[CHAR] The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

[Daxam]

Vincent Ryder

"Show me who needs their ass kicked!"

Name: Vincent Ryder

Age: 27

Gender: Male

What Makes You A Misfit?: Vincent's been in his fair share of trouble with the law. Not only does he not see the sense in hiding his powers, but he also has no qualms about using them in the fights that he "gets sucked into."

What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?: Considering the fact that the Classified Crew had killed his entire family, destroying the only sense of stability he had ever had when he was still young, and forcing him to more or less be on the run ever since, saying that Vincent hated them is a bit of an understatement. If given the chance, he would gladly burn their headquarters to the ground, but even though he'd never outwardly admit it, he knows he isn't strong enough to take them on by himself.

Appearance:

WARNING: BIG IMAGE

Vincent stands at about 6'0" with shoulder-length black hair, usually in an unkempt state, steely gray eyes, and a scar that runs diagonally through his eyebrow, narrowly missing the corner of his eye. His has a well-built, toned physique with tattoos that cover his right arm, which glow when he uses his power. His outfit of choice is a black shirt of some kind, usually a t-shirt or sleeveless, jeans, boots, and his trusty overcoat. He also carries compressed lumps of steel in his pockets so he always has raw material on hand.

Personality: Vincent isn't a total idiot, but he isn't exactly the brightest crayon in the toolshed, either. He's also a bit of a hothead and enjoys a good fight a little more than he probably should, figuring most problems can usually be solved with a good punch and if not, then it's not a problem worth solving most of the time. That said, he's quick to trust, to his detriment and benefit, and if he considers someone a friend, he has their back for life.

Skills/Abilities: To see him and hear him talk, one may not initially think that he's not only rather decent in the kitchen, but that it's one of the few passions he has aside from fighting. He's also a halfway decent mechanic, his primary magic making it easy for him to create the parts and tools he needs.

Powers/Magic: Vincent's main ability is two fold, one part being a form of ferrokinesis, the manipulation of metal. Specifically, he can alter and shape iron, creating a wide assortment of items with the only limits being his imagination and supply of raw materials. The second half of his main power is the manipulation of raw carbon, capable of drawing it out of the carbon dioxide in the air or even manipulating the structure of the carbon within his own body, giving him ability of creating a kind of dermal armor for himself. While he has an instinctive knowledge of how his power works, explaining it is an entirely different story.

Being an avid brawler, he had figured that just having one tool, despite it being a multi-tool of sorts, in his arsenal wouldn't cut it, so he found a tutor in an underground fighting coach to teach him his secondary magic: strength enhancement. While he isn't able to throw cars like his mentor could, he can easily flip them for cover or, say, push a truck by himself should it ever break down.

Backstory: Vincent and his twin brother, Isaac, were born to the Ryders, a family that prided themselves on their blacksmithing ability in times of old, thanks to their unique brand of magic passed down through the generations. Even when the government began cracking down on magic users, the Ryders continued their business, though they had to keep the more magical aspects hidden from prying eyes. Despite the danger, Vincent and Isaac's parents kept the tradition going by teaching both of their sons their magic. This not only involved traditional book learning, but due to the fine control the magic required, the boys had their right arms tattooed in special ink just like the rest of their family. The tattoos act as a focus for their magic, giving them greater control over the molecules they would be working with.

Then one day, when the brothers were young teens, the Classified Crew raided the Ryder home after receiving an anonymous tip. The Ryders fought back with everything they had, but were no match for the numbers and firepower the CC had on their side. Vincent and Isaac had fled at their mother's behest, but they didn't get far before they were ambushed by CC agents. The twins tried to fight back, but they were no match for their attackers. Isaac, having been more skilled with their family's magic than Vincent, held off the agents while Vincent, at his brother's urging, ran into the woods. To this day, he doesn't know if Isaac died that night or if he was still locked up in Area 66.

