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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Given Middle Surname _________________________________________________________ Month Xxx,Year | Age | Ethnicity/Race _________________________________________________________ Marital Status | Gender | Sexuality _________________________________________________________ Home City | State | Country _________________________________________________________ House | Team 21 - Blackjack
C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
◼ B U I L D || Descriptor(s) ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Descriptor(s) ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Colour ◼ H E I G H T || Measurement ◼ W E I G H T || Measurement ◼ S C A R S || Descriptor(s) ◼ T A T T O O S || Descriptor(s) ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Descriptor(s) ◼ O T H E R || Descriptor(s)
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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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 || T B D __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || TBD __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || TBD __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD
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L I M I T A T I O N S || T B D
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W E A K N E S S E S || T B D
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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
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P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
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W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
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I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
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Power Scale and Threat Level will need to be discussed with the GM(s) for any applicable NPCs. For all non-Hyperhumans characters, these cells will be noted with an 'N/A'.
M E M B E R S O F H . E . L . P .: M E M B E R S O F H . E . L . P .:
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Lorcán Kendall Roth _________________________________________________________ July 23rd, 2007 | 21 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Prince Rupert | British Columbia | Canada _________________________________________________________ House Canis | Team 21 - Blackjack
C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
◼ B U I L D || Athletic, Lean ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Light Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Orange ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-11" ◼ W E I G H T || 177lbs ◼ S C A R S || See Full Description ◼ T A T T O O S || Lorcán's right arm has a three quarter sleeve starting with a Vegvisir on his shoulder that leads into a wyvern flying above a tall ship riding a wave coming out of a map that breaks up into a flock of birds and ends in a phoenix just below the elbow on the underside of his forearm. The entire piece is done in a monochromatic palette. ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Small studs in his ears ◼ O T H E R || None
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
The day that Lorcán Kendall Roth was born was the day that his father, Aiden Roth turned in his badge to the Bureau of Hyperhuman Enforcement, Logistics & Protection. The product of parental abandonment, Aiden swore always to be available to his son and couldn't risk constantly being deployed by the the Hyperhuman Investigation Tactical Unit. Resigning as a Field Agent, Aiden and his wife, Victoria 'Tori' Roth moved from the Bureau's base housing into the Alumni Village on Dundas Island.
Lorcán ultimately would be born on the mainland at the Prince Rupert Regional Hospital, arriving on July 18, 2008, at the unholy hour of 5:32am. Raised in the Alumni Village, Lorcán was homeschooled from an early age, surrounded only by Hyperhumans that made up the community of the Alumni Village. In many ways, Lorcán led a very sheltered life, living among only the people who loved and accepted him wholly for who and what he was. When he was old enough to be properly enrolled into the Pacific Royal Collegiate program at the age of fourteen, he finally began to interact with people who had faced the adversity of the mainland simply for existing. Lorcán's eyes were slowly opened to the privileged youth he had thus far experienced and his wanderlust for the world beyond the school and its island was awakened.
With that wanderlust came first the interest in aviation, then the passion that fueled Lorcán through numerous classes of mathematics and physics that would have otherwise put even the studious young adult into a slumber to rival that of the fairy tale princess.
During Lorcán's junior collegiate year things began to change both at P.R.C.U and on Dundas Island. The Hyperhuman Terrorist known as Hyperion directly attacked Pacific Royal. This was made worse by the reveal that Hyperion was masquerading as Dr. Jonas Lehrer, a man who had been like a grandfather to Lorcán. In the aftermath, neither Lorcán nor his parents could accurately determine when the Jonas they knew had started being Kowalski, and the feeling was sickening for the family. His father, Aiden, in particular, carries a lot of guilt for not seeing through the deception.
Graduating from the collegiate program and embarking on a new adventure of higher learning, Lorcán enrolled in the aerospace engineering program. Despite his schedule being burdened with studies, Lorcán still finds time to participate in various athletics include Intramurals. Assigned to Team Blackjack, Lorcán made quick friends with his teammates, at least from his perspective. The last three years have been a whirlwind, but there is one thing that remains a constant.
Blackjack is always the wild card.
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
"Uniform is mandatory, I'm really more of a Cobain or a Dean."
Before his final year at Pacific Royal, Lorcán had always sported his hair in a long, flowing mane of locks. However, in the summer following third year, Lorcán opted to cut it short and has been slowly growing it back out since. The change was drastic enough that when he first came home even his own parents didn't recognize him. Naturally sandy brown, it tends to border on blonde or even red in some light due to bleaching from both the ocean and sun. His hair is wavy and generally tousled from the ocean even when cut short.
That aside, Lorcán himself is a young man of average height with a lean muscular build of someone who engages in regular athletic activities. His hair ranges from a sandy brown in the summer due to discoloring by the sun and salt water to more of a chestnut brown during the winter months. He has a fair complexion, maintain a fairly healthy diet. Lorcán isn't one for big meals, instead grazing throughout the day and is rarely without snacks on his person.
His eyes are orange in colour, appearing copper in duller light and nearly fiery in direct sun. Though more often than not, Lorcán covers his eyes with a pair of red lensed aviators. These are often paired with an old black H.I.T. ball cap that is always either on Lorcán's head or tucked in his backpocket. His other usual accessory being a small rucksack.
On his left arm, Lorcán sports a scar from his own lightning, leaving Lichtenberg Figure decorating the surface of his bicep and elbow. Otherwise Lorcán has several small scars from various dirt biking, surfing and Hyperball accidents. His right arm on the other hand is covered in a three quarter sleeve starting with a Vegvisir on his shoulder that leads into a wyvern flying above a tall ship riding a wave coming out of a map that breaks up into a flock of birds and ends in a phoenix just below the elbow on the underside of his forearm. The entire piece is done in a monochromatic palette. He has both of his ear lobes pierced, though rarely has anything other than two small black studs in.
A fan of layers, when out of uniform, Lorcán is rarely caught without a an adaptable outfit due to a lifetime of living on the island. He's prepared for the heat of the day while also having a jacket or pair of pants on hand. On a cool morning he'll layer pants over his shorts to tear away later in the day. Likewise with shirts in that he'll wear a button up over a t-shirt or tanktop and adjust with the day's temperature. His personal taste calls for a reliance on the colour blue with garments made primary of leather and denim.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
"Y'know, cursing is a sign of a weak mind and weaker character."
Born into a privilege that few other Hyperhumans have ever experienced, Lorcán grew up surrounded by acceptance and support in an environment with everything he could have ever wanted or needed was provided.
To some, this makes Lorcán entitled. He doesn't understand the value of money, he doesn't understand the distrust of another or the anxiety of living in a world where you're hated. In many ways, Lorcán is the product of a utopian society.
As a product of his environment, he's a calm and confident young man, but not the point of arrogance or cockiness. Lorcán reacts first and foremost out of kindness, seemingly void of most ulterior motives as acts of greed or self-gain have never been motivators for him.
Lorcán possesses a dry wit, often making wry comments if attempting humour. He is burdened with wanderlust, wanting to explore the world that is so foreign to him. An optimist in most situations, Lorcán balances this outlook with a heavy dose of realism, especially in the wake of the disenchantment his semi-charmed look undertook in hindsight with the events of Hyperion.
A born mediator, Lorcán has a long fuse and is usually very slow to anger but explosive when his limit is reached. He's not easily discouraged, borderline stubborn in most situations, but wallows and broods when brought down. He's not without a jealous streak, nor an overprotectiveness and the combination of these two can lead to a fiery outburst.
He's a hopeless romantic but shy. Lorcán is the kind of guy to make you a playlist or write a poem but not the kind to pull off an epic prom-posal. Sweet, kind and tender when comfortable, cold and distant when uncomfortable.
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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 E A T M A N I P U L A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || ELECTROMAGNETIC __POWER SCALE || 6 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Δ
Lorcán possesses the ability to rapidly increase temperature through the manipulation of HZE ions in the surrounding area or objects. This ability allows him to create and release fire and when concentrated, focused into sustained plasma or even lightning though the process of thermal ionization. Alternatively, Lorcán cause the air, bodies of liquid or other objects to rapidly increase in temperature to the point of boiling, melting or otherwise destabilizing. Due to his abilities, Lorcán runs hotter than the average human, to the point that rain and snow on his skin will produce steam. When using his abilities, Lorcán is protected from the extreme heat by a shield of electromagnetic energy created when his abilities are active.
As Lorcán's abilities produce anything from a simple flame to a gout of lightning, the temperatures he produces range from 900°F to 50,000°F. In the case of lightning, it cannot be sustained as even Lorcán's protective barrier will not last against sustained temperatures of that magnitude. The heat can also be invisible and simply limited to increasing the ambient temperature or focused on increasing the temperature around or within a specific target.
Like most Exoteric abilities, Lorcán is dependent upon HZE ions being present and in the event they aren't, he will expend his stores rather rapidly through the nature of his abilities.
Lorcán can expel his abilities from any part of his body, though it is easiest to control the expulsion through striking surfaces such as his fists and feet. Due to being tutored by his father, Lorcán is also able to focus his eyes and use them to ignite the HZE ions in his direct line of sight. In addition to the obvious offensive applications of his abilities, Lorcán can focus them in other applications such as using a concentrated plasma beam to cut metal, or creating a rapid expulsion to boost his jumps or superheating the air to slow a fall.
L I M I T A T I O N S || T B D
Lorcán suffers from the shared limitations of all Hyperhumans such as access to available HZEs, stamina limits and synchronization with the Hyperhumans around him.
His personal limitations revolve around control and range. As his abilities are built around raising the thermal level in his immediate vicinity, Lorcán has to focus to reduce the range of his abilities to produce effects such as fire, plasma or lightning. The wider the range of effect, the more effort it takes to increase the temperature and the more draining his abilities are.
With a wider area of effect comes the increased risk of friendly fire this requiring Lorcán to retain tight reins on his active abilities and an intense focus to direct his abilities to ensure there are no friendly causalities.
Lorcán can produce gouts and blasts of fire in a melee range without much effort, but a ranged attack like a blast of lightning or a fireball takes focus and more importantly time to produce and direct. Once it leaves Lorcán, he is no longer in control and it will travel along its directed path.
W E A K N E S S E S || T B D
Like all Hyperhumans, Lorcán is vulnerable to Electron Beam Irradiation. When under an EBI assualt, Lorcán abilities are disrupted, as the HZEs in the immediate area are neutralized. Likewise, Lorcán has a very difficult time using his abilities in extreme cold or in situations where the temperature is being driven down, actively working against his own abilities.
While Lorcán could theoretically create lightning in a space without oxygen, he could not create fire. In a vacuum, however Lorcán would be actively working against the freezing temperatures not to mention unable to breathe.
Were Lorcán sprayed with, or covered by a fire retardant, his abilities would be severely hampered if not completely nullified. Likewise, constantly being doused with water would prevent Lorcán from producing flames or raising the temperature to his full potential.
Lastly, Lorcán's abilities don't grant him any additional durability thus leaving him vulnerable to physical attacks from blunt, edged or range weapons. Nor does Lorcán have any sort of protection from mental attacks from Hyperhumans who possess those abilities.
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
◼ D R I V E R || If it has wheels and engine, Lorcán can make it go. ◼ M E C H A N I C || He's fairly handy with a wrench and spanner. ◼ P I L O T || Amateur of course, but he's flown a crop duster or two. ◼ S A I L O R || First star to the right and straight on until dawn. Well hello, sailor. ◼ S U R F E R || You can find Lorcán in the ocean nearly every morning. ◼ S K I L L || Descriptor(s)
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◼ B A S S I S T || A member of the low end nation. ◼ P H O T O G R A P H Y || Loves to capture the moment. ◼ P R A G M A T I C || Adapatble on the fly and capable of making use of what's at hand. ◼ T A L E N T || Descriptor(s)
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ B A L L C A P || An agent's standard ballcap. It's a little worn. ◼ R U C K S A C K || A small black backpack with numerous pockets ◼ S U N G L A S S E S || A pair of red lensed, black framed aviators. ◼ A T T I R E N A M E || Item Description.
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◼ B A S S G U I T A R || A vintage Rickenbacker 4001 in Fireglo red. ◼ C A M E R A || A fairly new DSLR Camera complete with accessories. ◼ S K A T E B O A R D || A simple black skateboard with flames. ◼ S U R F B O A R D || A blue ombre surfboard decorated with raging lightning ◼ I T E M N A M E || Item Description.
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◼ B O A R D W A X || Works both for cutting waves and last minute hair control. ◼ K N I F E || A simple black utility folding lock knife, has notches in the blade for stripping wires. ◼ R E A D I N G G L A S S E S || Corrective lenses for a mild astigmatism. Large, black thick rimmed glasses. ◼ T O O L N A M E || Item Description.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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◼ Due to a lifetime of living in what essentially is a commune on Dundas Island where goods and services are simply available for those who need, or at the very least only subject to the barter system, Lorcán doesn't understand the value of money or currency and only has a basic academic understanding of the concept and its use.
◼ Lorcán hates riding animals, especially horses which he refers to as stubborn at both ends and tricky in the middle.
◼ Lorcán's goals in life primarily revolve around resolving his wanderlust, obliging his ambition and living out an idealized romance. While he still has plenty of maturing to do in each of these goals, Lorcán isn't one with a secret agenda or a hidden motive.
◼ A product of the 'ideal' Hyperhuman society, a lot of Lorcán's plots will deal with learning about the world beyond Dundas Island and the realities of how the rest of the world treats Hyperhumans. The Foundation will also open Lorcán's eyes to other approaches to Hyperhuman living. All while dealing with the usual struggles in the life of a young adult, the angst, romance and thrill of it all. -
P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
"Don't be ashamed to want more." Lorcán answered, leaning back with crossed arms over his chest. His feet pushed up against the legs of the table between him and the interviewer, rocking the chair he sat on back and forth subtly as the interviewer waited for a further answer.
"P.R.C.U. can't be your only pursuit. Classes are great, intramurals great, but make some friends, and have some fun. Skip a class or two. Slow down, breathe in the sea breeze and watch a gull fly." The young man continued.
"Take the time to enjoy the moment, be present in the present. Then, find a way to make the world better than you found it. Invest in people, and leave them better than you found them. Let others invest in you, open up, let them in and maybe they'll do the same for you. The school might be an island, but each of us can't be and that's the only way we're going to make this world better for everyone."
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
"I started here at the age of thirteen." Lorcán answered with a wry smile.
"My aspirations weren't exactly a forethought, at the time the idea of being a H.E.R.O. or a H.I.T. agent was the appeal. Use my powers for good, save other Hyperhumans, fight bad guys. Y'know cowboy antics." Lorcán leaned back against his chair considering the second part of the question.
"Fundamentally, I think I was always yearning to see the world beyond this island. That hasn't changed, but the idea of conflict and bureaucracy is fairly draining. After everything with Hyperion, I'd be just as happy on a sloop sailing the world."
He straightened up suddenly.
"But," He began, "My Dad from a young age instilled a sense of duty and obligation to help where it's needed, whether it's asked for or not. And this world needs H.E.L.P., whether they know it or not."
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
Lorcán sharply inhaled, his orange eyes darting from the interviewer to the blinking red light on the camera. A face came to mind as he thought, his heart began to beat a little faster, his face flushing as his already high body temperature soared even higher. Centring himself, Lorcán slowly exhaled as he cultivated his answer before raising his head to meet the waiting eyes across the table.
"Don't wait until your final year to tell the girl you like her." He answered with a half smile, his eyes darting to the left as memories of the last few years came flooding back. Missed opportunities beneath the stars of the Southern Plateau, fleeting looks during Practical Ability Training, shared notes and borrowed pens in class. Her smile lit up his world and his name had never sounded better than when it came from between her lips, but alas, Lorcán for all his bravado had never attempted his true feelings for her.
"Because you never know when it'll be too late."
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
◼ B U I L D || Slim ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Black ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 167 cm ◼ W E I G H T || 55 kg ◼ S C A R S || peculiar clusters located on her thighs, fingers, and lower back. ◼ T A T T O O S || expansive murals of snakes and birds; mammal skulls, shadowed out profiles, and miscellaneous practice flashes from various artists. most noticeable is the scrawl of unique penmanship on her throat; spelling out a name. ◼ P I E R C I N G S || lobes marked by dainty studs, and her septum pierced with a loop of gold. ◼ O T H E R || n/a.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
The powerful thrive in a world of the damned, souls begone and forlorn of struggles and differences. Amma is the advocate for the depraved and the unhinged; she is rage, she is pain, she is the unexpected and the always desired. A glutton of the insatiable and the harbinger of the unknown and misunderstood. Sensuous in her debut of pallid skin and striking eyes with a temperament that begets cruel assumptions from the herald of power quaking through her mortal countenance. Lips pouted on feral smiles of gleaming bone and manic laughter as she stands before the maker -- as she was held before her mother with fissures of silver and red tearing through bones and flesh. Weeping eyes and screams of wood splintering through the sphere of chaos that rent asunder gothic spires and forced eyes heavenward in prayer.
