Name: Nice "Mariane Louise" Morda Age: 19 Gender: Female Height: 5' 7 Eye Colors: Blood Red and Electric Blue Gift:Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice - The ultimate deception. It allowes to change her personality entirely, assuming traits and mannerisms of another person completely.
Bio: Nice began her life like another child would. But not long after she was born her personality beta to water down and fade. She stopped liking things, or hating them. She just went along with the flow. She put on false smiles and fake tears, tools essential to fitting in. When her mother died, Nice didn't cry at the funeral. She stood stone faced, gazing at the coffin, no tears in her soft blue eyes. On her eighteenth birthday, when her eyes changed colors, so did Nice's personality. She became a different person. The false Identity she uses now.
Other: Currently goes by the name Mariane Louise instead of her real one.
Name: Lucky Newman Age: 20 Gender: Male Height: 6'0 Eye Colours: Green and Brown Gift: He make people forget him and what he did, but he can't make them forget anything else.
Bio: Lucky was from a great family and never thought that he would be one of the Gifted. He always thought that he would be a doctor and maybe own a Gifted to show that he had money and power, but instead he became a Gifted. As soon as his eyes changed colours he knew he had no choice but to run. His once loving parents sent hunters after him. He has been on the run for nearly two years only thanks to his gift. If it wasn't for it he would of been catptured long ago. But he knows his time is running short as the hunters have Gifter's that can counter some of the running Gifters gifts. Now he has to find others like him or die, as he knows that if he is caught they will kill him. Other: will add stuff later
Name: Kithra "Kitty" Moore Age: 18 Gender: Female Height: 5'7 Eye Colours Hazel (left) and pink (right) Gift: Unlike most with something along the lines of power, Kithra's gift is dancing. She can enchant people when she dances, but only when she dances.
Bio: Kithra lived a normal life in a normal town and was loved by many, she was popular and was often told she would go on to do great things. And she believed them as it was a week after her 18th birthday and her eyes hadn't changed colours. This was a big relief to many in the town and to her family and to celebrate her family held a party. It was at this party that Kithra realized that her body responded to the music and that she had a rhythm that she never had before. She was always a horrible dancer and was joked about, but that night people asked if she had taken dancing lessons. A sick feeling twisted its way into her gut as she knew something was wrong. She quickly went into the bathroom in her house and looked in the mirror, at first she saw nothing which she was happy about. But as she smiled she noticed something, leaning in closer to the mirror she watched in horror as she eye changed to a pink colour. She instantly knew that her family would give her up, that she would be a slave as she knew that her gift was the gift of dance. She would not be able to defend herself. Without saying a word to anyone she packed a small backpack and left. She knows her chances of living free are slim, but she must try. She didn't want to be a slave. Other: will add stuff later
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Name: Greg Manie Age: 30 Height: 6'3 Eye Colours: Hazel (left) and sun yellow (right) Gift: He can see people's aura's (so he can tell how people are feeling and the longer he is around people and get to know their aura's, he can tell if they are lying or telling the truth) and can tell what gifts people have if he runs into a Gifted.
Gift:Ability to completely negate gravity for himself, and if concentrating hard enough can make something else have this same ability that is human size and below
Bio:Being a normal collage student he heard about the gifted but didnt pay it any mind stating aloud to his friend what he though of the hunters, "the ignorant masses fallowing the lead of the scared and weak". Cloud was sure it would never happen to him because he was too normal to be "gifted", he simple studied his field in hopes of becoming a scientist, even if he didnt look like one. It was ending of his his semester and he passed his finals with flying colors and was on his way to the next year when he realized his chance to be gifted was coming to an end. He was both relieved and saddened by this laying in his bed he talked to himself aloud saying "see you are not special at all" he closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day he wok up to find he was floating upside down, not being able to orientate himself he swung wildly and started to nocked things over in his room. Cloud's roommate rushed in to his surprised, Cloud's eyes had changed and he was floating. Without hesitation the roommate called the authorities right in front of cloud, feeling betrayed cloud climbed out of the only way he could the window. Cloud attempted to grasp something but his roommate pushed him trying to grab him sending cloud sailing into the sky
Michelle isn't really fond of people giving her nickname so she would prefer if you didn't.
Age:
19.
Gender:
Female.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual || Biromantic.
Appearance:
Michelle is a very attractive female as she stands about five foot six, five foot eight in a pair of heels. She weighs one hundred and twelve pounds and she is very slim though built athletically. She did have two sets of perfectly rounded hazel green eyes but now one of them, her right eye to be exact, has transformed itself into a sea blue color. She has olive color skin.
Gift:
Michelle has the ability of Mind Control. She can only use this for a limited amount of time or she will become unconscious.
Damien is a person who holds a strange unnatural beauty that is uncommon from the crowds and is simply better than what most people have. Combined with his appearance, he is able to persuade people to do things for him after staying with them for a long time. With those combined two powers, he comes out to be a very likable and social person person in the very end.
