Barre’s power became evident just before puberty, and it developed slowly but surely. There was a time in their life when they could hardly heal a skinned knee without having to sport the wound themself, but practice and maturation helped grow Barre’s ‘capacity’, so to speak; each year they were able to do more and more good for others before their body began to break. Once they were older (old enough, anyway), Barre was routinely brought by their mother to assist with research efforts with the unspoken agreement made by all that this child was simply another tool of the trade. Their first task in the name of Operation Tartarus was to provide round-the-clock healing to Gifted being held for testing and examination. Data collection gets to soar to an all time high when you don’t need to put your tests on hold while a subject recovers from their injuries. In this way, their work allowed for breakthroughs in Hunter weaponry at the low, low price of carrying the pain of each of those Gifted prisoners, and knowing that there would be more to come.

Eventually, Barre was pulled from their unofficial gig with research & development and properly integrated into The Hunters. Around this time, too, they underwent several operations intended to improve their pain threshold via medications and implants, and many in-depth examinations designed to fully explore the extent of their power (whether they can treat illnesses, whether they can heal body parts that they don’t personally possess, and so on). Training went abysmally, but through it Barre was able to hone the art of quietly, seamlessly slipping into autopilot. With the help of everything the doctors had provided to help them carry the weight of their healing a little easier, it became as effortless as breathing to simply go away for a while and let all their fear and discomfort fade to static.

In recent times, Barre’s role has shifted more to looking after others on the force and providing near-immediate emergency care for other Hunters (they’re not great when it comes to the ‘kicking down doors’ bit, but there is always a benefit to dragging around a tactically-trained supermedic in this day and age), though they are still regularly called upon to assist with testing and examination in the same capacity as before.

| Family |

Barre knows for sure that their mother is out there, working to further the goals of Operation Tartarus elsewhere; always at some other facility, always miles away. The whereabouts and status of their father (who is super dead) and siblings stopped meaning anything to them ages ago.

| Strengths |

• PAIN TOLERANCE — It’s what they’re built for. Barre can endure an obscene amount of damage before falling out.
• SURVIVOR — It’s an uphill battle, but it’s the only one Barre’s good at. No matter how undignified it may be, Barre will consistently do what needs to be done to assure their own safety and survival; even if that means flouting previously-sworn-by convictions. Hypocrisy is a small price to pay for a pulse.
• SUPPORT MAIN — Barre knows how to play to their strengths, and their crowning forte is not leading the charge. This is your first-aid kit, your Nurse Nightingale. This is the person you want tending to the wounded, managing inventory, and passing out juice boxes. All that unglamorous housekeeping shit is their bread and butter.

| Weaknesses |

• MEDIOCRE COMBATANT — You can cover Barre in whatever kind of armor you like, stick the fanciest weapons in their hands, and they’ll try their best...but their best is nothing special. They aren’t so bad as to be an active hindrance, but they’re damned lucky that they aren’t being kept around for their combat proficiency.
• SQUISHY — Exacerbated by the above point. Barre isn’t impervious to damage (no bullet-proof skin, no innate shielding quality, nothing), just preternaturally good at handling it once it’s happened. If an Alpha-class Gifted really wanted to squish them like a bug, it could all be over in seconds.
• BRAIN FOG — To put it mildly. Barre has coped with their circumstances by being out of touch for so long that it’s difficult for them to know how to react when something outside of the usual occurs. They’re extremely good at their routine and can be relied upon to perform their li’l duties so long as it’s all the same stuff they’ve been doing for years, but if you knock them off script or pull them out of their element, expect a lot of vacant staring and hand-wringing.
• PAIN TOLERANCE — One of the most impressive things that Barre has going for them is also one of the most risky. Just because you no longer process the pain of an injury doesn’t mean that you’re not injured, and Barre has reached a point where they can no longer accurately gauge what their own breaking point is until it’s happened. While they’re lucky enough to be innately built to cope with a high degree of damage, they aren’t invulnerable, and it is getting harder and harder for them to remember that.

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The Other

| Theme Song |

BODYSNATCHERS – RADIOHEAD
<sub>”HAS THE LIGHT GONE OUT FOR YOU?
BECAUSE THE LIGHT'S GONE OUT FOR ME
IT IS THE "21ST" CENTURY
IT IS THE "21ST" CENTURY

IT CAN FOLLOW YOU LIKE A DOG
IT BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES
THEY GOT A SKIN AND THEY PUT ME IN
THEY GOT A SKIN AND THEY PUT ME IN--”</sub>

| Extra Information |

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