Charlotte Cahors adored her daughter, once, as an only child born out of wedlock, a gift from the man that came and went on whispered promises of matrimony. These would never come to pass, the man a mystery of shadow in memoriam and spoken of fondly if not wistfully from the loss of meant-to-bes. Amma worshipped her, for she was god in the eyes of her youth. Even when those eyes turned brighter, and brighter, and brighter, when serpentines coils of something broke across cherub bearings and dainty hands. Charlotte Cahors only held onto her all the more. And if she held on a little too tightly and a little too harshly, Amma never said. She was afraid, alone, as memory and broadcasts of persecution and ruin sired the desperations to hide what Amma was undoubtedly turning into - what she was becoming.
The world is never fair for the different, for the misunderstood. For simply being not-as-we-should.
Complexity wrought hell through a mind caged, a resentment that festered for simply being what life had christened as otherworldly. A multifaceted creature that grew under critical scrutiny from forces unseen. The world was enthralled to wherever she stood, manipulated by a flicker of a lash, to the shuddering breath, to the clenched fist that scored crescent smiles into her palms. Amma struggled within and without, until the Alexandria Foundation came to collect on the tears of her mother -- "Forgive me, dove. They said you had to go; they said they could help you!" There was fear laden there, a sorrowful circumstance that saw creator turned against the beloved creation. Amma felt the sting of betrayal with stoic malice as the doors to the Institute yielded to the force that was she.
She was only ten years old.
A year ago, through a long negotiation trial courtesy of H.E.L.P, Amma was penned for a transfer from the Institute to P.R.C.U. Utterances and speculation gather that she just wasn't fitting in; a waspish woman, vain incarnate and struck with hubris. Amma heralded to the concept of the individual rather than the place as a whole -- it was just fine. Better.
Because who else could she trust, for the world was meant for such selfish creatures.
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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 || Destructive Force Manipulation __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Fundamental __POWER SCALE || 7 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Γ
She would dub it pure chaos, the manifestation of what the world needed, for why else would it allowed to be so.
Amma can shape and manipulate HZE ions, gather them to her person liken to a selfish lover, and in result induce destructive forces: erasing the existence of anything, controlling how something might be destroyed, nullify certain materials and objects - perfect nihilism, she would say. This is achieved sometimes by accelerating HZEs surrounding a target, causing molecules to be ripped apart to the degree of an explosion. Other instances produce a slow decay, manipulating HZE ions to be corrosive, almost plague like wherein a black cloud-like plume descends onto her target. Organic materials are sometimes subject to her whims by the HZEs present within their own biology, sometimes being erased entirely into what she affectionately dubs the Void.
Through the grace of touch, HZEs gather, flaring bright and even reflecting into the depths of her eyes, humming with an esoteric tune whilst her fingers pluck and arch and dig and dig. Illuminating cracks through the gloom that tear through the opposition until nothing remains.
L I M I T A T I O N S ||
Some instances depend on an emotional state, as many powers would be. Amma's often peculiar detachment from sentiment influences how easily it might be to persuade HZEs to her or the ones existing within another. Other circumstances would spell a loss of control, for if she does not concentrate long, sometimes HZEs scatter and cause disfiguring to other objects in her range. Such range can be limited due to Amma's difficulty directing and manipulating HZEs if such is not at least harnessed through the prism of influence of at least thirty-three feet. Smaller objects or people are far easier to destroy, whilst larger targets or opponents might be able to disrupt the HZEs long enough to flee. Creatures mortal and non with regenerative capabilities are the antithesis to her power.
W E A K N E S S E S ||
Any tool or weapon adapted to deliver Electron Beam Irradiation, Amma cannot destory, no matter how hard she tries. If she were to be immobilized by her hands being bound, and eyes blinded, she would be rendered defenseless, as she is only able to manipulate forces within direct contact or by direct ocular focus. Thirty-three feet is the current sphere of which Amma can reach, even one inch beyond, she cannot manipulate no matter how much she expands her reserves. The reasons for such are unknown, but correct training could expand her reach.
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
◼ Bilingual || French is her first language, English her second. She can understand bits and pieces of German, but is not fluent by any means.
◼ Contortionist || Amma is freakishly flexible.
◼ Clandestine || Want something done without anyone knowing, she's your girl. Have secrets to utter? She'll take them to the grave; but maybe she'll use them to her advantage first.
◼ Perception || Perhaps she sees and notices a little more than you want her to; too bad.
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◼ Singing || A siren call beckons. Mostly wistful and forlorn lullabies once sung to her by her mother.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ Fidget Rings || Amma's inked and scarred fingers are adorned with multiple rings of varying shades from gold, bronze, and silver. Each with a peculiar attachment. Often she twists and twirls them through out the day.
◼ Alternative || Amma wears a variety of alternative style clothing, often in shades of grey or black, with minuscule splashes of muted colors. She opts for a looser fit with cropped hems that reveal most of her inked flesh, her wardrobe varies from sweaters that drape off of lithesome shoulders to harnesses that add a bit more structure.
◼ Uniform || She'll wear the damn thing, sure, and look good in it. It's different. Doesn't mean she has to like it.
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◼ Essentials || What is necessary for a student's day to day.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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◼ Her codename was once Tiamat.
◼ Why was Amma transferred to P.R.C.U - what occurred to influence H.E.L.P to intervene with negotiation and plying tactics that spanned for nearly half a year. Was such voluntary or involuntary. What was the deciding factor in the Institute that convinced them to let her go.
◼ Redemption is an absolute force stricken upon the vain and wicked. For a woman suddenly told she has to work within a team, to shed the alias she has carried for so long, what will it take to convince Amma to fend for her peers and work alongside them without biting -- unless they ask, of course.
◼ Where is Charlotte Cahors? Once the Institute doors closed, her mother disappeared, much like her father. Who is the man that remains a shadow in her dreams and where did the woman who once was her everything vanish to. Is it revenge that compels Amma's search, to return the betrayal that no child should endure. -
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
She scoffs, a muttering of breath that whistles through her teeth as her lashes flutter high in an eye-roll. "You're joking with me, right? I'd tell them all to run for the hills."
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
There's a grin marked across her cheeks, all obtuse and bright and feral. "Ask the people who put me here."
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
◼ 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 || 6’8 ◼ W E I G H T || 277 lbs ◼ S C A R S || Teeth marks on right hand ◼ T A T T O O S || N/A ◼ P I E R C I N G S || N/A ◼ O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Born in Bloemfontein, South Africa, Katja was the second born child 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 all changed with the Hyperriots of 2016. 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. While there was an attempt to keep the Krugers’ Hyperhuman status a secret, Katja’s awakening would quickly manifest itself publicly during a school physical exam where she weighed in at triple the weight she sould’ve been. This revelation almost immediately led to Katja becoming an outcast at her school, and the Krugers in their local community. Often their house would be vandalized with graffiti or a brick through their windows. At one point their house has even been shot at in a drive-by. Needless to say, Katja’s social life in High Point was over.
Despite the 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.
A starry eyed Katja went to PRCU with great hopes. She thought that she’d finally be able to live out a normal student life which the Mundane world had denied her. But those hopes soon turned to dust with the attacks by Hyperion. Katja tried her best to leave these events behind her and pick up her new academic life at the school. She joined House Alces while deciding to major in History. She also reinforced the Chimeras, PRCU’s very own Hyperball team. But the attacks and Hyperion’s eventual defeat would still have a great impact on Katja’s time in PRCU, as she never managed to truly leave those events behind.
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
Coming in at 6’8 and weighing nearly 280lbs, saying that Katja stands out amongst a crowd would be an understatement. Her towering height and muscular physique give the young woman an imposing physique. 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, making her seem like a jolly giant. 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 physical fitness, like sleeveless tops, short sleeved shirts, shorts or short skirts. Often these clothes are from PRCU’s own sports team, the Chimeras, or the Alces sports team. Katja does sometimes like to wear cargo pants and hoodies though. In terms of footwear she either wears sneakers or heavy duty boots.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
Headstrong, earnest, impulsive and outgoing, 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 and will try to cheer her friends on, no matter the adversity. 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. She always wears her heart on her sleeve, always speaking honestly about what she thinks of things, even if it might not be something her conversation partner might want to hear. 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 and stubborn, 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. She is also a very sore loser and if possible will demand instant rematches until she finally secures that much coveted victory.
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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 __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD
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’s body becomes much heavier and resilient then you’d at first glance expect of her. It basically turns her into a human wrecking ball, able to endure great amounts of punishment while also being almost unstoppable by traditional physical obstacles once she has some momentum behind her. And despite the added mass, it does not seem to impact her movement at all. This is because the density of everything in her body is affected by her powers, from her skin all the way down to the bones.
Over the years at PRCU Katja has managed to further develop her powers. Now she is able to focus her ability specifically on increasing the density of her muscle fibers. This results in much more powerful muscles, giving her the ability to exert much more strength than would normally be the case. In layman's terms: She gets super strength. However, she has only recently acquired this ability and she has much to learn about how to fully utilize it.
L I M I T A T I O N S || Weight, Practicality, Energy
Increasing the potency of her ability is like increasing the strength of any muscle in the human body. It requires lots of training and time. Currently Katja is able to make her body almost as dense as tungsten, making her tough enough to shrug off most projectiles from firearms, with the exception being anti-material rifles. While there is some resistance to damage from temperature based attacks, think flamethrowers or freezing, Katja will still experience the same level of pain that any mundane person would have when they’re exposed to these types of attacks.
At her max density Katja will weigh 5300 lbs which brings complications of its own. For instance, she couldn’t go to her max if she was on a glass surface without immediately cracking it and falling through. And if she’s in an area where collateral damage should be avoided at all costs, then that’s going to make it almost impossible for her to use her powers. As for her strength, the maximum amount of weight Katja can lift in an overhead press while boosting her muscle fiber density is 2 metric tons, or 4410 lbs.
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.
The use of HZEs, or Hazies, in this fashion is quite energy intensive and it leads to Katja having quite the appetite. Especially after intense exertions.
W E A K N E S S E S || Oxygen, Range, Psychic
Despite how tough she might be, Katja still needs oxygen. Take that away and she’s going to die just like any other person, be that through encasing her in ice, drowning her in water, exposing her to a nerve gas, just having flames consume all the oxygen or just any other method your brilliant minds can come up with. She’s also weak against ranged threats, because all she’ll have to deal with those is chucking rocks at them. And even though the rocks might be big… They’re still rocks. Finally, she also has absolutely no inbuilt resistance to any psychic attacks.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
Katja’s life's goal is to make the world a safe place for all the children born with the Hype Gene, her brothers and sisters, as she refers to them. While some might consider this wishful thinking, it’s something Katja has been determined to achieve ever since she lost her parents.
Another goal that is very dear to her heart is to keep the friends that she made at PRCU safe. They were the first ones who, after the death of her parents and her awakening, treated her like an actual person instead of a freak that was to be loathed and feared. She will go to any lengths to keep those close to her safe.
As for plots…
Katja wants to leave her mark on House Alces. She was initially invited due to her gentleness to others. And while this definitely suits her when it comes to personal interactions, her competitiveness would give many in House Canis a run for their money. She’s doing her best to help House Alces get rid of its stigma of being the House of the “kind ones who always finish last” and get her House as close to another Laurel win as she possibly can.
As a result of a lifetime of persecution Katja developed a deep-seated hatred for mundane humans. One of the biggest things I want to work out with her is to see whether her experiences at PRCU and interactions with friends can mellow her stance on the Munnies, or if she actually radicalizes on her beliefs towards the Mundane World and the injustice it subjects onto her fellow Hype brothers and sisters.
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
◼ MIXED MARTIAL ARTS || Starting off with kickboxing due to being excluded from team sports in highschool, Katja has since taken on classes of several other disciplines such as Pankration, Muay Thai and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.
◼ HISTORY BUFF || Not something she advertises a lot, but Katja is actually an avid student of history. She has a particular interest in the history of the Hyperhumans and political developments in the late 19th and 20th centuries.
◼ HIGH ALCOHOL TOLERANCE || Yes, she knows it isn’t optimal for a sports junkie to drink alcohol, but not consuming alcohol would be an offense to the Boer blood that runs through her veins! Warning: while a Boer can consume a lot of alcohol before they collapse, they’ll get quite rowdy after only a few pints. Approach at your own risk!
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◼ SPORTS AFFINITY || 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. Her powerful body and good genes for muscle retention and limberness have made her a force to be reckoned with in any contact sport. She is particularly gifted in rugby.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ SCHOOL UNIFORM || Katja prefers to wear her uniform with her house colors, as she has a particular pride in her house that isn’t all too common amongst her fellow Alces members. She also gives a preference of the kilt over the slacks and skirt.
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◼ KRUGER DOG TAGS || Katja always wears her fathers dog tags around her neck.
◼ KRUGER BERET BADGE || Katja keeps her father’s beret badge under her pillow. She uses it as a talisman for comfort whenever her nightmares of the riots return.
◼ MMA GLOVES || Green and gold, the colors of the South African sports teams, these gloves show clear signs of wear and tear.
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◼ SADF LENSATIC COMPASS || An old compass which formerly belonged to Katja’s uncle. It has the names of her father and uncle engraved on the back. Still works perfectly, despite being more than 50 years old.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Katja often suffers from nightmares. The most common one makes her relive the death of her parents during the Hyperriots in South Africa. Another recurring nightmare is reliving the night of Hyperion’s first attack during the Homecoming Trials. Luckily, these nightmares have become far less frequent in the last couple years. This is likely due to Katja feeling more comfortable at PRCU, being surrounded by her fellow Hyperhumans. ◼Katja has a pronounced South African accent. Sometimes she’ll mix in some Afrikaans in between her sentences. ◼While not musically gifted herself, Katja loves music. She especially loves hard rock and metal. ◼Color code: FF7514.
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
”Don’t lose focus on what’s really important.” The tall girl leans back into her chair, a wide smile on her face. ”I mean, studying is important in a school, of course. But what really matters, at least to me, is the friends you make here. Especially those in your team!” A chuckle escaped from the South African’s lips. ”I realize this sounds corny as hell, but it’s genuinely how I feel about this. Coming into the final year of my studies here, I realize that the safety and luxury this fenced society provides us is only temporary. Out there, in the Mundane world, we’re on our own. The friends you make here will be with you forever, and they’ll make your life out there a little more bearable.”
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
”I hoped that I would be able to bring a positive change to the world, be a force for the good of all children of the Hype gene.” The blonde girl looked down at the desk in front of her, a hint of sadness in her ever present smile. ”I guess we all enter this school with those kinds of hopes, don’t we? That hope is still there, but with the way things are in the world right now, this dream seems very far away. She takes a short pause before looking back at the interviewer, the sadness gone from her smile. ”Now though, I’m more focussed on getting through the courses and achieving as much glory as I can for my House! We’ve got another Hyperball game coming up and I can’t wait to show those bastards of Canis what Alces is made of!” A boisterous laugh reinforced the confidence the girl had in her earlier statement.
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
For the first time since the interview began, Katja’s smile faded. She remained silent for almost a full minute before she softly spoke. ”One step.” The girl looked down at the desk again as cleared her throat, taking a moment to recompose herself before she continued. ”If I had just taken that one step, everything might’ve been different. Who knows what could’ve happened if I hadn’t frozen on the spot that day. If I had actually stood up for what I believe in when it mattered the most.” Her voice had a forlorn tone to it. Staying quiet a few moments longer, her eyes narrowed and anger clearly became visible on the young woman’s face before she suddenly jolted out of her seat. ”We’re done here!”
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Harper Raven Baxter _________________________________________________________ January 17th,2006 | 22 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Fort Bragg | North Carolina | United States of America _________________________________________________________ Strigidae | Team 21 - Blackjack
C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
◼ B U I L D || Lean and Athletic ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Dark Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 5’8” (173 cm) ◼ W E I G H T || 137 lbs (62 kg) ◼ S C A R S || Small scar on left shoulder from archery accident ◼ T A T T O O S || None ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Single ear piercing in each ear, often wearing small arrowhead-shaped studs ◼ O T H E R || Freckles across nose and cheeks
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Harper Baxter was once a model 14-year-old child—disciplined, intelligent, and obedient. Born into a military family, respect and duty were ingrained in her from a young age. But when her parents were killed in a mysterious lab explosion, her world was turned upside down. In the aftermath, she struggled with overwhelming feelings of sadness, anger, and confusion. She often found solace in the quiet moments spent alone, processing her emotions and reflecting on the memories of her parents. Harper also found comfort in routine, maintaining a structured schedule that helped her regain control in her now unpredictable world.
After this tragic loss, her aunt and uncle took in both Harper and her older sister, Sierra. They were determined to provide stability and support for the girls during this difficult time, despite their military commitments and the challenges of raising two children who were dealing with grief and loss. Nonetheless, moving in with her aunt and uncle brought new challenges for Harper. Living under a new roof and adapting to their military lifestyle forced her to navigate unfamiliar territory. She often felt isolated and alone during this time, struggling to connect with her new guardians while longing for the familiarity of her old life. Discovering her enhanced vision only added another layer of complexity to Harper's life. Already feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed, she feared that revealing her newfound abilities would create more chaos and uncertainty. By keeping her secret, Harper maintained a sense of control, avoiding potential scrutiny or rejection from her family and peers.