Ever since then, he had been on his own, living off of whatever jobs he could get, whether it be working in a kitchen, an autobody shop, or fighting for prize money in an underground tournament. He never stayed in one spot for long and always kept on the move.

RP Sample: helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts): The sun had set long ago, yet Vincent walked down the street, whistling jovially to himself. He had just won another tournament and, after he got some food and paid for a motel room, he had a little money left over. He remembered a comic shop he had seen earlier that day, a rare one that claimed to be open 24/7, and figured he could get some reading material before he hit the road again. Wonder where I should go, next? he wondered to himself. Maybe south? I suppose I could head out west, though. I've always wanted to be a cowboy!

Just then, he heard a siren wail in the distance and instinctively ducked into a dark alley. He waited in the shadows for a few minutes as he listened. Normally, he wouldn't bother hiding, but he wanted to get those comics before he had to run again. When he heard the sirens fade, he let out a sigh of relief and started to step out of the alley, only to hear yelling behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a pair of men, one pressed against the wall as the other aimed a gun at his head. He turned away and briefly thought about walking away before he let out a sigh and turned around. "Hey, buddy," he called as he casually strolled up to the men. "Not very neighborly to hold someone up at gunpoint, is it?"

The gunman whipped around toward Vincent, his eyes wide and his gun shaking in his hand. "D-don't come any closer!"

Vincent stopped and cocked his head, as if thinking, then resumed walking as he replied, "Well, I've gotta come closer. People are sleeping and I don't wanna yell."

The man steadied his gun with his other hand and yelled, "I'm not fucking joking, man, stop! I'll shoot, I swear!"

At this, Vincent couldn't help but grin. "In that case, wouldn't you want me to get closer? It'll give you an easier shot."

The gunman started to see red. This guy wasn't just trying to call his bluff, he was openly mocking him. Not only was he keeping him from an easy score, but he was making him feel like a fool! Before he knew what he was doing, the man pulled the trigger.

Vincent's head rocked back as the bullet slammed into his forehead. The gunman, who had truly never shot anyone before, looked on in horror as the energy from the bullet pushed him backward. This was it. He was going to go to jail, all because he was trying to make a quick buck. The man had turned around to run away, but heard the sound that made his blood run cold: a quiet chuckle. He slowly turned back to find Vincent still standing there, only he was slumped forward, this time, still chuckling. The horror of going to prison was replaced with an entirely new sense of fear as Vincent slowly raised his head, still grinning as the squashed bullet fell harmlessly from his forehead. A muted glow shown through the sleeve of his overcoat and there was just enough light in the alleyway for the gunman to see that the upper part of Vincent's face was covered in what looked like a black shell.

"Wanna try again?"

The gunman dropped his weapon and ran screaming, ironically for the police, his would-be victim running right next to him. Immediately, Vincent began to hear more sirens, growing louder this time. He sighed as his carbon armor vanished. "Well, shit," he muttered. "Guess I won't be getting those comics, after all." With that, he turned on his heel and ran.

[IAmTheIsland]

Hider

Name: Caitlin Morgan Cade
Age: 21
Gender: AFAB | Non-Binary (She/They)

What Makes You A Misfit?

Outside of the glaring fact that they possess a supernatural power, Cait has lived a “counter-culture” lifestyle since her early teens. Not one bound for classroom education, Cait lived an early life of truancy, preferring to duck out of school to ride a skateboard, smoke marijuana, and, in general, party it up as often as she could; all the while, maintaining the barest minimum of an academic standing by which to get through high school. To find Cait in police custody or in the principal’s office was a common occurrence. More recently, she’s been known to cause indiscriminate damage when her emotions get stirred up, which is what alerted the government to her status in the first place.

What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?

Having had run-ins with the Crew over the past couple of years, Cait is, validly, not too fond of them or the government. Following a raid upon a friend's that drove Cait to go on the run, she's been shifting between fear of the Classified Crew and anger towards them for what they've done.