As she grew, Harper continued to rely on her disciplined nature to help her manage her emotions. She often channelled her feelings into her training, pushing herself to be the best scout archer she could be. By focusing on her goals, Harper found a sense of purpose that helped her move forward despite the challenges she faced. It wasn't until a fateful hunting trip that Harper realized the potential benefits of her abilities. That night, the group was ambushed by a rogue grizzly bear. In the chaos, Harper instinctively used her enhanced vision to guide her uncle’s aim, saving their lives. As the adrenaline subsided, her family members, especially Sierra, noticed the uncanny precision of Harper’s directions.
Sierra confronted Harper, demanding to know how she was able to guide their uncle’s shot so accurately. Harper, overcome with emotion, confesses her secret, leaving the family shocked and struggling to process the news, leading to a mixture of disbelief, anger, and fear. They feared for her safety and the possible repercussions of others discovering her abilities. However, her aunt and uncle eventually recognized the potential good that could come from her powers and supported her enrollment at P.R.C.U. to help her learn to control and use her abilities for the greater good. (Note: She’s been attending there for a year in the current plotline).
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
Harper’s style can be best described as “practical yet polished.” Her P.R.C.U. uniform is always well-maintained and tailored to allow for ease of movement. Outside of her uniform, she favours comfortable, athletic attire in muted, earthy tones that blend well with her surroundings. Despite her preference for function over form, she takes pride in maintaining a neat, put-together appearance, reflecting her disciplined personality.
Her dark brown hair is typically pulled back into a tight braid or ponytail, keeping it out of her face during training or missions. On the rare occasions when she lets her hair down, it falls in soft waves just past her shoulders. Harper rarely wears makeup, preferring to keep her hazel eyes and freckled complexion unadorned. However, she does have a weakness for unique, artisan-crafted jewelry, particularly pieces featuring arrowhead motifs.
Though her clothing choices may seem understated, Harper’s attention to detail and commitment to quality ensure that she always looks stylish and composed, even in the heat of battle.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
Harper Baxter initially comes across as reserved and disciplined, a reflection of her military upbringing. Her no-nonsense attitude and unwavering focus can make her seem unapproachable to those who don't know her well. Holding herself and others to high standards, her critical eye can be intimidating to her peers.
Beneath her serious exterior, however, lies a warm and loyal heart. As Harper gets to know her teammates and friends, she reveals a dry sense of humour and a deep capacity for empathy. Fiercely protective of those she cares about, she is willing to go above and beyond to ensure their safety and well-being.
Despite struggling to express her emotions openly, Harper is deeply introspective and constantly strives for self-improvement. Her strong moral compass and determination to do what's right make her a natural leader, inspiring those around her to be their best selves.
However, beneath her confident demeanour, Harper harbours a deep-seated fear of losing the people she cares about, a vulnerability rooted in the tragic loss of her parents. This fear drives her to keep others at a distance initially, making it difficult for her to trust and form new connections. Despite this, she yearns for a sense of belonging and dreams of finding a balance between her responsibilities as a hero and cultivating meaningful relationships.
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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 || Enhanced Vision __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Somatic __POWER SCALE || 2 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Σ
Harper’s Hyperhuman ability grants her enhanced vision, allowing her to see with exceptional clarity and detail. This includes:
Night Vision: She can see clearly in darkness or low-light conditions, making her highly effective in stealth and scouting missions. Thermal Vision: She can perceive heat signatures, allowing her to detect living beings or objects emitting heat, even in complete darkness or when obscured. Enhanced Visual Acuity: She has an increased ability to discern small details and spot hidden or distant objects.
Harper’s enhanced vision does not tire her eyes quickly, nor does it require additional energy to maintain. Her vision can be activated and deactivated at will, allowing her to switch between normal and enhanced modes seamlessly. This ability, combined with her exceptional archery skills, makes her a formidable scout archer, ready to face any challenge.
L I M I T A T I O N S || LIGHT SENSITIVITY
In brightly lit environments, Harper’s vision can become temporarily overwhelmed or blinded. This forces her to rely on her goggles, which provide protection against bright light and also incorporate a filter that can adjust the level of light entering her eyes.
W E A K N E S S E S || HEARING AND SITUATIONAL AWARENESS
Harper’s reliance on her enhanced vision sometimes makes her neglect other senses, such as hearing. Enemies can exploit this weakness by using sound to distract or disorient her. Additionally, due to her focus on observing and analyzing visual details, Harper may be vulnerable to unexpected or sudden changes in the environment. She has to consciously maintain her situational awareness to avoid being caught off-guard.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
1. Her Sister's Keeper (Status: Progressive Plotline)
Goal: Unlike her aunt and uncle’s reactions, Sierra’s is one of resentment. Already harbouring feelings of anger and resentment due to their parents’ deaths and the family’s obsession with secrecy (due to wanting to maintain a low profile), Sierra saw Harper’s hidden abilities as a betrayal. She felt that Harper had been selfish and deceitful, driving a wedge between the sisters. In response to everything, Sierra threw herself into her research as she grew, obsessively pursuing advancements in human augmentation to avoid being outpaced by her sister.
2. An Unlikely Alliance (Status: Filled)
Goal: Harper aims to unravel the truth behind her parents’ deaths and the conspiracy that led to the lab explosion.
- Subplot: Welcome to the Black Parade (Status: Open)- Harper's traumatic childhood experiences begin to resurface, affecting her performance at P.R.C.U. and straining her relationships. She must confront her past, seek help, and learn to trust others to heal and move forward.
Optional School-Based Plots (W.I.P.):
1. Smells Like Team Spirit (Status: Filled): Harper is paired up with an unlikely partner for a school project, forcing her to work with someone she doesn't initially get along with/like. They develop a surprising bond and learn valuable lessons about teamwork and understanding as they overcome their differences and work towards a common goal. Subplot: Title and details to be revealed during the events of Smells like Team Spirit. This subplot is merely one where Harper is interacting with another person regarding the plot, so if during the events of the main plot you feel like your character fits in well here, just message me :).
2. The Secret Admirer:(Status: Open) Harper begins receiving anonymous love notes from a secret admirer, sparking a school-wide guessing game and causing her to question her own feelings.
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
◼ MARKSMANSHIP || Harper is an exceptional archer, capable of hitting targets with incredible precision and accuracy, even at long distances.
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◼ TACTICAL ANALYSIS || Harper’s military upbringing has given her a keen tactical mind, allowing her to assess and adapt to complex situations quickly and efficiently.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ S I G N A T U R E E A R R I N G S || Small arrowhead-shaped studs in each ear, subtly representing her love for archery and serving as a reminder of her disciplined background
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◼ G R A P H I C N O V E L || Despite her disciplined upbringing, Harper has a secret love for graphic novels, particularly ones featuring strong female characters. She always carries her current read with her, often sneaking a few pages during quiet moments.
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◼ L I G H T - S E N S I T I V E G O G G L E S || A pair of sleek, lightweight goggles designed to address Harper’s unique visual needs. The lenses feature a proprietary coating that reduces glare and auto-dims in response to sudden changes in light intensity. This allows Harper to maintain clear vision in both bright and dimly lit environments, preventing her from being momentarily blinded or overwhelmed.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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Despite their strained relationship, Harper still cares deeply for her sister, Sierra. She keeps a secret photo album filled with childhood memories of them together, occasionally looking through it when feeling particularly nostalgic or alone.
Harper maintains a close relationship with her aunt and uncle, who raised her and Sierra after their parents’ deaths. Although they are not biologically related, Harper sees them as parental figures and frequently calls them for advice and support, even though she doesn’t always follow their guidance. -
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
My advice to a new student entering P.R.C.U. would be to embrace vulnerability. It might seem counterintuitive, especially for those with a weird background like mine, but being open and honest with your teammates will only make you stronger. Trust your instincts, trust your team, and don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. Remember, you’re not just training to be a powerful Hyperhuman—you’re learning to be a part of something bigger.
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
When I joined P.R.C.U., my primary goal was to become the best Hyperhuman agent possible and to use my abilities to protect others. That goal remains the same today. However, I’ve realized that being the best isn’t just about mastering my powers; it’s also about being a good leader, teammate, and friend. I’ve learned to open myself up more and trust others, which has made me a stronger agent and person.
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
If I could change one thing about my time at P.R.C.U., I would’ve been more open and honest with my teammates from the start. I spent too much time trying to keep my struggles and secrets to myself, thinking it would make me appear weak.
Sierra Baxter, the older sister of Harper, was 18 years old when their parents tragically passed away. Her world was flipped upside down, but the revelation of Harper's hidden abilities led Sierra down an unexpected path of isolation and resentment. Feeling betrayed and determined not to be overshadowed by her sister's genetic gifts, Sierra channelled her intelligence and ambition into her research.
Over time, Sierra's relentless pursuit of advancements in human augmentation became an obsession. She secretly developed a groundbreaking technology that grants her the ability to manipulate electronic systems with ease, unbeknownst to her family. Fueled by her drive for power and control, Sierra embraced the alias "Rogue" and emerged as a formidable cyber-terrorist, operating covertly in the shadows.
Despite walking this dark path, Sierra maintains her connection to her family, particularly Harper. The tumultuous relationship between the sisters, fraught with secrets, jealousy, and a deep bond, fuels the emotional complexity within Sierra. As she navigates the dangerous world she's created for herself, Sierra must grapple with her conflicting loyalties and the consequences of her actions on both her family and the world at large. ▅
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J A M E S B A X T E R || T H E S T E A D F A S T P A T R I A R C H J A M E S B A X T E R || T H E S T E A D F A S T P A T R I A R C H
James Baxter had always stood as a testament to the virtues of discipline and duty. A career military man, his life was a map of meticulous routine and unwavering principles. His daughters, Harper and Sierra, were raised in the shadow of his formidable presence, learning early the weight of responsibility and the honour of service. James’s approach to fatherhood was much like his approach to life: structured and demanding, yet underpinned by a profound love for his children that was as constant as the North Star. His expectations were high, not because he sought to dominate, but because he believed fervently in the potential of his daughters to rise above mediocrity and achieve greatness.
Thus, the tragic loss of James sent shockwaves through the foundation of the Baxter family. His death left behind more than just memories; it left a legacy of strength that Harper, in particular, would come to rely on as she navigated the tumultuous waters of grief and destiny. James had always been more than just a father to her; he was a mentor, a guide, and in his absence, his teachings became Harper’s compass, steering her through the darkest nights with the promise of dawn’s eventual light. ▅
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A N N A B A X T E R || T H E C O M P A S S I O N A T E M A T R I A R C H A N N A B A X T E R || T H E C O M P A S S I O N A T E M A T R I A R C H
Anna Baxter was the heart of the Baxter household, a beacon of empathy and understanding in a world that often prized rigidity over compassion. Her warmth was the counterbalance to her husband’s stern discipline, a reminder that strength could be found in gentleness, and authority in kindness. Anna’s wisdom flowed through the home like a gentle stream, carving paths of possibility into the lives of her daughters. She was a confidante to Sierra and a solace to Harper, nurturing their dreams with a tender hand and guiding their steps with soft-spoken encouragement.
In the wake of the accident that claimed her life, Anna’s absence was felt as a silence where once there had been laughter, a stillness where there had been the comforting touch of a mother’s hand. Yet, her influence endured, woven into the fabric of her daughters’ beings. For Harper, memories of Anna were a treasure trove of courage—a wellspring of maternal love from which she could draw when the world seemed too much to bear. Anna’s spirit, kind and indomitable, lived on in the resilience of her children, a lasting testament to the power of a mother’s love. ▅
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
☮Barnes, Haven (Little Dove)♫ "I have this weird desire to look out for her. I'm not sure where it comes from, considering she's shown she's more than capable of doing so herself. I guess, like Aurora and Katja, it might be because she's the closest thing to family I have here. And I...I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose her."
☮Galahad, Gil♥ "Starting fresh with Gil... it's both exciting and a little scary at the same time. I'm not sure what to expect, and it's going to be hard ignoring the way I feel but...maybe it's for the best. I have no choice but to think so...."
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§Olyphant, Banjo (Dung Beetle)§ "He's got that chaotic charm that keeps things interesting, even if it drives me crazy. I do wish sometimes... *sighs*...never mind." ▅
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☯ Cahors, Amma§ "You know, I was so ready to hate her because of everything that's happened. But there's a big part of me that just feels sorry for her. I'm not entirely sure why yet."
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☮Kruger, Katja♫ "A ray of sunshine that can brighten even the darkest of days. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but she kind of reminds me of family. Of mom. Sometimes this makes it hard to be around her."
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☮ Roth,Lorcan (Lucky) ☮ "Lorcán might be a bit naive, but his trustworthiness makes him a great friend to have. I know I can always count on him when things get tough."
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☯ de Leon, Calliope (Beauty Queen) ☯ "Calliope has this regal air about her that's somewhat intimidating. She's always so poised and composed, like a queen holding court."
♫Mitchell, Aurora (Rora) ♫ "I can honestly say Aurora's strength inspires me every day. She's my best friend, and I'd do almost anything for her if it means her being happy."
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☮ Tyler, Rory ☮ "His relentless positivity is refreshing and it's hard to not tease him when I can. I'm glad...he is the way he is."
◼ B U I L D || Slender, Small Frame ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Golden Copper ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5'5" ◼ W E I G H T || 128 ◼ S C A R S || She has a medium length, thin scar on her left forearm from when Damon threw a beer bottle across the room and some of the glass bounced in her direction. She needed 12 stitches. ◼ T A T T O O S || Not yet, but she's planning on getting one after graduation. ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Both her ear lobes are pierced and she has a second piercing on her left ear that one of her roommates did for her in the Collegiate Dorms. ◼ O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
TW: Domestic Violence Aurora Daphne Mitchell was unexpected in more ways than one. The product of a one-night stand, Aurora's mother Sasha was young, too young to even think about having a child - she wasn't even out of high school when she found out she was expecting - and Aurora's father didn't even know she existed, as he left shortly after she was conceived.
Living in a dead end town off of historic Route 66, Sasha struggled to make ends meet in a place that didn't have much to offer in terms of opportunity. She worked two jobs to stay afloat and the first few years were tough (at points they were forced to live in her mother's car) but when Aurora was 5 her mother met a man who changed their fate. Damon Fray might have had questionable morals and his money and resources were acquired through illegal means, but he gave Sasha and her daughter shelter and safety and that was everything then. He and his friends were notorious in Kingman for their bad deeds - dealing, stealing, and violence - most of it driven by hate and directed towards Hyperhumans. Eventually, his kindness wanted and he began to take out his frustrations on Aurora's mother both physically and mentally.
Aurora's powers first manifested at age 10. Damon and her mother were arguing viciously and as she leaned up against her bedroom door attempting to figure out what had set him off this time, Aurora wished she could be somewhere else, anywhere but there. The next thing she knew she had teleported outside of her room and then again into the living room. Sasha noticed her daughters spontaneous emergence, but thankfully Damon did not. After diffusing the situation, she immediately knew it was no longer safe for her daughter to stay there; who knew what Damon would do if he found out Aurora was special in that way. She knew he would not share the same acceptance she had been able to find in her heart, and so, Sasha did the hardest thing she'd ever have to do - let her daughter go.
Under cover of night, Aurora was dropped off at a children's home in a neighboring town with strict instructions from her mother to hide her abilities at all costs. Young Aurora at first didn't understand why it had to be this way, but quickly learned that the world feared people like her. She bounced from foster home to foster home over the next two years - as soon as each placement figured out she was Hyperhuman, it was on to the next. It wasn't until the children's home had simply run out of viable options that they enlisted the assistance of H.E.L.P. to have her sent to P.R.C.U. Shortly before Aurora's 13th birthday, she arrived on Dundas Island and has remained there ever since.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
Aurora navigates the world with a cautious gaze and a guarded heart, her experiences having taught her that people aren't always what they seem. She's learned to rely on her instincts to guide her and because of this, she might come off as reserved, quiet, or introspective upon first meeting because she's simply observing and assessing the situation.
However after she lets down her initial defenses, Aurora's warmth and compassion shines through. Her demeanor softens and her guarded expressions give way to a genuine smile that lights up any room and and an infectious laugh. She's gentle and unassuming, chooses her words with care, and moves gracefully but deliberately. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, indicative of a resiliency beyond her years. The turmoil and well, damage, that lies beneath this superficial layer though... only few will ever see if chooses she lets them in.
Aurora's unyielding determination is a trait she got from her mother; watching her work tirelessly to provide for them and witnessing her relentless grind for their survival is something that the redhead carries with her everyday. As a result of it, Aurora is incredibly hardworking and is fueled by the desire to carve out a better future for herself.
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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 || T E L E P O R T A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || FUNDAMENTAL __POWER SCALE || 5 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Γ
Aurora has the power of teleportation: to move instantaneously from one location to another without needing to occupy the space in between. She also is able to move matter (objects or people) in the same manner. The redhead only needs to think and/or visualize where she would like to travel to (near or even sometimes far) and within seconds she will appear there spontaneously.
Smaller distances are easy, like breathing, and don't tire her or deplete her. But longer distances take more of a toll and might require a bit of rest afterwards depending on the situation. The same goes for objects and people - teleporting on her own is one thing, but teleporting heavy objects and people requires more of her energy.
L I M I T A T I O N S || R A N G E A N D E N E R G Y
At this point in her training, Aurora's greatest limitation of her powers is range and distance. When she was a child, she could only travel extremely short distances - across the room or at most 30 feet away. Since then, she's expanded her radius exponentially to include anything within her field of vision at any moment, the entirety of Dundas Island, and further away places that she has visited previously and knows well (such as the Children's Home in Arizona). But if she has never been there before, or she cannot visualize the location, she is not able to teleport.
Additionally, Aurora's ability to teleport is affected by her energy levels. If she is tired or spent significantly, she is unable to teleport at the same capacity as she can at full strength. Either she'll attempt to teleport somewhere and will only end up halfway to her intended destination or if she's particularly lacking in energy she won't be able to teleport at all.
W E A K N E S S E S || F O C U S A N D P A N I C
Aurora's teleportation abilities rely heavily on her mind, and in order to teleport somewhere she needs to be completely in control of her thoughts to direct them specifically towards a certain location or reason to move. She has done a lot of work personally - meditation, intention setting, even therapy - to calm, clear, and focus her psyche, but she still struggles from time to time. Enemies can take advantage of this through distraction, but she also at times can be her own downfall. The years she spent witnessing her mother's abuse and the constant displacement while in the system definitely took its toll, as she has harbors lot of residual anxiety and panic that proves to be a barrier to reeling in her racing thoughts.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
I'd like Aurora to muster up the courage to reconnect with her mother at some point. She is able to fully visualize her childhood home in her head so theoretically she could teleport there, but she has never taken the opportunity to do so - it's a tough subject for her. Aurora's birth father is also somewhere out there and she's always wondered who he is/what his story is.
In terms of interaction with other characters, Aurora has deeply rooted trust issues as well as fear of abandonment due to her upbringing, so I think she would really benefit from a close relationship of some sort (whether it be romantic or platonic). She has superficial bonds with her classmates but she needs to break down her walls and let someone into her life on a deeper level in order to heal. Only then will she be able to reach her full potential.
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
◼ A G I L I T Y || Due to her smaller frame, as well as the necessities of her power set, Aurora is fast on her feet and agile. Where she lacks in brute strength, she makes up for in her quickness, both in thought and movement.
◼ O B S E R V A T I O N || Aurora has a keen sense of her surroundings at all times. She prioritizes listening and watching before she acts, and utilizes details to help read situations and solve problems.
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◼ M E M O R Y || Hand and hand with her observancy, Aurora has an excellent photographic memory. It comes in handy academically as she's able to read a textbook once and recall the smallest details, and also socially as she never forgets a face or name.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ J E W E L R Y || Aurora has a heart shaped pendant that her mother gave her for her 8th birthday that she wears every single day. She's had to get the chain replaced a few times due to her growth but you'll always find her with it on - she twirls it when she's deep in thought or nervous about something.
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◼ H E A D P H O N E S || You'll never see Aurora without a pair of headphones. She is a huge music person and loves to listen to various genres from Rock to Alternative to Pop. In addition to music, she uses them when she has no interest in socializing so that people will leave her alone, and also uses them to block out any additional ambient noise
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◼ L I G H T E R || Although she does not smoke, she'll always have a lighter on her just in case someone else needs one.
◼ F I R S T - A I D K I T || Aurora carries a mini first-aid kit in her purse. She's got band-aids, alcohol wipes, gauze, and some antibiotic cream for the odd cut or scrape when there isn't a healer present or the infirmary is a little too far.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
Make the most of every day at P.R.C.U. - I truly mean that. Don't let each day, however mundane it may seem, pass you by. Go on the adventure across campus with your roommate, challenge yourself to ask difficult questions... tell that boy you have feelings for him. I can't even express how lucky you are to be here in this sanctuary. Practice gratitude every morning that you wake up on Dundas Island. Not every Hyperhuman is as fortunate.
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
When I was a kid, I didn't know what the possibilities were for my future. In all honesty, I wasn't even sure I would have one. All I want is to make sure that kids like me, products of the system and abandoned Hyperhumans, have the opportunity to reach their full potential.
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
I wish I had used my resources more and had been willing to ask for help sooner. I've felt so alone for most of my life and what I seemed to forget was that most people here felt the same way. If only I had reached out sooner, maybe I would have been able to fully appreciate the community that P.R.C.U is built upon. It would have saved me a lot of lonely nights along the way.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
☮ Barnes, Haven ☮ "I feel like I can talk to Haven about anything. We have a special bond that I'm really thankful for, she always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better. I just want her to find happiness."
Boyd, Cleo TO BE ADDED ▅ ▅ ▅
☮ Olyphant, Banjo ☮ “We’re an unlikely pair, Banjo and I. I know he has a polarizing personality but our friendship just kind of happened. He understands me in a way that few others do.”
♫ ♥ Roth, Lorcán ♥ ♫ “No one knows me better than Lorcán. How I got so lucky to have him in my life, I’ll never understand. Recently though, I’m starting to question if we’re just friends… or meant to be something more.”
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♫ Baxter, Harper ♫ "Harper and I quickly became best friends when she got here last year, and I know she'll always have my back no matter what. That kind of loyalty is rare. If only we'd met sooner, I've always wanted a friend like her."
Bray, Lucas TO BE ADDED ▅ ▅ ▅
☮ Galahad, Gil ☮ "Gil is great, I've gotten to know him pretty well over the last year since he's one of Lorcán's best friends. Really charming guy, and he’s easy to talk to, especially when there are multiple of him."
☮ Tyler, Rory ☯ “Rory is a good guy and he always means well but he really doesn’t think before he acts. He has a huge heart, but he needs to use his head more. If he hurts Haven... he’s got me to answer to.”
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Blaylock, Immanuel TO BE ADDED ▅ ▅ ▅
§ Cahors, Amma § “She’s unsettling. Something about the way she carries herself is haunting, and she screams trouble. Lorcán has taken a liking to her - he sees the good in everyone - and I just don’t want to see him get hurt.”
☮ Kruger, Katja ☮ "I really admire how passionate Katja is, not to mention how caring and protective she is of the people she cares about. She's seemed off recently though... can't help but wonder what's going on inside her head."
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N O N P R I M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S N O N P R I M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S
◼ B U I L D || Average/Muscular ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 6'0" ◼ W E I G H T || 185 lbs ◼ S C A R S || None ◼ T A T T O O S || None ◼ P I E R C I N G S || None
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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.
Shortly after high school, Rory's father and mother, both of whom were forced to work in a more public capacity, were both victims of the 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 into their new lives in the years since, despite having raised no children before and having limited contact with the children prior. Rory and his siblings were enrolled in PRCU, where they have been for the past few years. Rory was around for the Hyperion attack his freshman year, after which he became a bit secluded for some time. It wasn’t until his Sophomore year that Rory truly began to prosper.
Now, Rory is scrambling to finish his psychology degree while making sure to make time for his friends and keep an eye on his siblings. Soon, the twins will be on their own and Rory will have to make something of himself on his own. Until then… he’s got two semesters to make lasting memories with his friends. After that, he still isn't entirely sure what the future holds.
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
Rory doesn't pay too much attention in maintaining his appearance, and it shows. He focuses on comfort where he can. Rory tends to keep his hair cut short so he doesn't need to worry about styling it (and it prevents anyone from grabbing his hair when wrestling). Rory’s uniform is always worn just up to code. Whenever he doesn't need to be in uniform, Rory wears comfortable athleisure clothing. He is often seen in t-shirts, muscle shirts, basketball shorts, or sweatpants when he can dress down. Rory’s idea of dressing up out of uniform is a varsity jacket, a Henley, and black jeans. Rory has several pairs of sneakers he wears for all occasions. He doesn't dress particularly modest, though that is more of a byproduct of his constant physically activity and need to cool down.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
Rory is a loud, joyous, and personable golden retriever. He is loyal and protective of his friends, and strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. Rory has been the kind of guy to step in and take a punch for a friend or his brother, but tries to solve conflict without aggression or being mean. He is also very quick to notice when a friend is acting different, and makes a concerted effort to make space for them to open up if they wish. Rory does, however, have noticeable issues with focusing and staying still at the same time. He often has to drum his fingers on something or pace to focus. He is prone to get lost in thoughts or distractions when left without something to keep his body moving. An audio-book subscription combined with laps around the rec center have been instrumental in Rory's continued education at PRCU.
Rory would be the first to admit he's dumb sometimes, but it doesn't make it any less of a blow to his self-esteem when he is viewed as an idiot. His parents, siblings and aunt are some of the smartest people he's ever met, and Rory has always felt like the odd one out. While this has led to him overcompensating and trying to make tons of friends, it also leaves him feeling inferior when he doesn't get a joke or a reference or can't help friends with homework / studying. He has a hard time seeing himself as emotionally intelligent or useful outside of a sports environment. This makes Rory a great confidant, but Rory hardly ever shares his true thoughts and fears with his friends out of fear of being a burden.
Rory undergoes a significant shift in aggression when he gets competitive. If you put a trophy or accolade up for grabs in a physical or team-based challenge, he will put it all on the line for a scrap of glory. He is competitive, and will push himself to his limits to win any challenge he can. Every win helps prop up his self-esteem, and make him feel like he can stand toe to toe with his friends and siblings in some way.
The most noticeable quirk that has become evident to those close to Rory is an almost compulsive obsession with not "losing control." Despite being a frequent flyer at a number of parties on campus, he's never been seen drinking a drop of alcohol. He's also seemed particularly frustrated and iritable at the drawback of his hyperhuman ability.
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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 __POWER SCALE || 08 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Γ
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 up to a few minutes. 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 up to 3 minutes, 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 ||
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 3m of an esoteric hyperhuman to absorb an expelled HZE ion. For exoteric hyperhumans, Rory needs to make near physical contact with the hyperhuman 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 3 minutes, and his powers are limited in scope in accordance with the limitations and weaknesses of the host Rory borrowed the power from. Rory does not gain any specialized knowledge on how to use the power, or even what it does. Usage of this ability requires significant preparation and study in order to be effective.
Notably, Rory's power differs significantly from the Intuitive Aptitude possessed by Yakob Kowalski. His ability is far more restrictive than Hyperion's was... much to Rory's relief.
W E A K N E S S E S ||
The major side effect to use of Rory's powers, and what significantly inhibits his ability, comes from a strange interaction in 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 seconds and minutes, 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. This does exponentially worsen the intoxication effect when the subsequent mimicry ends (which can cause it to last hours), and abuse of this could lead to serious health complications or even death.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
There is a nostalgia as Rory's time in university is drawing to a close that has prompted one desire above all else within him: make as many memories with those he cares for before it's all over. Part of that, obviously, involves making memories with his siblings while they are at university with him... but Team Blackjack is an eclectic bunch Rory knows he won't be able to see as much once they get their diplomas. So, for his final year, Rory has a few subgoals: Make sure his teammates graduate without any regrets, get one more trophy under his belt for either his dorm or Team Blackjack, and finally connect with his friends enough that he can be open about his fears and insecurities. Unlike his freshman year, Rory doesn't want the year to end with a single thing left unsaid or action not done.
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
◼ E M P A T H E T I C R E A S O N I N G || Rory is much more emotionally intelligent than academically gifted. Rory doesn't win people over with reason, but instead focuses on connecting with everyone he interacts with to try and win them over to his way of thinking... and learn someone else's point of view in the process.
◼ W E L L - R O U N D E D A T H L E T E || Rory has played nearly every sport he could sign up for since he was six. He has competed in a number of divisions and leagues over the years, and used to have a whole bookcase worth of trophies. Rory, by extension, has tremendous hand-eye coordination and a fundamental understanding of his body's limits. He was also in his high school's varsity wrestling team, where they won their championship two years in a row.
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◼ P E R S E V E R A N C E || Quit is not a word in Rory's vocabulary. He has always had to work tremendously hard to pass his classes, and has pushed himself past his limits when it comes to sports for over a decade. No matter what is thrown his way, Rory never backs down and never gives up.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ O L D C A N I S S W E A T B A N D || One of the final gifts Rory's father gave him before he passed, Rory carries a well-washed and well-worn sweatband in his jacket when in uniform. When working out or competing, he proudly wears the sweatband in honor of his father.
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◼ T H E P L A Y B O O K || A collection of index cards stored in a forearm-strapped football playbook with the names, abilities, and general notes about various individuals Rory has met at PRCU. These notes include teammates, friends, rivals, and even some faculty.
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◼ S P O R T S B A L L S || Rory almost always has some kind of ball in his possession: football, basketball, tennis ball, baseball... you never know what Rory has accidentally left or stuffed into his backpack on any given day.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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◼ Rory's private room is a landmine of sports equipment and dirty clothes. He rarely brings any romantic partners over as a result.
◼ Rory calls a lot of people by their last name to get their attention. Rory uses embarrassing nicknames for his friends when he's trying to get a serious point across.
◼ Rory has a habit of using sports metaphors in serious heart to heart conversations. They can be surprisingly endearing or helpful analogies. -
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
Rory clicked his tongue as he stared up at the ceiling, swaying his upper body back and forth as he thought for a moment. Suddenly, the thought came to him and he stared the interviewer down intensely. "Hyperball is a marathon, not a sprint. It's not about starting strong, it's about pacing yourself until that final whistle is blown."
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
"I started off kind of... aimless, my first year. I didn't really have any plans or goals... just doing what seemed right. Or maybe it was more that I didn't have anything else to do?" Rory readjusted himself in his seat, his fingers drumming on his thighs as he thought for a moment. "It took me a while to figure out the kind of person I wanted to be here. I think it was my first psych class, and the professor was talking about working with hyper-human children and how lost they felt in some of the early years... that changed everything. Helped me figure out that I could be the kind of person I needed when..." Rory's voice trailed off, before he just shook his head and smiled in anticipation of the next question.
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
"I wouldn't have told Banjo my gym lock combo Sophomore year... he said he lost his old one, wanted to borrow mine. Took me three months to figure out it was him stealing my clothes and leaving only a speedo." Rory chuckled, until the light left his eyes and he stared at the wall. He cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. "Actually... probably my freshman year... not shutting down after Hy... the attack, that is. I lost out on a lot of opportunities then... and I wish I spent more time with my friends then."
Younger brother to Rory Tyler, Will is a Freshman at PRCU in House Strigidae. His Hyperhuman ability is Calculated Prediction, and he is a genius even without his powers. He has a particular fondness for mathematics, with aspirations to continue study in this field in the future. He is somewhat cold and pretentious when interacting with others, often getting himself into messes that Rory inevitably has to clean up. Rory and Will often butt heads, with the later tossing calculated insults at the older sibling and Rory having to just take it. ▅
Mary Tyler is the most extroverted of the siblings, and the most popular. She doesn't slack when it comes to her studies, finding a great interest in the arts and humanities over the hard sciences. She is good at practically any skill she picks up, with it being unclear if that's due to her intuitive aptitude power or just raw talent. Mary's calendar is always overbooked, and she hardly has time to take care of her basic human needs. ▅
Lillian Morse is one of the school psychologists at PRCU to provide the students and faculty support. She is the maternal aunt and was temporary guardian of Rory and his siblings, having taken them in following the death of her sister and her brother in law. Lillian Morse has been at PRCU for over five years, and has little time through the school year to check in with her niece and nephews. She pulled some strings to let Rory help with her intake forms and administrative work as part of his community contribution, so he can start getting some practical training in the day to day of her line of work. Lillian is incredibly welcoming to all who stop by her office, but tends to refrain from sharing many details about herself to keep things professional. She is a hyperhuman with the power of telepathy, but is only able to share/read images from one's mind through physical touch. ▅
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
♥ Barnes, Haven ♥ "I don’t know what she sees in me, man… I don’t want to fuck this up."
♫ de Leon, Calliope ☮ ”Calli’s like the big sister I never had. But don’t tell her I said that, she’d hate that."
☮ Kruger, Katja ♥ "Hey, she isn't the first friend who has rejected me. No matter what, though, I've got her back. Even if she's hiding things from me."
☮ Baxter, Harper ☮ "She watches out for us, but I always feel like she knows more than she lets on."
♫ Galahad, Gil ♫ "He's a good guy… can't quite figure him out sometimes. Feels like he's not there when he's there."
☯ Mitchell, Aurora ☯ "I think she only tolerates me because I hang with Lorcán."
♫ Roth, Lorcán ♫ "I'm worried about him, man. He's been different lately. Hope he knows I’ve got his back." ______________________________________
§ Cahors, Amma § "I don't know if I trust her, man. She’s got Foundation ties, but ain't on our side either. And I hate the way she talks to my friends."