Appearance:


Personality:

The operative words to define Cait in the present day are ‘holding back.’ She fronts with a calm and collected persona, coming across as relaxed, in control, and generally unbothered. She speaks with a stereotypical skater or surfer drawl. She's decidedly averse to aggression, frequently choosing to flee from physical altercations rather than engage. Despite boasting formidable power at her peak, she is hesitant, and outright refuses to utilize her full potential, even in life or death situations. Still, she maintains a certain reckless streak; even while on the run from the law, Cait ventures into public as often as she can, preferring to be out and about rather than cooped up or running through obscure places. She is one who is wanting to wander off, and will steal any moment she can use those subtle touches of her abilities in tandem with her pastimes.

Skills/Abilities:

Cait bears little in the way of many “practical” skills. She has her fair share of street smarts, having spent a wealth of time traversing cities, ducking into back alleys, and blending into crowds. While not particularly gifted in terms of raw physical performance, she’s well-coordinated, balanced, and does have a fine-tuned control over her powers to utilize them inconspicuously.

Powers/Magic:

Psionics; Caitlin’s mind is gifted with a potent psychic power that manifests in a broad litany of applications. The most prominent and widely used practice is that of psychokinesis, by which she generates and manipulates a form of kinetic energy through sheer force of will and concentration. Under normal circumstances, Cait’s psychokinetics are limited to affecting matter on the level of remotely moving solid objects; objects up to her own bodyweight are easiest to work with while maintaining minimal focus, while extreme thought and mindfulness can do just the same with materials that far exceed her own mass. The greater the mass Cait endeavors to move, the greater the focus she must muster, resulting in a need to be single-minded in the process, thereby leaving her functionally exposed.

Cait’s psychokinetic prowess can further be exercised in the form of pure, concussive pulses or blasts, which she refers to as “bullets” or “cannonballs” depending on how much force is put into them. The blasts carry a distinct mass in conjunction with the velocity with which they are launched, which can range up to as much as Cait’s own mass. They can have residual effects upon the surrounding environment, such as carrying gales of wind, or moving liquid surfaces. Cait has further fine-tuned her psychokinesis, utilizing it upon herself to achieve feats such as levitation, improving her maneuverability, and enhancing her fighting in hand-to-hand situations.

The psionic forces through which Cait achieves these feats has manifested a passive defense against certain methods of manipulation that might be levied against her. Efforts to directly disrupt, control, or breakdown Cait on a material or anatomical level are blocked by a subconscious binding that resists efforts to psychically alter her physical state. This doesn't, however, prevent the detriment of external incapacitating agents, mind control, and projections that would damage or harm her.

Cait's power is, to an extent, impacted by her psychological state. Intense lows of sadness or depression can dull and diminish the extent to which she can exercise her psychokinesis and weaken her passive defenses. Episodes of heightened excitement, fear, or anger sets her powers into overdrive, typically at the expense of her control.

Backstory:

Born in Seattle, Washington, Caitlin’s family life was one of frequent moves due to the nature of her parents’ lines of work. Most of their relocations kept the three living along the west coast of the United States, from Washington state, down to southern California. Whether in Seattle or Los Angeles, Cait built a reputation as a degenerate, and amassed a rap sheet of misdemeanors and a few petty crimes, often found riding with a skate crew, grinding up local spots not meant for skating and other vandalism such as graffiti. When she concluded high school, she bailed on her family, then living in Seattle to pursue a career on her skateboard.

Her powers, having emerged when she was fourteen, had been kept well enough under wraps, and had scarcely escalated at home, and never in the public eye. Enamored with her own abilities, she honed them over time. Eventually, she excelled in utilizing her psychokinesis in subtle ways to apply to her skating, and came out of small competitions with high placements and decent payouts. On the side, she hustled by using her powers for parlor tricks on street corners, as well as finding ways to exploit them to commit small-time theft to get by. Little did she know that her actions weren’t going entirely unnoticed, as her repeated exploits had gotten government attention. The “Classified Crew” had begun keeping eyes on her shortly before she turned 20.