♥ Hisamatsu, Mei ☮ "I hope she didn’ take me and Wings personally… but knowing her, she probably did."
☯ Olyphant, Banjo § "Calli trusts him… that's all I need to know. Still can't understand half his nonsense." ______________________________________
◼ B U I L D || Athletic ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Brunette ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Steel Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5'10" ◼ W E I G H T || 150lbs ◼ S C A R S || None ◼ T A T T O O S || None ◼ P I E R C I N G S || None ◼ O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Born in Bristol, England, Gil Galahad was raised an only child in a well-to-do household with loving parents who undeniably doted on him a little too much. As the first and only to his extended family, he was lavished attention by his mother, father, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and eagerly soaked up every drop; he became performative at an early age, theatrical, engineering a steady flow of praise and adoration. His parents encouraged this behaviour, pushing him into child dramatics programmes and extra-curricular classes, fostering a latent talent for acting in hopes it would crystallise into success.
Ultimately, adolescent narcissism paid off, and after a series of castings in small parts, a young teenaged Gil landed the titular co-lead role in the breakaway hit Romeo & Juliet & Zombies – the surprise of the summer, a throwaway zom-rom-com turned box-office smash hit – and was propelled into Hollywood gliterrati completely.
Bristol was left behind for the sparkling hills of LA, his parents seeking to capitalise on his silver-screen triumph and flip their beloved son into Hollywood’s hottest commodity. Success in this endeavour was mixed; the film was beloved and represented a significant payday for the Galahads, but performances in follow-up castings as Gil inevitably transitioned from adolescent heart-throb to adult acting were received with more mixed reviews, and slowly but surely the roles tapered off, and then the worst thing possible happened; Gil discovered he was Hyperhuman.
His agent, of a more pragmatic mind than his parents, rapidly changed tact; he knew Hollywood would throw Gil to the gutter, and was determined to get ahead of it. He sourced pro-Hype activist movements and progressive independent channels, pushing Gil’s emergence as a pseudo-‘coming out’ PR puff-piece – and it paid off, landing Gil a central role on the independently-produced Hyperhuman-focused soap opera, Crestwood Hollow. His character’s introduction was well-received by fans of the show, and his storyline – utilizing his powers to portray both sides of a classic (if melodramatic) ‘evil twin’ arc – saw hot-and-cold reactions, but brought his name some recognition again; Gil Galahad was a hot topic in Hyperhuman circles, and he loved being talked about. When the storyline tapered off, and Gil’s character Put On A Bus, he segued into Pro-Hype activism, becoming the face of a new campaign with "Working for Hyperhuman Artists & Thespians", or W.H.A.T., a progressive actor's union fighting for Hyperhuman actors, artists, and performers in general to be accepted into mainstream Hollywood.
All of this ultimately lead to PRCU as the pinnacle of PR moves; as a ‘notable’ Hyperhuman for PRCU to tout in their enrolment brochures, and a clear path for Gil to boost his legitimacy, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, and Gil began his academic career in September 2027, enrolling in an Acting Major – emphasis in Stage & Screen – and a minor in Sociology, to keep the ‘activist’ image alive.
For the most part, Gil’s enjoyed his time at the academy, and he’s welcomed the adoration from devoted fans and co-activists; but for the most part, he’s just ready to get back to Hollywood and break ranks into the A-List once again.
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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 || Q U A N T U M R E P L I C A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || EXPULSIVE __POWER SCALE || 02 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Σ
Gil is able to store the atomic quantum-entangled ‘memory’ of any object he’s come into physical contact with, and is then able to manipulate matter and HZEs in his immediate vicinity to instantly reproduce a perfect replica of the object, as it was as the point of being ‘stored’. Gil’s most common use of this ability is storing himself, utilising the quantum nature of his power to copy not only his body, but his very consciousness, and produce a sentient, independent clone.
L I M I T A T I O N S ||
Gil’s replications are dependent on available matter, HZEs, and his own energy levels to produce copies, and the size and complexity of the object impacts his ability to replicate; too many copies of too complex an item in quick succession saps Gil’s own strength until he can’t manifest anymore without fatiguing just as fast. Static material objects are easier, but at max current potential he can manage 2 full clones – Gil2 and Gil3 – but feels slightly woozy afterwards; any more just knocks him out.
Additionally, Gil can only store a single object at a time, can only store objects he’s made physical contact with, and while he can store and replicate himself at any time, doing so ‘overwrites’ any currently-stored item. Gil’s clones are also bereft of powers themselves, unable to manipulate HZEs in the same way, so they can’t create their own clones – no recursive replication loops.
Gil’s clones are able to self-sustain indefinitely, but they require sufficient nourishment to do so – roughly 1.5x the average caloric intake and healthy rest that a standard man of Gil’s size and stature would need. Without any sustenance or sleep, a clone can last 12-16 hours before crumbling, but grows exponentially weaker as time drags on.
Finally, Gil can store and copy other people, but due to the complexities of the human psyche, is unable to replicate their consciousnesses like he can his own – so he only produces unsettling, brain-dead versions of their bodies, which understandably upsets everybody and is best avoided.
W E A K N E S S E S ||
Gil’s copies aren’t enhanced in any way, and are only as effective or powerful as the original object is. Gil’s clones are independent copies of his consciousness, and while they’re aware they’re clones, they’re not necessarily automatically subservient to the original Gil.
All of Gil’s copies are essentially half-HZE constructs, so anti-hype tech and weaponry that disrupts HZE ions is not only effective at inhibiting Gil’s powers, but also acts like spreading salt on ice against anything he's replicated.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
Gil’s not super invested in PRCU as an academic institution and an opportunity for self-improvement as much as just using it to line him up for some stunt-casted roles in the growing pro-Hyperhuman movement within Hollywood, ultimately seeing the university as the best political move to claw back his waning fame and land in LA’s good graces again. He’s grateful for the place offered to him by the academy, but has taken it somewhat for granted and seen it as an easy ride thus far.
Gil’s aware of the Hyperion incident and the controversies surrounding it, and Alexandria’s move to purchase PRCU, but is ultimately of a ‘doesn’t affect me personally so I don’t care’ mentality. Sure, he’s pro-Hype, but his plan is to graduate, break big back into movies again, and never look back. He’s pro-Hype and (carefully) vocal of his activism while it serves a purpose, but he’s also aware that he can pass as ‘normal’ if he needs to drift away from this latest cultivated image.
Gil likes the university; he’s pleased to have the chance to graduate with an honest-to-god degree; he’s happy to support a progressive agenda, especially while the agenda favours him; but for Gil, it’s less about scholastic ambition, and more about making the smartest move to get rich and famous again. Will that attitude continue through the completion of his graduating year, or will he ‘go native’ and actually fall in with those he supposedly represents?
Separately, I'm seeking to engage in a romantic sub-arc with Gil, finding that special someone that connects with the actual person beneath the LA-bred schmooze and superficial charm, forcing Gil to realise that true fulfilment and interpersonal connection runs deeper than reading a 4-star review from rogerebert.com, or fan-mail off tumblr. Ultimately, he needs someone to save him from both LA and himself, and only then can he grow and develop into a fully-rounded person.
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
◼ CHARISMA, EMOTIONAL CONTROL || Gil's long been a handsome, charismatic young man, able to charm nearly any audience, winning friends and successfully networking among many crowds. At the same time, he's been able to keep a firm line on himself and his emotions, tailoring his emotive responses to the situation at hand to engineer the best results. It doesn't work for everyone - he's been accused of being 'fake' on more than one occasion - but for the most part, he's well-liked and easily sociable.
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◼ ACTING, VENTRILOQUISM || Performing from a young age, as well as taking classes, extra-curricular electives, and coaching, have helped groom a knack for acting into an honest-to-god skill. He's not oscar-winning, but he's good enough to have been casted and seen some critical success. A side-talent, and one he doesn't upkeep with anywhere near the same kind of concerted effort, is ventriloquism, an old hobby that he started as a lonely only-child, and kept up when he realised he liked the sound of his own voice.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ S M A R T C A S U A L || Ever-ready for a pop-up interview, outside of PRCU uniform Gil likes to maintain a well-groomed wardrobe of suit jackets, stylish shirts, and a mix of slacks and jeans.
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◼ T H E E S S E N T I A L S || Given the nature of his powers, Gil likes to take advantage by keeping a couple of small essentials on his person for day-to-day use: cigarettes, matches, a business card, and a cash clip. Everything you might need to chat, flirt, or bribe your way out of a tricky situation.
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◼ B A C K - U P S || With no guarantee that useful items will be readily available when a potentially dangerous situation arises, Gil keeps a couple pragmatic back-up objects on his person in case he needs emergency access to something to copy, specifically for when schmoozing fails and he needs to defend himself - a self-defence folding knife, and a Glock G19 pistol (licensed, of course). Having practiced with both weapons, both in and out of PRCU, they're handy emergency items in a last-resort circumstance.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
Gil knitted his brow, concentrating and looking like God's own prophet descending from Mount Sinai to dispense wisdom. Delivered with a practiced sincerity: "Open yourself up to what the academy has to offer. There's so much more to learn here than just what your course has to teach you. Really take the time to better yourself, and it'll help you better the world around you as a result."
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
Gil broke into a wide smile, his eyes sparkling warmly. He looked like he'd been waiting to answer this question his whole life. "I just wanted to be a better person, improve myself mentally, philosophically, emotionally - and let myself deliver some better performances for the fans! But as soon as I arrived, I knew this place was truly special, and I'm hoping when I leave I can open some minds to the potential this institution holds for everybody, Hyperhuman or not."
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
Gil raised his eyebrows, sitting back in his chair and really taking the time - or appearing to take the time - to consider the full implications of the question. Finally, with a polite, wry smile, he leaned forwards again, pointing a playful finger. "Open-campus day for the whole world. I think there's a lot of people out there who just don't know any better, and this incredible university has the capacity to show them different. With everything this community has accomplished on Dundas Island, it's the modern Eighth Wonder of the World - they just need to show it off!"
Gil's agent, who landed him his breakout role in Romeo & Juliet & Zombies and has since guided Gil's career with a steady hand and cunning eye. An actor of some success in his own right in younger days, he's stepped to the side-lines in the latter half of his career and brought his talents for PR and social manoeuvring to bear instead, being instrumental in every major beat along Gil's journey through Hollywood so far. While he's certainly not a completely morally-upstanding character, his intentions are well-meaning and ultimately he's just a driven, ambitious man, who's realised the careful direction of others is an easier path to success than triumphing through his own efforts. ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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B A I N E S, E L E N O R A ( E L L E ) || E X C O - S T A R B A I N E S, E L E N O R A ( E L L E ) || E X C O - S T A R
Gil's co-star from Romeo & Juliet & Zombies, the titular heroine who delivered a more critically-successful performance than Gil, but didn't flourish under the sudden spotlight as Gil did and ultimately faded from Hollywood, moving back home to Ann Arbour, Michigan. She and Gil kept in touch, though, helped by fond memories of a brief romantic tryst on-set and for a short time afterwards; Elle's down-to-earth, honest approach was the only thing that cut through Gil's superficial schmooze, and he worries that no one else will understand or accept his true nature. She's still willing to lend an ear, take a phone-call, receive some texts, but finds, increasingly, that conversations are less two old friends catching up, and more Gil talking about himself - and she'd rather leave her time in LA behind her, where it belongs.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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G A L A H A D, A N D R E W || F A T H E R G A L A H A D, A N D R E W || F A T H E R
Gil's dad, an accountant working remotely from his Bristol home for a London law-firm, but with a theatrical history of his own - in his younger days he performed in a series of theatre shows across the South of England, and this on-stage confidence is likely where Gil gets his dramatic leanings from. He's proud of Gil's success, especially the ways he's been able to take advantage of his Hyperhuman nature for further opportunities, but does worry that it may still all come crashing down, and Gil's chosen academic path with PRCU doesn't necessarily offer him the fall-back that Andrew himself had with accounting - on either his choice of degree, or his choice of institution. ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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G A L A H A D, R O S E M A R I E || M O T H E R G A L A H A D, R O S E M A R I E || M O T H E R
Gil's mum, a kept woman between Andrew's sizeable salary and Gil's generous royalty checks. An intelligent and fierce woman in her own right, she keeps active within her local community and is well-read in Hyperhuman literature following Gil's emergence. There is an amount of restlessness that comes from her circumstances, but she's not ungrateful enough to begin to complain about her position, and is instead thankful to have a loving husband, a talented son, and the freedom to pursue her own passions.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
"I like Lorcán; I like his passion, his zeal - he's a true believer. Guy wants to improve everything for everybody and it's hard to deny that kind of ardour for a good cause. But there's an undeniable naivety - and it's not Lorcán's fault - that comes with his kind of upbringing. You grow up in a utopia built specifically for your kind, you develop a blind spot for the real world, and boy-howdy does this guy have one hell of a wake-up-call waiting for him - if he hasn't already started cottoning on."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "Be smart, or be irritating, but by god don't be both." § TENSE §
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O L Y P H A N T, A N D R E W "B A N J O" || T E N S E O L Y P H A N T, A N D R E W "B A N J O" || T E N S E
"I don't think I've ever met a person like Banjo, and I mean that with all the positive and negative connotations attached. The guy is smart - too smart for his own good - and emotionally intelligent too, but just seems to put those gifts towards...being annoying. Catch him on a good day and he's enthralling company. Shame those 'good days' have to be quite so rare..."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "A woman of two minds...why does that feel strangely familiar?" ☮ FRIENDS/CRUSH ♥
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P E N A D A, P A L L Y X || F R I E N D S / C R U S H P E N A D A, P A L L Y X || F R I E N D S / C R U S H
"Pallyx is...of a dualistic nature - certainly something I can relate to, on both the metaphysical and literal levels. Her relaxed nature is refreshing, easy, makes being in her company simple...until she flips, and it's paranoia, superstition, apprehension. If you know which one you're getting it's manageable, but if you're expecting one and surprised by the other, it can be a little tricky. But there's something that makes me want to manage it, makes me want the surprise. I can't explain it. I just like being around 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "Very off-limits. In more ways than one." ☮ FRIENDS/CRUSH ♥
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D E L E O N, C A L L I O P E || C R U S H D E L E O N, C A L L I O P E || C R U S H
"It's a shame she's still so closed-off even after her prolonged enrollment at the university, but I'll be damned if I didn't admit there's still something alluring about her aloofness...and of course she's beautiful, and what better power couple is there than movie star plus political powerhouse? We could be the modern Brad and Angelina. But I'm no homewrecker, and I attract enough of Banjo's regrettable attention already...no harm in admiring from afar, though."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "I can only hope even her eyesight isn't good enough to see through me." ♥ CRUSH ♥
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B A X T E R, H A R P E R || C R U S H B A X T E R, H A R P E R || C R U S H
"She sees everything, including the value in holding herself and everyone around her to higher standards. I wish I could do the same - every second in her company feels like I'm disappointing her, and through her, myself. Enhanced vision? No kidding. I flinch every time she looks at me. So why am I always trying to get her to look at me?"▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "Compassion, grace, resilience. It's easy to see why Lorcán's quite so captivated." ☮ FRIENDS ☮
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M I T C H E L L, A U R O R A || F R I E N D S M I T C H E L L, A U R O R A || F R I E N D S
"It's remarkable how resilient and empathetic Aurora is, given the darkness of the path behind her. I imagine that sense of freedom inherent to her particular abilities comes with its own escape-hatch that help shine a light in darker moments, but even still, I've known people far less resilient from far better circumstances. It's obvious why Lorcán admires her as fiercely as he does - I do just wish the pair of them would get on with it."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "Haven helped me understand 'good' attention and 'bad' attention. I prefer the former, but I know I'm lucky." ♥ CRUSH ♥
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B A R N E S, H A V E N || C R U S H B A R N E S, H A V E N || C R U S H
"I'm used to attracting eyes, but I know people look at me for the right reasons - or at least, the reasons I want them to look at me for. Haven, though...not so lucky. And instead of bearing the abuse, she decided to just abandon it, which speaks to a remarkable strength of character and comfort with one's self and your own company...none of which I can claim to have. Envy is an awkward and misunderstood emotion... it's people like Haven I should keep in mind when thinking about W.H.A.T. in my more cynical moments."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "It can be tricky seeing eye-to-eye with someone a foot taller than you." ☯ NEUTRAL ☯
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K R U G E R, K A T J A || N E U T R A L K R U G E R, K A T J A || N E U T R A L
"But god she's huge, isn't she? Protective, fiercely pro-Hype in a way that W.H.A.T. pales against, and a ferocious competitor. Not that I'm eager to get onto the field against her. Or with her. I know she's not hugely on-board with W.H.A.T.'s core mission statement, but I think she still appreciates that they're pushing for Hype rights at least, rather than against. As long as I can count on her support for my eventual Oscars campaign!"▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "The kind of person W.H.A.T. deserves...or any other pro-Hype cause, for that matter." ☮ FRIENDS ☮
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H I S A M A T S U, M E I || F R I E N D S H I S A M A T S U, M E I || F R I E N D S
"Passionate to a fault - like Lorcán, but tempered with that real-world experience. She's known what it's like to be whispered about, shunned, looked at differently - but unlike a lot of others, she's not let it slow her down or put her off-balance. Instead she just mucks in, gives it her all. It's intense. It's admirable. It's something I wish I could do."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "I used to think Gil2 and Gil3 were my 'three amigos'. With Lorcán and Rory, though...maybe I have real friends now?" ♫ BEST FRIEND ♫
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T Y L E R, R O R Y || B E S T F R I E N D S T Y L E R, R O R Y || B E S T F R I E N D S
"The quintessential Golden Retriever Boy. I can't imagine facing into the world with the kind of sheer blind optimism and moral up-standing Rory lives and breaths, but god if it isn't half a good pick-me-up on darker days. He's even good about being teased in those head-full-of-bricks moments. Between Lorcán and Rory, I'm at risk of walking out of graduation with some real life-long friends...provided I don't fuck them up when I get back to LA. I've had enough of that for a lifetime."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 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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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ "Survival of the fittest, or strength in the pack? ...I don't think Amma would hesitate." § TENSE §
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C A H O R S, A M M A || T E N S E C A H O R S, A M M A || T E N S E
"The Alexandria transfer...shipped in with a complementary chip on her shoulder. There's a wild, feral energy about Amma - an innate, immutable yearning for freedom, expression, the ambition to be an individual without apology or compromise. It's intense. It's...attractive. It's a whole lot of woman I am certainly not ready for."▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.