It was only a matter of time before she screwed up.

One night, at a raging party on Venice Beach in California, festivities broke into a violent riot. In the chaos, Cait’s powers manifested openly, injuring many, and damaging a fair amount of property. In the consequent scramble, Cait evaded the LAPD, and was pursued by the Classified Crew for several days. She managed to sit low with a friend in the area until the CC found and raided the home, prompting Cait to use her power once again to give them the slip and skip town. Knowing the west coast would be on high alert, Cait fled towards Nevada and steadily made tracks inland.

RP Sample:
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[WhiteAngel25]

Cleome

"Oh, that wound doesn't look good. I like to think of humans as runny...what is it again? Oh, yes! Jello! Humans are like runny raspberry jello, one stab of the skin and the juice all come out."

Cleome (Cleo) Fayreh

Age:

Appears 28

Gender:

Female

What Makes You A Misfit?:

She is a Fae-person, specifically an Unseelie Fae, but that is unknown even to herself.

What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?:

The Classified Crew is a much better situation than getting poked and prodded every hour of every day. At least Cleo gets to watch the sunrise in the morning and the stars come out at night.

Appearance:

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Appearance

Her wings and antlers retract within her body to give her a normal appearance. She is 5'9", petite for Fae-kind, and curvy. Creamy, fair skin with a silver shimmer especially in the moonlight.

Personality:

Cleome is a bit aloof. Many assume that she is younger than her actual age due to being so spacey and sweet. She is deceptively clever in tricky situations and is loyal to those who show her a kind, helping hand. If someone hurts a person she cares about, this winged creature won't hesitate to rip the attacker limb to limb.

Skills/Abilities:

Abilities:
Profient in hand-to-hand combat, specifically daggers and bows
Knowledgeable about medicinal herbs and plants to make First-Aid items.
Can pick locks and keycodes easily.

Skills:
Misdirect and debate: She's good at distracting people with her words and body language.
Creative Strategist: Can find creative solutions to her problems.
Secretly she's multi-lingual in several different races/species languages due to being a royal of her kind.

Powers/Magic:
Vocal Pathokensis: Can use her singing voice to manipulate those who hear it.
Shapeshifting: She can shift into a black swan, a black spotted leopard, and a black and silver doe with antlers.

Shifter Appearances:

Botanokensis: Can control plants to fight with or draw extra power from in a pinch.

Backstory:

Cleome woke up in an Earth realm forest about 600 years ago, ever since then she's been wandering the world in search of where to go back home to the Fae realm. Fast forward to modern times and she learned that Earth isn't so welcoming to her kind. Someone spotted her in her Fae form with her antlers and wings, they called some soldiers onto her campsite. She was captured and experimented on for decades before she broke out after learning how to study number patterns and codes.

Cleo doesn't remember a lot about her life before waking up in the Earth realm. But she does receive flashes and dreams of what her life once was when she sleeps. Since her time in captivity, the experiments scrambled her thoughts, hence her aloof and spacey personality. She is extremely afraid of three things: needles, small cages, and iron cuffs. Loud and busy cities bother her sensitive hearing. Out of all the bad things that have happened to her, Cleome seems to find the brighter side of things in life. Like enjoying a piece of chocolate after a hard day's work.

Cleome just wants to live on a cabin farm deep in the middle of the woods with her plants and animals away from the bustle of people. Some day, hopefully soon, she can live out that dream.

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):

'4...8...2...3...7...2'

Cleome only had so long before the guards would switch shifts and they would notice that she was gone. She smiled happily as the metal door slid open to reveal the receptionist's office. Before she entered, she sang her hypnotic tune soft enough that the receptionist was too enveloped to react. Cleo scurried up behind the receptionist and took the keycard from her pocket.

"Be a dear and erase all traces of me," Cleo cooed as she watched the receptionist look up her profile and begin deleting everything that had been recorded of her. The Fae woman couldn't help but think of how soft the blonde receptionist's hair was and how pretty the blonde would look in a window on the center of a sharp spike. Her focus returned as she hummed once again. "Good little human. Now erase all camera evidence of me leaving and once I am gone, forget about me," She patted the receptionist's head before she left out the door with the keycard to the outside world in hand.

Thankfully, the night was moonless and Cleome had to just avoid the spotlights. Twisting and fluttering, she danced and hovered in the darkness, moving like the ghost of a ballerina. Except she was not dressed in a pretty costume, no. The scientists never allowed her to wear something so special, she had to wear a white shirt and white sweatpants. A crime for one who saw the world in its brilliant hues of color.

Cleome made it to the guardsmen's personal vehicle parking lot just in time as the current shift was leaving for the night, or what was already morning? It was hard to tell without the moon. Cleo winced in pain as she sheaded her antlers and her wings became like a tattoo on her upper back, reaching from shoulder to shoulder. She found a guard that had a pickup truck and quickly slipped into the back while he was still discussing the night with another guard.

Just as the man was headed down the road, Cleome began to sing again, luring him in thanks to his window rolled down for his cigarette. His eyes glazed over as he pulled over to let Cleo in his truck. She smiled as she clicked her seatbelt and gestured down the road. "To the next town please," she spoke with such ease and kindness that her now mindless human slave had no choice but to obey while she hummed along with the radio.

[Hyyde322]

Anita Walsman

Name: Anita Walsman

Age: 21

Gender(or lack thereof): Female

What Makes You A Misfit?: She is one of many witches on the run wanted from the government. While witch is sort of an umbrella term, she actually belonged to a coven. The coven wasn't evil, more along the lines of neutral good, but the government's knowledge of witches is archaic to say the least. Her coven was discovered and raided, yet she along with a few others escaped. Luckily she wasn't processed and remains anonymous.
What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?:

Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):

My Hider

Rebecca has long brown hair which she keeps in a messy ponytail and she has green eyes and slim facial features. She stands at around 5'7 and weighs 135 lbs with a slim build. Her most notable feature is the full sleeve tattoo she has on her left arm which she uses to be identified by the other members of her coven (They use full sleeve tattoos to identify each other). Her choice of clothing consists of black skinny jeans with the typical rips in them for fashion, a white shirt that hangs down at the front and back with cuts at the sides and off the shoulder sleeves. She wears a blue croptop vest and red and white hightop sneakers along with a few accessories which include a choker, a necklace, and two bracelets.

Personality: Having no family of her own save the coven she belonged to, Rebecca can be classified as the big sister of the group. If she considers someone a part of her inner circle she takes care of them, that being said, she not overbearing. She will check in on you if one of her friends is feeling down and needs an ear to vent, she's there. Having a big sister also means that no one is allowed to mess with what she considers her family except her, which means expect a little bit of teasing every now and then. What's that? You're older? Tough, she's the big sister.

Skills/Abilities: Having knowledge of herbalism has given her a little medical knowledge. She won't be able to perform brain surgery, or any surgery for that matter, but she can pop a bone back into place and keep injuries from getting infected. She has some form of street smarts, at least enough to know how to not make herself a target or bring any suspicion to her

Powers/Magic: Being a witch, Rebecca has access to many magical abilities including but not limited to spellcasting, herbalism, and magical channeling,

Spellcasting: She is able to cast spells by using the mystic forces of the supernatural world allowing her to invoke specific magical effects and phenomenons. These effects are guided and governed by meticulously structured formulae that produces a diverse array of expressions that can mystically effect her reality by channeling mystical energies in a myriad of ways that she bring these formulae to life. Once cast, she can use these spells in a myriad of ways such as offensive spells, defensive spells, supportive spells, and other ways.