◼ B U I L D || Mesomorph ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Golden Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 5'7" ◼ W E I G H T || 140 lbs ◼ S C A R S || Faded Scars ◼ T A T T O O S || None ◼ P I E R C I N G S || None ◼ O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Haven's earliest memories involve her mother. She remembers sleeping in a car or motels, eating grilled cheese for most meals, and many days in the back of a salon playing with the toys in the lost and found box. She was six when she was taken away by CPS. From then on, Haven remembers the smell of cigarettes and old carpets. The sound of loud TV's and arguments. Every now and then she'd be placed with other kids, but she'd never stay long enough to get to know them. Not until her last placement.
Haven's final foster placement was in a home for lost girls. While the rules were strict, Haven quickly found a way around them. She even found a friend, who felt more like a sister to her. They made the most of their little lives at the home.
When the two began to mature, Haven was inflicted by Virumosis. Her friend became a young woman, but Haven suddenly became something strange and unknown. Her wings sprouted slowly, growing much like a young bird's would. When they grew to a size that she couldn't hide Haven decided that it was time to leave the home. The other girls bullied her. Even the faculty looked at her with disgust. Her found sister was the only one who wanted her there.
Before Haven could find out what the home would do with a hyperhuman orphan, Haven dipped. She took off into the mountains, away from any unwanted attention. She adapted to life as a scavenger through trial and error. Some nights she'd sleep in the trees, and some nights she'd break into vacant vacation homes or cabins for a warm bed. Her wings grew stronger, and soon she decided to use them for their natural purpose. Learning to fly was also a trial and error process. Most of the scars on her arms and legs are from those efforts. When the weather began to dip below comfortable temps, Haven headed south.
After a few years of living this way, Haven had an unfortunate run in with the law. She was turned over to H.E.L.P. soon after that, and remained at a temporary home for hyperhuman children until she was given the chance to apply to PRCU. It took some effort, and her entrance test results were below average, but she had an agent advocate for her.
Freshman year at PRCU was a rough transition period. On top of adjusting to a social life after years of being on her own, Haven also had to worry about Hyperion's attacks while managing good grades. Somehow she managed to overcome all three. Haven bloomed at PRCU. She found people who accepted her, and a team that stuck together through the roughest parts. Now entering into her final year, Haven is working hard to decide what her next steps will be.
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
Haven has an athletic, yet slim build with broad shoulders to support her wings and strong legs for takeoff. The virumosis made her naturally toned, but she keeps active to maintain the muscles that support her wings and to get stronger every day. Her back muscles are the strongest part of her body.
She has medium length hair with a natural wave, which normally has a mind of it's own. She's always pushing it out of her face or sticking it up in a ponytail so she won't have to deal with it. Baby hairs surround her face, which is still in the process of maturing. Since freshman year her face has grown sharper, yet a bit of baby fat still shows in her cheeks when she smiles. Her eyes are sharp and observant, seeming to peer through to a person's core. Her expression is flat, appearing like a RBF to those who don't know her well enough. That changes quickly if she is talking to someone she cares for, transforming into a warm smile.
Haven's wings span eleven feet across when stretched to their full length. They sprout between her shoulder blades, with a small patch of feather tissue connecting them of about two inches. This patch is the same tawny color as the top of her wings. If you were to compare her wings to an actual bird, they are most similar to a tawny eagle. Her wings begin a tawny brown, which then turns darker shades of brown as her feathers reach down to the tips. The underside of her wings repeat the same pattern, albeit ending in a lighter shade of brown than the tops.
In her freshman year, all of Haven's clothes were hand-me-downs, lost and found pieces, or donations from the Salvation Army. As the years went on, she's collected her own brand new clothes. Her style outside of the classroom involves a lot of neutral clothing with small pops of naturally found colors. All of her tops have hand-sewn slits in them to adapt to her wings. She dresses like she could fly off into the mountains at any point and stay comfortable with layers, jeans or cargo pants, and a flannel or jacket on top of a tank top. For shoes she wears boots or sneakers she's able to run in.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
Once a reserved and rather snappy freshman, Haven has relaxed into her true nature. She's an open book, confident in her feelings and decisions. She's blunt with her words, and might overstep boundaries on occasion, but she is quick to learn from it and adjust. She's generally a go-with-the-flow type of person. She loves freely, and is fiercely protective of the people she cares about. She's not afraid to start a fight.
Haven isn't the brightest on the team, but her observant nature makes up for it. She's capable of piecing clues together. She also isn't the one to go to for advice, mostly because she's not sure what to do either. Instead, she is the one to go to when it's time to let loose. To truly just enjoy being alive.
When it comes to the other gender, Haven has never committed to a serious relationship. It might come from the fear of rejection, or it might be because she is afraid of being tied down to anything. Still, she's sure that one day someone will be capable of grounding her.
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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 V I A N P H Y S I O L O G Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Somatic __POWER SCALE || 2 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Σ
Haven's physiology was affected through Virumosis to adapt avian qualities. The Virumosis altered her lungs, vision, hearing, muscles, and more importantly granted her feathers and bone on her back. The HZE ions that she internalizes are stored in her muscles and provide the strength that is needed to operate her wings and other avian abilities. To be specific...
Haven's HZE ions enhance her lung capacity. Her lungs process O2 more efficiently than a normal human, meaning she is able to withstand low O2 zones and hold her breath for extended periods of time.
Haven's muscles also burn through HZE ions to allow her the heightened strength, stamina, and make her body capable of adjusting to different altitudes and atmospheric conditions that come with high altitudes during flight. This can come in handy in colder or hotter conditions on ground.
Akin to a bird's vision and hearing, Haven is capable of seeing and hearing over greater distances, seeing sharper images, the ultraviolet spectrum, and has a wider field of perception around her.
Haven is capable of flying up to 80 kmh (49mph) given excellent physical and atmospheric conditions. When performing a dive, Haven is capable of doubling her speed.
Finally, to adapt to minimal spaces (and hiding from the general population), Haven has trained her wings to be capable of tucking tightly to her backside. This is unaffected by HZE ions and is merely due to her own strength.
L I M I T A T I O N S || C L E A R E D F O R T A K E O F F ?
Haven's greatest limitation would be considered spatial difficulty. If she decides to take flight, she must ensure there is enough space around her to expand her wings to at least 2/3rds her wingspan. Haven's sense of taste and smell are also diminished similar to any avian. Finally, Haven isn't capable of adjusting to extremely unsafe environments such as the center of a volcano, the arctic's, or space without normal human attire/supplies/equipment.
W E A K N E S S E S || F U E L
Haven's weaknesses boil down to two simple necessities: Physical durability and the HZE ions in her body. In addition to relying on HZE ions to power her muscles, Haven must provide her body with nourishment and rest to be able to withstand her abilities. She must also keep her body trained to support her wings.
In the event an Electron Beam Irradiation is used against her, the HZE ions that power her strength and muscles falter. She will feel weaker, and will rely solely on the muscles she has trained herself to carry the weight of her wings.
Additionally, Haven's enhanced hearing leaves her sensitive to loud noises. For example, she's easily disoriented by the firing of a gun at close range.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
Haven is working towards a world that won't shun her for her hyperhuman physiology. She hopes to be there for others who are struggling to fit in, and to help them accept and adapt to their new identity.
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 E W I N G || Haven learned to sew on her own in order to adapt her clothes to her wings. She can also apply this medically, having sewn up cuts from rough landings while she was rogue.
◼ L O C K P I C K || Haven learned quickly that it was better to open locked doors than to smash windows.
◼ F I R E S T A R T E R || Haven's capable of starting a fire with naturally found tools.
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◼ A E R I A L M O V E S || Haven has observed the way different avians coast on updrafts, turn at sharp angles, and even communicate by using their wings. She'll teach you their language if you ask.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ H A I R B A N D || Haven always keeps a hair band on her wrist. She has plenty more in her dorm room.
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◼ M E D K I T || Haven keeps a simple med kit in her bag at all times.
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◼ H I K E R ' S K N I F E || Haven's lucky, lightweight folding knife that reaches 7" long when extended. It has a pocket clip, excellent grip, and serrations at it's base capable of sawing small tree limbs.
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She is fiercely protective of her wings. It's rare that she has allowed another person to touch them. -
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
"I'd tell them to open themself up to the experience. It took me a bit, but once I put myself out there I realized this was the best place for me. Hopefully they'll find their way here, too."
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
"Well, I really just wanted to figure life out while getting educated. I wanted to be around people who accepted me... and I found them."
Subject shifts uncomfortably.
"What's changed? My grades have definitely improved. I'm not top of the class or anything, but I'm not at the bottom anymore. I'm still figuring out life, though."
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
♫ Baxter, Harper § "She’s like a sister to me now, but… I can’t believe she let her friend speak to me that way. It feels like she’s holding something back."
☮ Galahad, Gil ☮ "I hope he’s doing okay after the trials."
☮ Mitchell, Aurora ☮ "I feel like I can really relax around her, and that’s rare these days."
☮ Roth, Lorcán ☮ "Besides that one awkward moment, I’m glad he’s doing alright after what happened to him."
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☮ Cahors, Amma ☮ "I understand her now. I just wish I figured it out in a different way."
☮ Kruger, Katja ☮ "I need to reach out to her. I could really use her strength right now." ▅
☮ Olyphant, Banjo ☮ "He’s like a brother, although we haven’t seen each other since the trial. I hope he does alright without Calli around." ▅
♥♥ Tyler, Rory ♥♥ "He feels like home to me. He has so much on his shoulders, and he’s still been there for me like I’m trying to be for him."
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☯ Boyd, Cleo ☮ "I met her at a party last year. I’m not sure we’d have as much fun together now, with my mind like this."
§ Bray, Lucas ☯ "I, uh, hit him freshman year… so yeah."
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Andrew(?) "Banjo" Olyphant (Almost certainly not...) _________________________________________________________ April18th| 22 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ In A Relationship With Calliope | Male | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ As yet unrevealed | As yet unrevealed | Australia _________________________________________________________ Strigidae | Team 21 - Blackjack
C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
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Banjo has proven to be a frustrating House member.
Despite quite frequently showing remarkable aptitude when his heart and mind are actually in the task at hand, or if he feels he has a point to prove, too frequently he displays little to no effort and is willing to try to coast by on the bare minimum.
He has shown to be needed to be pushed in virtually every endeavour, he’s overly critical of everyone involved and present, and even the activity itself. Then upon completion will often either brag about his success or diminish the exercise as not having been worthwhile in the first place.
Or often both. Which makes his successes even more frustrating.
If Banjo knows the names of more than a dozen of his fellow Housemates, he has not yet displayed this knowledge. Despite having been here four years.
Confusingly, he is not unwilling to clean or participate in rudimentary day to day maintenance or repair, or lending assistance in basic day to day things for his fellow Housemates or even members of neighbouring House Ursus. Yet, for some reason has virtually no House spirit, competitive drive or value in the notion of House points whatsoever.
Drawing attention to this generally results in dismissive laughter at best, a barrage of ridicule at worst.
I am unsure how much hope House Strigidae can be expected to have for him to prove himself a quality upstanding member of its number, let alone hopes for demonstrating any leadership ability in his senior year.
Written by 2027’s Captain of House Strigidae
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Banjo was stuffed in an orphanage/care facility from before he could remember until he reached school age. He was then retrieved from this care facility at school age and relocated to a boarding school, by an intermediary he calls "The Butler" due to the man's dress and being provided with no other name. He was then moved around to different boarding schools within Australia - sometimes extremely lengthy trips across state lines - at various times, sometimes for questionable behaviour, and sometimes for seemingly no reason at all over the next ten years.
Over these years he feels he doesn't have a set 'home', or a place which is his. He formed a friendship with a young boy named Mamili Motlop, at a school in Darwin, despite only knowing him for about two and a half semesters, and came to take on many of the Aboriginal views towards custodianship of country. He didn't own anywhere, this whole land felt like he belonged to it.
On April 18th he was relocated one final time. A footlocker containing all of his worldly belongings was his luggage for an International flight to Vancouver, before the long drive up the Western Canadian coastline to Dundas Island, where he would receive more permanent schooling. The school his parents - whoever they were - had planned for years for him to attend.
In his first year here, Banjo was seriously hospitalised after an altercation with the Hyperhuman terrorist, Hyperion, after speaking up and making a target of himself in front of the students in attendance. This briefly made him something of a school hero, despite his own thoughts and opinions on his actions, but the ensuing violence did little to break his resolve or outspoken personality. Much to the chagrin of the faculty.
Now in his final year at P.R.C.U, is there anything else this place could teach him, and would he show any willingness to learn?
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
When not using his hyperhuman powers he is a dishevelled looking lean, but average looking teenage caucasian male with sun-bleached, light 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.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
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.
Banjo gets bored easily and is a prankster, and yet might possibly the last human being you would want to ever get into a prank war (or have believe, he is in a prank war...) with. There are people in this world who have a clear understanding of social grace, and where the lines of public decorum lay... it is yet to be seen if Banjo actually has any understanding or recognition of any such lines. This coupled with an incredible creativity, when he puts his mind to something, as well as remarkable resourcefulness and determination when he puts a plan in place have seen him expelled from many, many, MANY schools.
Banjo can be practically self-destructive in nature when it comes to defending or protecting others from what he sees as authoritative abuse of power. If he can't see any alternative way to "get people out", he will draw the ire and take the abuse himself, almost without thought. People who have viewed this in action have seen it as a form of heroism (facing up to Hyperion), he views it as just another way he's broken from his upbringing.
Despite being outspoken there's a number of things he does and enjoys, which he doesn't talk about because of how he'll be viewed. Chalk it up to dumb machismo. Similarly, he's loathe to open up with most (Calliope being the solitary exception) about the worst aspects of his life, in part because of this dumb machismo, but also because he doesn't want to burden people with his problems, and due to his memories being tampered with doesn't exactly KNOW the full extent of his own past, as well as... again... dumb machismo.
Due to his powerset he has no scars from anything he's endured over the years, and combined with his personality, its very easy for people on the outside-looking-in to think he's never gone through anything.
Views pretty much anyone who would get into the teaching profession as having issues with power-hunger. Not limited to teaching, he views any and all who are in or would move into law enforcement much the same.
Can be abrasive. Will be abrasive. By anyone's definition IS abrasive. But that's all part of the charm...
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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 H O T O - T H E R M O K I N E T I C E N E R G Y M E T A B O L I Z A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Fundamental __POWER SCALE || 05 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Δ
Banjo's HZE conversion allows him to draw upon ambient heat/energy/light in a way that enhances his musculature and creates and strengthens neural pathways, also creating a greater capacity for intelligence.
The nature of his powers also means he has acute thermoception (can determine local temperature to a tenth of a degree) and tolerance to extreme heat and cold.
When he uses his power, he turns completely black as ambient light is being absorbed and there is no reflected light, and appears to be surrounded by an aurora corona due to the effect of bending light around into himself.
When using his power, local temperature and light will drop as he draws upon it, in proportion to how much energy he is drawing.
L I M I T A T I O N S ||
His biggest limitation has been himself. Due to the intelligence gained from early use of his powers, he now sees great potential for things to go wrong in using or abusing those powers - to the extent where he believes he even has the capacity to cause the complete heat death of the planet, solar system and universe beyond.
He is, of course, not anywhere near capable of this at this point. He merely fears his potential.
Whilst his powers create new neural pathways, and clear and strengthen existing neural pathways, they do not bestow upon him any NEW knowledge or intelligence. They merely grant him the capacity for increased intelligence (and perhaps grant focus/allow him to think more clearly).