Herbalism - potion creation: She is able to create potions with various magical effects. Physical and mental enhancements, bewitchment, curatives, shapeshifting, and other effects. She can create these potions in the form of liquids, candy, powders, and even pills, however, she cannot just create these potions at will. Making such concoctions require certain ingredients as well as time. As far as time is concerned, the bigger the effect, the more time it takes to create. On the ingredient side, she requires certain items that may or may not be available at that time, and certain items that would not be available through normal means.

Magic channeling: She is able to channel and harness external and internal magical energy and use it for a variety of purposes. such as teleportation and other means. She uses herself as a conduit for said magical energy to pass through although it takes time and complete concentration for her to use.

Backstory(Optional):
RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts): Being on the run from the government was harder than she expected. She narrowly escaped the last few encounters she had with their agents, and if it wasn't for learning how to blend in from Anya, she would have been caught a long time ago. It didn't last long in her first few months on the run. Whenever it seemed like she was a step ahead, they easily caught up to her, and to make matters worse, she lost contact with Ally, Jess, and Zara. Things were not in her favor, and the only thing she had going for her was that she hadn't encountered her pursuers in months.

She walked the streets, tired and wandering aimlessly as she reached the motel she had been staying at. Opening the door, she flopped down face first on the bed. Everything was a mess, she lost the only family she had ever known, she was on the run for the crime of existing, and now, she was had no way of getting out of this city save risking hitchhiking. All these thoughts swirled in her head as she tried to sleep, but to no avail. It would take half the night before she drifted off to sleep.

The sun beamed into the room and hit her eyes which she met with a wince as she opened her eyes and saw what time it was. "11:00, great, half the day, gone" she thought to herself. She forced herself up from the bed and smelled herself and was not pleased with what passed her nostrils. After half an hour of washing and another half hour scrounging up whatever meal she could find, she would find herself back on the street.

[Damo021]

Sarina De Santa

"You could've said something before I lit there ass on fire."

Name:
Sarina De Santa
Age:
26
Gender:
Female

What Makes You A Misfit?:
Other than being a nuisance in her early years, it wasnt until her late teens when she hooked up with her now ex boyfriend and did petty crime, sometime this involved using her powers reluctancly as she tried to hide it where she could through fear of what she could do, but pressure from the group she was with made it hard sometimes to resist temptation and enjoy the power she had.

What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?:
Initially Sarina understood why would be around, catch the bad ones etc.. but that since changed after they raided her family home and attempted to take her and causing her home to be burnt down. she now has pretty strong disliking to them ever since and she won't forgive them, sure she wasn't always the good girl, but she was working on it for the better, she just wanted to be left alone and live her life.

Appearance:

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Sarina is a lovely mixed ethnic girl with brown hair, touched with some red dye, She usually has it draping over her shoulders, preferring to have her hair flow free. Sometimes or depending on what Sarina is doing she will tie up her hair. She's has dark brown eyes and soft olive skin complexion. She stands roughly at 5'5¾" and has small cheeks, a medium size nose, hands, and ears with delicate slightly over average size lips. Sarina also has a tattoo with it going from her Right shoulder blade and making it's way down her back. She also has her tongue pierced and has a small scar that runs a little along under her right rib.

In terms of attire, Sarina likes to try and keep things simplistic and minimalist with flowing garments that breathe easy. Things that hang over her shoulders, but also keep tight enough that they don't get in the way. She can often be seen in neutral or dark coloured clothing, mostly black and leathers, weather it cargo pants, jackets etc... Typically, Sarina prefers to wear black high heel or standard combat boots but can easily slip into sneakers. She's not the type of girl to go all out fancy - though, honestly, she does secretly like the feeling of a dress or a skirt hanging neatly off her body. Sarina, despite being partial to more practical foot wear, can easily rock a heel if she needs to.

Personality:
Sarina is an interesting individual. She has had to learn to adapt and improvise to her surroundings which has led her into becoming a capable individual, she'll do what she can to help out if it benefits her situation. But; does try to keep a strong idea of what is right and wrong but that does not always work out, she isn't the type to make friends fast, to her trust takes time and shouldn't be something fast to toss around, just don't break it.