Likewise, the way his powers affect his musculature are exponential working off his initial baseline strength... so in other words, he would not have to use his powers to absorb as much energy in order to lift a large object if he were well trained and fit, as he would if lazy and ignoring any kind of training regiment.
He won't use his powers in close contact of others, and is even extremely loathe to use them indoors in general.
W E A K N E S S E S ||
As well as his own fear of his powers he's been having recurring nightmares where he finds himself encased in a small, confined, vacuum-sealed space - acute claustrophoblia.
At this point his power taps out at barely above a peak-level human (think Super Soldier Serum enhanced human ala Captain America) in terms of strength, speed, agility, stamina. He's potentially capable of exponentially more though, but again his unwillingness to take that plunge, and see the true depths of his capabilities, stands in his way.
Use of his powers whilst in direct contact with another COULD potentially cause devastating harm and/or death, since he draws heat and light. This is not a baseless fear he has. So far he has never hurt anyone in this way, though. He's just terrified of it happening.
Whilst intelligent and quick-witted, he's fairly young and in many ways still naive.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
We're finally at that point where we address all of those questions of his origin!
What exactly IS his real name? Who is the Butler? Who tampered with his memories? Why have they been running all of these years? Why the claustrophobia, and the nagging fears he sometimes gets?
There ARE actual answers to these questions... and we're gonna get to 'em!
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◼ L O C K P I C K I N G || 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.
◼ R I D I N G || This is not a skill he advertises, but he is a highly competent hill and trail horseback rider, having frequented many Agricultural and Rural Boarding schools back in Australia. He's also handy at the tasks that came with it, whether it be establishing a campsite, fixing fences, baling, even having some experience in livestock management. He spent one summer shearing in Rawlinna Station, East of Kalgoorlie, for the MacLachlans.
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◼ S I L V E R T O N G U E || 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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◼ D R E S S P E A K C A P || Banjo has taken to wearing his dress peak cap outside of regulation hours when he can't technically be told off for it, because he's found that doing so grates on certain faculty members. When not dressed in his uniform, he tends to wear his own clothes, which are almost entirely op shop specials, including an impressive range of Australian band t-shirts.
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◼ Z I P P O L I G H T E R || Banjo carries a scratched up chrome zippo lighter and at most times a pack of smokes (Winfield Blue). He tends to only smoke when alone and working at something requiring his concentration. He'll invariably "juice" after smoking, masking the fact he ever did it from his breath and system.
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◼ L O C K P I C K S || Banjo carries a small set of lock picks in a foldable travel grooming kit in his back pocket.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Banjo suffers from claustrophobia, and has nightmares of being trapped in a confined space, with creeping darkness engulfing him. Due to his memories being tampered with, he's unsure of why, and his struggles with it frustrate and anger him. Unable to comprehend it, he views it as a confounding weakness in himself.
◼ After five years he still struggles to sleep in the large beds provided by P.R.C.U, having spent his life sleeping in small single beds, cots, swags and with his own warmth. He surrounds himself in a "nest" of his own clothes to try and counter it, but between the bed and the intermittent nightmares he seldom sleeps well.
◼ Banjo has a tendency to get 'conscripted' into numerous intermural sports, particularly rugby, lacrosse and hyperball, as punishment due to poor behaviour and expected restitution for loss of house points.
◼ Banjo participates in Debate and Model U.N. of his own volition. Few people have realised he actually does the latter though, and he doesn't exactly advertise this. -
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
"Well, shit...
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...get y'self a better bloody mentor, I s'pose. F'r a start..."
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
"Aspirations..? Have you met me?
...
Y'r serious..?"
*Subject Sighs*
"Alright, when I got here I figured I'd be in-and-out and off some bloody new place within two months.
We're comin' up to four years now. I'm still here. What, are we lookin' for like tangible bloody things, or-- Oh, I know! I wanted to get through school and get me BAR card. That's lookin' like that'll happen. Grades are no sweat there, and I'm all set for the BAR exam. Could prob'ly crush it tomorrow, truthbetold. Now me other grades... well, let's keep it PG, eh?
So I guess there's that. You're probably lookin' at a future lawyer."
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
"When I told that terrorist Hyperion to go fuck himself..?
...Yeah.
...I'd probably give him the finger as I did it, if I had to do it over.
...no, wait! Double birds!"
*Subject flips off interviewer with both hands*
"That and the time I tried cafeteria sushi when Rory and Trevor were on chef duty, aside... no regrets.
Well, let me put it this way, have you ever thought of the possibilty of a raw prawn taking up the same blended space with poorly cooked - I'm not entirely sure it WAS cooked - chicken, wrapped in uncooked rice and seaweed, with a bit of avo mixed in? Yeah, uncooked rice. Bone dry, hard and crunchy. They tried to bind it with some kind of sriracha. Can you imagine that?
No..?
Well, every day I live in envy of you then.
If I couldn't go the instant sunbath cleanse, I suspect they'd have dropped me via salmonella."
The one throughline in Banjo's life. He's the man who has transported him through all of the schools Banjo has ever attended. He's become more laconic and careful with what he says, after it became obvious Banjo had been trying to squeeze information out of him.
He seems to be Banjo's "Handler" and seems to equal parts respect his ability to find and remove himself from trouble, and find it incredibly frustrating due to the nature of his role.
Banjo has no means of contacting him. He seems to just keep tabs on developments regarding Banjo and appears when something comes up. Usually - let's face it - to reprimand him. ▅
Banjo's roommate, along with another called 'Big Steve' (who's name is not even 'Steve' but stuck as a nickname from a mistaken identity in his first week) and an as yet unnamed third person.
Alex was a late transferral to H.E.A.T Program after Hyperion's Attack. Doesn't like bullies, and has started to grow into himself after a life of being "small for his age" (very late bloomer, grew 2 inches and added fifteen pounds in the last year). Always viewed himself as 'Just little Alex' but started to think maybe, just maybe, he could be something more.
Some lofty dreams, huge comics fan. His favourite hero is Superman, but has an in-depth knowledge of comics across the board. May perhaps use comics too frequently in analogies and examples. Well read in general. All he really had in Onanole to keep him preoccupied was a book store called 'Poor Michael's Emporium'. ▅
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Somehow this relationship survives the turbulence of Banjo. The pair have been together since briefly after their admission to P.R.C.U five years ago. Calliope might be the only force in his life which can get him to lock in and take anything seriously. They actually work together and off each other surprisingly well despite Banjo's oft heated temperament and Calli's frequently cold demeanour.
Banjo has as yet made no efforts to propose, mostly because he's terrified of Calliope realising how long they've been together, and how much better than him she could do.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
☮☮ Barnes, Haven ☮☮ "Haven's great. End of. It takes a good sort for me to have access to their place, so's the balcony door gets left open for them for a late night, and me to not pull something great off with it. Maybe I just haven't thought of anything good yet."
♫♫ Kruger, Katja ♫♫ "Katie the Hypie Jaapie... Holds her friends incredibly close. Crushingly close. You shouldn't have to tap out from a hug."
☮☮ Tyler, Rory ☮☮ "A good bloke. Too good. I almost feel bad when I prank him or bust chops. I mean... I'm not gonna stop... But I almost feel bad. Almost."
♥♥ deLeon, Calliope ♥♥ "Dunno what I did to get this lucky. Pretty much at the point of not questionin' it anymore, lest the magic breaks."
☮☮ Roth, Lorcán ☮☮ "The boy in the bubble has tales and adventures he could tell this bloke. Nice thing, he has asked me what Australia was like and genuinely seemed interested in checking it out. Like, not just common courtesy. But then he has also asked Gil about English cuisine."
☮☮ Mitchell, Aurora ☮☮ "Kind hearted sort. Have to admit, I may get a bit protective. Been through similar stuff, and she's still sore from it."
☮☮ Penada, Pallyx ☮☮ "I recognise too much of myself in her. Which means she's bad news in all the best ways. Also... someone here who's genuinely good for a laugh. Which doesn't go unappreciated."
§§ Galahad, Gil §§ "I got my hands on these twelve big ol' black and white headshots in a manilla folder. I'm still not sure how I'm gonna use 'em yet. But thissun'll be good, just watch. Oh. Umm... I'm sure there's probably a real flesh and blood human in there at some point... maybe? But I'm yet to see it show it's face beneath the Hollywood glitz and plastic."
☮☮ Hisamatsu, Mei ☮☮ "Another from back home. There's not many of us, even if our experiences are very different. She stayed put in the big smoke in Melbourne with family. I went everywhere and, well... yeah."
§§ Cahors, Amma §§ "I caught her lookin' at me the other day with an expression as if she was gonna devour me. I'm still not sure of the context there. Can't be good, but. The thought of bein' alone with her terrifies me."
§§ Baxter, Harper §§ "We have a term back home, FIGJAM. She is good, but. Much as I'll never admit it... She just needs to unclench some or the bird's gonna blow a fuse. Her 'the bird' that is. Not Haven."
♫♫ Banjo ♫♫ "She's a rippa bloody pony. Only gets better when everything turns to shit as well. Sound like anyone you know?"
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Lucas Emery Bray _________________________________________________________ May 5th,2004 | 24 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | Male | Asexual _________________________________________________________ Toronto | Ontario | Canada _________________________________________________________ Ursus | Team 21 - Blackjack
C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
◼ B U I L D || Skinny ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Brown and messy ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 5’ 9” ◼ W E I G H T || 140 lbs. ◼ S C A R S || Nothing worth notice ◼ T A T T O O S || No ◼ P I E R C I N G S || No ◼ O T H E R || Often looks lost
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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. So, Lucas grew up feeling loved and looking forward to the future. It can’t be said that his life was the most exciting or always idyllic, 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, for the most part, 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 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. Slowly, his father made the connection between location and coherency and heard enough repeated conversations from Lucas to realise what the actual trouble might be. So, after a hard mental struggle, he set aside his prejudices and called his ex-wife to ask for her help.
Although an inhibitor was 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 a 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 nor were they equipped to help him. 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 their university program without issue only to be met with Hyperion’s terrorism and a first year he’d rather not remember.
It wasn’t a great start, but though the school itself took a hit to its reputation and the ripples mean he rarely hears from his mum and couldn’t visit his grandparents as often as he wanted and now the world’s out to get them, it wasn’t all bad either. At the very least, he still had something to work towards and didn’t lose more time, or friends, or family, just his peace of mind… He spent the next few years struggling between using an inhibitor, then a limiter, and learning how to focus on his own and trying not to fail any classes or worry about the future.
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
With mousey brown hair and eyes, Lucas is fairly plain. His hair does lighten with a few highlights if he stays out in the sun long enough, and if it’s longer than an inch (and it’s been consistently over his eyes, these last few years) it flips and curls at the ends and is generally disheveled. He’s got thick, mobile eyebrows and wide but slightly close-set eyes, a somewhat round nose, full lips, and a weak chin. His face has rounded out as he grew up and is very expressive, whether he wants it to be or not.
With a relatively slender frame, Lucas doesn’t make for much of a presence. There is very little muscle on him, giving his arms a lanky reach and making his hands seem a bit big, as though he’s still growing into them. He seems younger than he actually is and wearing mostly cast-offs and secondhand clothing doesn’t help much. He prefers loose clothes, with subdued tones. Baggy pants with big pockets, and sweatshirts over top of casual t-shirts. Looking put together has never been a great concern of his, nor does he manage it often. He usually just wears whatever’s comfortable or whatever he’s been told to.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
His natural expression is a relaxed frown and quiet air of inattention, contentment or concern, but it can shift just as easily into a bright smile, confused disbelief or an angry glare as most, though they tend to be slower to shift through the motions that rearrange the meaning. His hands are often fidgeting, usually with each other as that is the safest for him to touch, but sometimes they skitter over surfaces rather nervously before settling. Lucas has a ragged, rough voice, often as full of emotion as his expression, though he has a hard time modulating his volume indoors. It is a light tenor, with a slight nasal quality if he raises it too loud. When distracted by his power, it can get a bit distant, but never lifeless or monotone.
Although he’s hardly a reserved individual, perfectly capable of saying whatever’s on his mind with very little filter and always happy to recognise people he knows—or has seen once before—he does tend to be more subdued the more people there are around him or the more used the space around him. He has his ups and downs just like anyone, but overall, he’s a friendly individual who tries to always manage at least a smile no matter how distracted or tired he is. He’s always willing to help and has gotten better at asking for help himself instead of just leaving his own problems alone, even if he still finds it easier just to pretend they don’t exist.
He’ll never be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he doesn’t mind. He has a brain, and he can use it, but if he doesn’t have to, he’d really rather not.
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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 || Psychometry __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || PSIONIC __POWER SCALE || 2 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Σ
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 || Distance, Knowledge, Record Clarity
He has a range of about 10’ 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 100’ 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 aren’t the most coherent until he does touch the object. It is far easier for him to control the information he receives while maintaining contact with the item(s) in question, but it’s mostly just a method of making things clearer and easier to understand or focus on (like tuning into a radio station). He’s gotten better at navigating that stream of consciousness and relegating it to a back seat or narrowing in on one particular record, but it’s likely never going to be an exact science.
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 rather than what they previously displayed. Touch screens are just a mess of taps and swipes and though he has managed to track someone’s specific activity on newer and less-used equipment, it’s pretty much just luck that everything still lined up.
W E A K N E S S E S || Overstimulation and Understimulation
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 while he works through them. Though he has learned several coping mechanisms throughout the years and can get by as long as he’s prepared.
He also has a tendency of losing himself in the walls when he has nothing else to do or when he’s feeling overwhelmed in general, and without interruption, this can lead to a sense of disassociation where he forgets himself and ignores his body’s needs.
On the opposite side, because his brain has adapted to working through that extra noise, he can struggle just as much with a sudden loss of stimuli leading to overcompensation and extra, unneeded effort and he doesn’t really like it when there’s only his own thoughts in his head.
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
◼ Bilingual || Although he’s certainly more comfortable with English, he is fluent in both French and English.
◼ Outdoorsy || Though a bit rusty, he has plenty of camping and outdoor survival experience, as well as being able to sail and paddle small craft.
◼ Deduction || Over the years, he’s learned how to find the details that fit together and the ones that don’t belong.
◼ Juggling || He’s no professional and he’s definitely not going to be juggling knives or lit torches, but he’s actually better at not dropping stuff than he expected.
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◼ Focus || Though it rarely shows up these days, Lucas does have a remarkable ability to narrow in and focus on a singular goal with great intensity when he wants to. More often, he’s also good at detaching himself and drifting in the moment without being affected by things like boredom or worry.
◼ Emotional Intelligence || A good listener and empathiser, Lucas has a mature understanding of the weight and influence of emotions and feelings and, helped along by his power, he’s generally very aware of what’s influencing the people around him at any given time even if he doesn’t always know the full context.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ Glittens || A pair of hand-knitted, fingerless glove-mittens his grandmother made for him and which he will always wear whenever he can, even if the weather might be a little too warm or too cold for their particular use.
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◼ Dinosaur plushie || A small, very simple stegosaurus plush toy gifted to him by his father. He no longer carries it around everywhere with him as he did during his first two years, but it does still show up occasionally when he’s looking for some additional moral support.
◼ Pill bottle || Your average brown prescription bottle. It’s empty, and has been for some time, but he uses it like a fidget spinner when he’s having trouble paying attention in class.
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◼ Limiter || Although he doesn’t use it often, having it to hand for when he’s feeling particularly overwhelmed or tired or really doesn’t want to pick up on something is important enough to him that he keeps it in his backpack whenever he’s out and about.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
I dunno... It’s not perfect, but they’re walking where lots of people do and you can follow the road or make your own and it’s not like life’s a big exam. Failing’s fine as long as you’re picking up the pieces of what went wrong. Everyone cries in the bathroom and it’s not like no one cares, they just don’t know, so ask for help if you need it, kay? And pick your chair up when you’re pushing and pulling. That shit makes my head hurt.
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
I just needed somewhere to be so I could pick up my own pieces. Dunno… Dunno if I found them all, but it’s not the same anymore outside or in. So… I don’t know how to fix it but there’s still screaming and crying and no one listening so I want to help find them. You know? The voices…
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
What? Oh, ha! Right. More outdoor classes, please. That’s fun. Sun’s nice. Roof’s not heavy. I like it.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Immanuel "Manny" Blaylock _________________________________________________________ August 12th , 2004 | 24 | African-American _________________________________________________________ Single | Male | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ St. Louis | Missouri | The United States _________________________________________________________ House Alces | Team 18 - Eclipse
C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
◼ B U I L D || Muscular ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Black ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Dark brown ◼ H E I G H T || 6'3 (192 cm) ◼ W E I G H T || 214 lbs (97 kg) ◼ S C A R S || N/A ◼ T A T T O O S || N/A ◼ P I E R C I N G S || N/A ◼ O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Immanuel was born into the system, as child of two parents who knew each other for but only a few weeks, he never knew those who held the title. A quaint little baby left alone within safe haven box on the side of a branch station of the St. Louis fire department, whose last sight of his mother was the backshot of her running away, although it's not like he had the cognitive ability to understand the situation. It was not soon after his abandonment that the little boy was found by the captain of the station, sitting solitary in the box with but light green blanket wrapped around him, and a note from his presumed mother dictating her grievance at the situation.
His life was no easier from this point on, like many kids in the system, he had no structure. Even as a little baby, he bounced around from foster home to foster home. This cycle went on for years, they would take Immanuel in, host for a few weeks, hell, even months, and when he finally thought this was his forever home, the foster parents would decide he wasn't the right child for them. After a while, it got dull. Immanuel no longer cared, accepting the fact that he would never find a forever home like his caseworker so joyfully tried to preach to him. And after one nasty few-month stint in an abusive foster home ruined his hearing, this thought was cemented in his brain.
The Blaylocks were like his saving grace, light in the long harrowing path that had led his life up until this point. A deaf family who had taken him in for the long haul, teaching Immanuel how to now navigate the world with his newfound disability. As the months past Immanuel grew warry of his imminent abandonment, like the rest of them had done. But that day never came. The last day he saw his caseworker was the day of his adoption, as a kid who kept to himself, he had never cried so hard until that day. That day was the start of many days of what he would consider normal. He lived a normal kid life, and for the first time ever he actually felt as if he had a family, as if there was a structure in his life.
Good things never stay good, that was a lesson Immanuel learned on the eve of his 15th birthday. It was a normal day, just like any other, Immanuel had just returned home from school. The smell of his adopted mother baking him a cake for the next day was still fresh in the air as he entered the home. Before he could even drop of his bag, it was like a switch flipped in his head. It was immediate, the silence he had come to take comfort in disappeared in a single second. Everything. He heard everything. From the sound of his own heart pounding in his ear to the faintest whisper of schoolchildren in the Siberian tundra, he heard it all. It was overwhelming, Immanuel was drowned in the sound of everything, in the sound of the world. He collapsed to the floor, and even with his hands over his ears sounds continued their war effort against the ears he had though he would never use again.
His power had manifested.
Immanuel didn't know what to do, and neither did his adoptive parents. Hot tears rolled down his face as his family tried to help him but to no avail. Several trips to doctors led nowhere but to the dreary faces of his adoptive parents and the shaking heads of doctors, who had no clue why a hearing-impaired child now claimed he could hear it all. Eventually, the curious medical miracle of one Immanuel Blaylock caught the attention of agents at H.E.L.P., assisting Immanuel by fitting him with an inhibitor. Now knowing what he is, and being outed as a hype to his family, the fear of being dropped by the people he now called his parents reared its head once again. Thankfully to the worried soul of a child who has lost too many homes, the fear was a baseless whisper that floated through the mind that hears all. His family did not let him go, not leaving him because of what he was, to the advisement of the H.E.L.P. agents, they helped enroll Immanuel in P.R.C.U., and after that, the rest is history.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
Immanuel still stands as rather closed-off, quite. Despite learning how to love, and feel loved by Blaylocks, the everlasting fear of losing everything on a whim sticks with him to this day. He started this world with a bad hand, and he has continued to keep his poker face high. Immanuel finds it hard to truly trust a lot of people he meets. His early upbringing in tandem with his powers enforces this, unintentional eavesdropping can reveal things one would never want to hear.
Disipline has been a core part of Immanuel's life ever since he started at P.R.C.U. To work with his power he needed to keep his mind sharp, to strive through the noise of the day with a steady focus.
To those who Immanuel is able to place his often conservatively held trust into, he's talkative, a kind soul that rarely gets its chance to shine, and often helpful to his friends. He values his held friendships with the utmost reverence, and does his best to return back everything he has received from them plus even more.
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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 || Auto-Absolute Auditory Perception __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Somatic __POWER SCALE || 2 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Σ
Auto-Absolute Auditory Perception is a hyperhuman ability in which the parts of the ear and brain responsible for hearing are enhanced to experience an amplification of all sound waves to a magnitude where it can be heard at an inteliable level. Through current observations, there appears to be no range limit for sound that can picked up through this ability, no matter how low the sound is.
As stated by the user of this ability, Immanuel, with a heavy stream of concentration his ability is able to pick up radio wavelengths, although currently at a volume lower than that of default sound waves in the air. However possible, this use of his power is the most mental straining on Immnanuel, with him only being able to hold the sound for a short period of time.
L I M I T A T I O N S || D E A F E N I N G C A C O P H O N Y / F O C U S O F T H E M I N D
As stated in the name, Auto-Absolute Auditory Perception is a continuous ability that is not able to be turned off by its user. This fact leaves Immanuel under near constant barge of unintelligible sounds and noises from every direction. This constant state of distraction when not equipped with an inhibitor comes at the cost of a harder time focusing on a give task or on the pursuit of controlling his power.
In order to make effective use of his power, Immanuel needs to hold a level of complete focus/concentration on what he is attempting to hear. This focus is used to help tune out the rest of the background chatter flooding his eardrums. It is on the record that the further away a sound is from Immanuel the stronger his focus must be to achieve a clear, uninterrupted stream of sound into his ears. His focus also determines how long he can hold a steady sound in his ears, this is why he is able listen in on conversations surrounding him for longer and more clearly than a conversation happening miles away from his current location. Immanuel's ability is also confined by the knowledge he has for the sound he is looking out for. To listen and focus in on a sound Immanuel must know what exactly he is looking out for to able to pick it from the ocean of sounds he is hearing. Distance is also a factor in this process, as the further away a sound is the harder it is to solo it out from the rest of the chatter.
W E A K N E S S E S || C L O S E P R O X I M I T Y N O I S E
Although Immanuel has the ability to tune out other noise through the means of focus, this stream can be interrupted. Noises within a close radius of Immanuel are amplified far beyond the normal extent of his power, if one were able to set off loud sound around him it would have the power to completely knock his focus and even disorient him for a while.
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
◼ M E D I T A I O N || Meditation has been one of Immanuel's only form of escape from the overwhelmingness of the sounds of the world. A time where he sits with the sound, he doesn't resist it. He allows it to pervade his mind focusing on keeping a steady head instead of blocking it out.
◼ P E O P L E R E A D I N G || Picking up on people's body ques comes with the trade of having hyper hearing. Immanuel can hear the beat of one heart, the slight raise in one's tone, the increase in their breathing. If it can be heard, Immanuel can pick it up.
◼ S T R E N G T H T R A I N I N G || Much like meditation, training his body aids Immanuel in dealing with the noises in his head. With the main effect of improving his body and capabilities, it also enforces his disipline.
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◼ W R I T I N G || Through out his life the one thing that has been a constant in his life was writing. He always wrote, it was like he was drawn to this archaic form of expression, and from what people who read his writing has said, he has a talent for it.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ W A T C H || Immanuel still wears the watch his adoptive father gifted him before he left for P.R.C.U., apparently the watch had been in the Blaylock family for a long bit, and he trusted it in the hands of his adoptive son. It is a classic wristwatch, apparent age, and another special but the love held in its history.
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◼ A H I S T O R I C N O T E || The same old note left with him when he was a baby in the safe haven box, tucked away in his wallet.
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◼ P O C K E T K N I F E || Nothing really special. A small little pocket knife he bought a while back.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
"To quiet down that little voice in your head. This is were you belong. Get out of your comfort zone, do things you have never done before, have fun, make friends; the usual spiel, y'know? Go where the wind takes you and make the best of every second of it. Time is a fleeting thing."
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
"My aspirations? I can't really say I had any besides learning to quiet the noise without the inhibitor or limiter. Nowadays I guess my aspiration is to be a caseworker? Yeah, a caseworker. My old caseworker was such a steller woman, and honestly I just want to help kids who are in the same situation I was."
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
"I wouldn't say I want to change a thing. Everything happens for a reason, right? We stand, we fall, we get back up. That's life. You learn from everything you experience, and I can't say that if I changed anything I would be the same man I am in front of you today..."
"Okay, maybe I would change missing out on meals to meditate, God, the food is divine."
R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T R E L A T I O N S H I P S H E E T
◼ B U I L D || Gamine ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Ginger and dark blonde ombre ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5’5 ◼ W E I G H T || 120lbs ◼ S C A R S || none ◼ T A T T O O S || Small, memento tattoos here and there, on a wrist, between her shoulders ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Ears and septum ◼ O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Growing up in a small Glasgow estate, Cleo Boyd didn't know she was fated for anything other than the normal life that surrounded her. Her family was small but close-knit and loving. Her mother, Shauna, was always incredibly sensitive and regaled Cleo and her brother, Callum, with vivid stories of otherworldly creatures and magical realms. As Cleo and Callum grew older, Shauna’s sensitivity intensified, untreated, into excruciating headaches and bouts of hysteria, filling their home with tension and unease. Callum's way of dealing with the chaos was to rebel against it, frequently getting into trouble for anti-social behavior. The strain eventually tore their family apart, with their father leaving to escape the turmoil.
At thirteen, Cleo began experiencing the same severe headaches that had plagued her mother. These were accompanied by the unsettling intrusion of others’ thoughts into her mind, and her own escaping into the world as feelings and colors—like leaks from a bottle. Frightened and isolated, she struggled to keep her burgeoning abilities a secret while caring for her rapidly deteriorating mother. Her brother, having turned his life around enough to attend university, recognised Cleo’s suffering and introduced her to Dr. Eilidh Vass, a skilled psionic and registered Hyperhuman.
Desperate to rid herself of the painful power and fearful of her own future, Cleo sought Eilidh's mentorship. Through calming meditation and visualisation techniques, Eilidh helped Cleo manage her abilities enough to start functioning normally again, teaching her how to capture her thoughts before they escaped too far. By visualising something she could easily create in her mind's eye, Cleo found a semblance of control.
It worked for a while, but a turning point came when Shauna's condition worsened to the point of needing institutional care. Eilidh stepped in, ensuring that Shauna wasn't punished for hiding her Hyperhuman ability. Determined to find a way to help her mother, and with Eilidh’s guidance, Cleo applied to PRCU, seeking to master her abilities and ultimately find a way to bring her mother back from the brink of madness.
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL
Cleo’s style reflects her upbringing and home. Sharp fashion, with eclectic influences. She opts for sharp pieces that add touches of sophistication but pairs it off with grunge elements - keeping an attention to detail, but playing with texture, colour, and patterns. She adds feminine touches with quirky heels, pastel colours, and eye-catching makeup.
She has a delicate, but expressive face with blue, almond shaped eyes that often sparkle with curiosity, or simmer with fire when she feels inclined to display her passions. She keeps her hair cut to her jawline, tousled and messy, blonde at the tips and dark at the root. Cleo is a highly expressive and animated individual, and it shows on her face - whether it’s a playful smirk or a narrowing of her eyes, people will usually know just how she’s feeling.
Occasionally, a faint shimmer surrounds her - an aura of her psionic energy that certainly becomes more noticeable when she’s using her abilities. Small, colourful bubbles might occasionally appear around her - especially if she’s feeling strong emotions.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL
Cleo is often described as a whimsical young woman, with a bold and headstrong energy that is representative of her working-class background. Beneath her sunshine surface, there is a toughness and resilience. She does not suffer fools and is not easily influenced or impressed by status or social hierarchy. Cleo is never afraid to challenge someone and is honest to a fault—sometimes to her detriment.
She finds happiness in loud music, in dancing, and in being social. A dry and quick wit is her weapon of choice, true to her heritage. Sarcasm bleeds. Meditation and spiritual practice have been paramount to the development of her abilities, and she holds those beliefs sacred, using them as a safe place to distance herself from unwanted use of her powers. When she accidentally senses something private or shares a feeling that someone didn’t want exposed, she feels deep shame and guilt.
As a psionic, Cleo harbours powerful emotional intelligence, with an innate ability to understand people. This is coupled with a natural intelligence for most academic pursuits, although it is tempered by airheaded tendencies. She can be forgetful and clumsy, and often finds herself lost in overly complex analyses, unsure how she arrived at or how to return from these tangents.
Above all, she is fiercely independent and driven, using her working-class upbringing as her source of strength. She approaches life with a blend of colour and imagination; yet all the while she clings to insecurities about her abilities. She feels her development lags behind her peers and questions her usefulness in a team. This self-doubt fuels internal conflict, especially as she races against time to become strong enough to help her mother. She also fears her power, sensing an underlying darkness—an echo of her mother’s struggles and the voices that sometimes slip in.
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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 ||Psionic Manipulation __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Psionic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD
Cleo’s hyperhuman ability centers on the manipulation and control of Psionic Energy. Having taken on the lessons of Dr. Vass, this energy manifests as delicate, visible bubbles. Through these bubbles, Cleo can bottle emotions. She is able to share brief, fleeting sensations with others—imagine catching a spritz of perfume that’s imbued with the sensation of unbridled joy. These effects are subtle, intended only to gently touch the recipient's feelings without overwhelming them. With great concentration, she is able to tap into another's feelings too, creating an interpretation in bubble form.
Using the visualisations, the bubbles act as a training ground for her broader, untapped Psionic capabilities, helping her to manage and contain her powers.
The bubbles can also serve as conduits for telempathic communication, allowing her to forge brief, synesthetic connections with others. Rather than words, Cleo can transmit colours, moods, and abstract images, enabling a form of dialogue that relies on the recipient's ability to decipher meaning. This method of communication is abstract and elusive, often challenging both her and those she connects with.
Finally, when overwhelmed by intense emotions, her Psionic energy can overflow and cause visible changes to the environment: a room might brighten with her happiness, darken with her sadness, quiver with her anger, or chill with her fear.
L I M I T A T I O N S || Concentration
In order to manipulate her energy, it requires a huge amount concentration and a clear mind. The success of the control of her abilities always hinges on her staying calm and focused. Mental fatigue, stress, sensory overload, or physical disruption impact her control. At this stage in her power development, it is difficult to manipulate energy beyond a close proximity to herself over long distances, the further she stretches, the weaker the link becomes and the more difficult it is to maintain it.
The bubbles are fragile. They’re bubbles afterall… Usually no larger than a football. They can easily be burst by physical objects or disruptions in the environment - even minor contact can cause them to pop and nullify their effects, or disrupt her focus enough that she feels less protected by the stress felt by others too.
W E A K N E S S E S || Physical Attacks
First and foremost, Cleo is physically weak; and any kind of physical threat would render her defenseless. If she cannot access her bubbles, she would be overpowered physically. Secondly, she is so dependant on being calm therefore anything that becomes overwhelming emotionally will render her powers too difficult to use. Psionic power is also mentally draining, and too much use and over-exertion will cause crippling migraines.
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 S || Interpersonal Skills - She makes a great and encouraging teammate, and is able to coordinate and work effectively with all manner of people. Strong persuasive skills/high emotional intelligence that allow her to understand and empathise with the motivations and feelings of others.
Esoteric Senses - An uncanny ability to sense the unseen and feel the otherworldly. She knows when the vibes are off and an ill wind doesn't go unnoticed. She’ll often act on these instincts before others perceive a change. This extends to people as well; she can tell when someone's got a "shite aura."
Smart Cookie - Skilled in science and mathematics; something that often surprises those around her given her usual airheaded demeanor. She is a vast repository of obscure knowledge, capable of recalling facts and details about people, places, and things with startling accuracy (especially the most seemingly irrelevant tidbits). Bonus points if it’s at the most unexpected/inappropriate time.
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◼ T A L E N T S || Rollerblading - Often seen traveling around the campus on her rollerblades. Despite her usual clumsiness, she is scarily graceful on them, swerving effortlessly through the halls and across the grounds. Her rollerblades have become something of a signature.
Cooking - Naturally talented in the kitchen and often uses food as a means to bond with others. Just, don’t question the mess, and don’t ask her to clean it up.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
◼ B L I N G || Item Various stackable rings, crystal necklaces, and bracelets..
◼ B L A D E S || Some colourful rollerblades.
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◼ H E A D P H O N E S || Noise cancelling, to help her block out overwhelming thoughts and focus on her own mind when necessary, she does, however, become less aware of her actual surroundings…
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◼ C A L M K I T || A small bag with incense, tibetan cymbals, and a pocket-sized journal for jotting down her thoughts and meditative practices.
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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Collector of succulents and crystals.
She has a set of personal rituals for calming her mind, such as lighting incense, playing specific ambient music, or sitting in a particular yoga pose. -
P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?
Be open tae the learnings, be open to what they’re telling you and teaching you. But… Know yerself too, listen tae yer own instincts and trust them. Nobody knows ye better than yerself… And to develop yer gifts ye have to trust yerself over anyone else.
W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?
I came here to understand, to protect myself and others from these abilities… Try to be less fearful of it all, to break a curse.
I suppose what really changed was seeing this as less of a curse and as a gift that can be controlled, and it’s no a scary thing.
What’s stayed the same… My love fer my roots, I did think I might love it here, but I miss home. My Scottish blood has kept me grounded.
I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?
I’ve made connections ye know? But… I’ve no really made many true friends. I’m a social butterfly but… To have some people I can really trust and bond with. Maybe there's still time.
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