Sarina loves her music and is as likely to listen to metal music as she is calm, just depends on what she feels listening to at the time and may even sing to it when she is in her own world. But; despite this is, Sarina appears to not care less about material things, like online fashion, posting what someone is eating, celebrities and posting her every move on some social media network.

Sarina considers herself as an approachable person that is kind to those that earn it, open and honest, she is quite wary knowing more than she may let on, Sarina can have a fiery temper especially when she is passionate about something. But don't let her flaws fool you, she can have a laugh, be friendly and Sympathetic to others capable of giving second chances. Sarina is the type however that is loyal to those who do right by her and looks out for her friends even if it just to listen or be a shoulder to cry on.

Skills/Abilities:
Sarina is ambitextrous with Very basic understanding of self defence, she is pretty decent with a handgun as her ex taught her, Sarina is also skilled in various forms of Poi Dancing, Fire Poi being her favourite and is proficient in parkour and pickpocketing from her past life, she is also pretty handy at darts and pool.

Powers/Magic:
Pyrokinesis. Sarina can control the kinetic energy of atoms to generate, control/manipulate fire Allowing her to excite or speed up an object's atoms, increasing their thermal energy until they ignite, not necessarily objects, but also air particles, she can control and move the flames, along with fireproof skin and thermal resistance something that is a life saver. This also allows Sarina to illuminate a dark area. Sarina is also capable of flight with a pair of flame wings she can manifest, her body is engulfed in flames during this time. Sarina will continue learning new ways to use her amazing abilities.

Fire Ball Projection which is the ability to create and manipulate fireballs in her hands and throw them, Fire Stream Projection will enable Sarina to generate or create flame thrower-like blasts of flames that can go up to long ranges. They can burn things with intense engulfing flames but sadly there is no telling if Sarina will be able to control the size and radius of her blasts initially. Fire Breath is the ability to manipulate the fire in her lungs and exhaling to spew a torrent of fire. Fortunately, Sarina has thermal resistance in her throat and mouth which is something she has not yet discovered because now she can only use her hands.

Sarina will be able to understand and control her gift enough for Pyrokinetic combat in the form of Fire Shield Construction which will allow her to create a shield out of the fire to defend/protect herself from harmful, melee and even offer minimal resistance to cold attacks. On the more offensive side, through concentration, Sarina can create a sword of fire that not only can do physical damage like an actual sword would, but also can burn them severely if she chooses to, this includes a flaming lasso/whip. If there is one thing Sarina won't always admit is her fear of what she might capable of, especially after the incident at her home.

Backstory:
A third-generation native to Klamath Falls, Sarina is one of 6 siblings, four brothers and one other sister within the De Santa family. the last name itself carrying quite a positive reputation around the town and putting quite a bit of pressure on herself and her siblings as they grew up, expected to be perfect children. Sarina was a very active, difficult child from the moment she could stand on her own two feet. Although some would have reservations about having so many siblings, Sarina was over the moon to have others she could look out for and take care of if needed.

As Sarina entered into her teen years, her knack for getting into trouble only increased and seemed to even get more dangerous for her. This streak in her of course, caused many fights within her family as she had a name and reputation to hold up but Sarina just couldn't find it in himself to care enough to quit having her fun. It was also around the time of discovering her unique capabilities. Seeing their sister constantly in trouble upset her other siblings greatly, which hurt Sarina in the special place of her heart reserved for them, but she didn't dare show it - not if she wanted to keep her own "bad girl" persona up. Her family had one reputation to keep, and she had another.

It was also during these years that Sarina met a set of twins, Alexander and Jessica. Being the same age she was, Sarina got along quite well with Jessica and the two eventually became the best of friends. But what Sarina hadn't counted on was developing strong feelings for Jessica's brother, Alexander, who also seemed to have a knack for trouble. The two of them hooked up on occasion without telling anyone, knowing that it would put a strain on her friendship with Jessica, and it did. Sarina and Alexander were quite the pair when they began to hang out with each other more openly, what was considered petty crimes turned into much larger ones - starting fights, street racing, tagging and even thievery. This was where Sarina came to her senses and bailed out of that lifestyle, when the group she was with took it up a notch, it was not so funny anymore, and feared it would bring to much attention to her and the magic she possessed.

Soon enough Sarina made her way back to Klamath falls from her travels, it had been years since she was last their and contact was patchy at best. But none the less she made it home, to her parents, her siblings had since moved out doing their own thing. It was rough and not perfect, but she owned her mistakes, apologised and asked for a place to stay while she worked on getting herself back onto her own feet, Sarina never once asked for their forgiveness, Over the coming weeks however; peace would not last.

Sarina was eventually caught out during a night raid by CC agents, she managed to knock several guy's back with flame attacks and struck another directly with a flame thrower like attack, severely injuring them all. Unfortunately for her, this caused the house to catch fire, negligence on her part, but the CC agents had knocked out her parents and retreated out of the house. Try as she might, she was struggling in her desperate attempts to get them out before being helped by one of her brothers who arrived and managed to get them out together, surprisingly her brother used the chaos to help his sister escape from the CC agents, she has been living her life one mile at a time since, not knowing the fate of her parents as contact has been difficult.

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"Is it really a choice?"

It had been several days since the warehouse fight, Sarina was more than happy to go back out there and do her own thing, continue on the search for her target, after all it is personal for her. Still the circumstances of that night still played in her mind, not that she normally cared about such things, but now her enemies would be starting to learn she had teamed up with a titan at least. Cyborg and Arsenal had convinced her to meet again to talk, and that is how she found herself sitting on a park bench waiting.

She didn’t have to wait too long, her constant observation and expectation of some sort of ambush had her notice two men approaching her, to her surprise it was none other than Cyborg and Flash, it literally looked like three casually dressed individuals simply meeting up and nothing out of the ordinary.

“You actually turned up, I was expecting you to have already skipped town” Vic would begin.

Sarina had a sly smile showing. “I almost did, Considering I’m meant to be a villain and all, But I was curious what you had to say.” The trio began to through the park.

“Curiosity killed the cat”

“Why did you bring him again?” She pointed at Wally.

“Look we are not here to reignite hostilities” Cyborg momentarily raised his hands, before casually placing them down. “I will be real with you, there are those out there that would like nothing more than to put you in that super powered prison in Queens. But after your actions the other day, I managed to persuade them to give me a chance to offer you a choice, and it will be completely up to you.”

Sarina listened as Cyborg finished his sales pitch. It was true, she probably deserved to get locked away in all honesty, but why would a titan of all people try to put their neck out on the line for someone like herself? She surely didn’t deserve it in her mind. “I’m listening”

“There are to choices you have, the first being, we can go our separate ways, you would a twenty-four hour reprieve, you can carry doing what you always have done, the other option will be forever closed and if you get captured you’ll be taken to Queens.” Cyborg paused for a moment allowing it to sink in. “The second option is to come joins us at Titans academy, especially after your recent actions.”

Sarina raised an eyebrow and stopped walking. “Is that really a choice? You’re basically telling to take my chances and possibly go to prison, or go to school”

“It is not a school; it is an academy.” Wally pitched in. “Your actions have opened up a rare opportunity, you could literally turn your life around, not always be the bad guy anymore, sure not all may forgive you, but you have a chance to use your powers for good, you could be a super hero.”

Sarina stifled a laugh. “Me a superhero? Sorry, but in what screwed up world would that ever be allowed to happen?”

“This one” Cyborg pipped in. “You have no idea just how much of an opportunity you got yourself into, honestly what have you got to lose in trying?” To be fair, he had a point, what did she have to lose? At this point she had more enemies than she did allies, what is the worst that could happen?