Damien holds a special ability in which he holds a supernatural appearance of beauty that is very unnatural and rare. Despite all odds his appearance will remain generally the same, as even when covered in dirt and grime he manages to pull it off. Also well as his words passively also effecting the people around him in the subconscious of their minds. His words to people tempts them to doing what he wants them to do, while effecting their minds by gently stimulating pleasure in small addicting amounts. In minutes he could make a stranger become his closest friend and make them do anything for him, while more with practicing and power he could make people feel that he is privileged to do it and even be admired for doing so. With even longer exposure, he could always have them perform small suggestions that he gave them as long as it didn’t go against their deepest beliefs. After so much exposure to Damien it is possible for those who are near him the longest to lose most of their free-will and do anything to please him
Bio: Despite all chances of capture, Damien has always escaped and remained anonymous from being captured thanks to his gift. He remained free by using his gift to escape and persuade people to let him go and forget him, allowing him to life a mostly normal life. Thanks to it he was able to get his college degree and get a master's degree in psychology. What the irony, but either way his time during college was fun with parties and friends everywhere Damien liked it. But, everything needed to end just like it began and so with a bang he left by being hunted down. After a big party with some fireworks and alcohol, he was chased out of the city leaving only with a sports bag filled with items and his car. After college he never settled down, always being a nomad with his car being his home as he now drives a motorhome big enough to sleep two with a maximum of 5. How he got it... was by mysterious ways but now it is under his possession legally with his owner officially agreeing to give it to him, along with the papers signed and everything. So he now travels everywhere doing odd jobs and filling spaces in small towns while becoming a close neighbor before disappearing again, but always appearing back there once in an while to reconnect with friends.
Gift: Can become "unnoticeable". If he wants, he can make it so that people do not "see" him, even though he is still completely visible. For example, if he slaps someone, they will notice him.
Bio: Thomas was born to a relatively normal family in a relatively normal neighborhood. He grew up leading an uneventful life, until his eighteenth birthday, however. When he woke up, he looked in the mirror, and saw that one of his eyes had changed colour to blue. He thought it was just the light, or because he was tired. In school that day, though, he got angry at someone, and went to the toilets to calm down. Because of all of the attention he was getting, he didn't want to be noticed, and then people stopped noticing him, unless he interacted with them. At first, he thought this was a joke, but it kept happening, whenever he wanted it to. He has now been on the run for a few months because people have been following him.
Name: Noah 'Ares' Cruz Age:19 Gender:Male Height: 6'1 Eye Colours:powder blue and grey Gift: Noah has the ability to remove someone's emotions, (for example, if someone is mourning, he can remove the emotion from them.) the emotions removed are then replaced with heavy anger and frustration and placed as Noah's feelings. Bio: Noah always had an immense temper. It earned him the nickname 'Ares' from a young age. He lived along with his Mom, brother, and sister on the quieter side of town. He seemed to follow trouble, and it followed him. He went to sleep one day, angry with the world, and woke up with a power unlike any other. He was able to remove emotions, and in return, he was fueled with an anger and fury that the god of war himself must be filled with. Afraid of what might happen to his mom, he ran, only telling his brother what was going on. He told his brother he loved him, gave him a letter to give both him mom and sister, an left. He hasn't seen nor heard of his family since the cold rainy day he forced himself to leave. Other: He has arrows tattooed on his left forearm, and a Poseiden tattoo on on his right arm.
Cole is capable of taking control of the living and the dead, specifically animals but humans as well if pushed hard enough though this can prove extremely dangerous as it causes him to fall unconscious after extended use. He is also capable of healing himself by leeching off the life force of a living organism.
Bio:
Cole is an abomination. His subconscious, a being of rage and malice, has been given life. Most of the time he is able to control it but occasionally in times of great duress Cole's inner evil, what he calls Dread, is capable of taking over. How Cole received this curse is unknown but when it started isn't. Dread's first appearance was when Cole was in his teens. Living with his alcoholic father and little sister Cole's only source of happiness was his sister. As a result when she was killed on her way home from a friend's home Cole was sent into a rage. Turns out his sister was not the only victim of the killer. Other girls had been targeted and Cole found the pattern in his activities. He was only 18 when he found the man who murdered his sister and when he did Dread was revealed. It siphoned the life out of the man and from that day on Cole was never the same. His outlooks on life and people were completely changed. Today Cole is a cynical and almost completely void of empathy.
Name: John Reynolds Age: 22 Gender: Male Height: 6'1 Eye Colours: Left is Brown, Right is like...Bluish Purple Gift: John can sense when other Gifted make use of their gifts, and can feel the intensity based on how far away he is compared to where the gift was used. For example: he can sense you the moment you use your ability, but he'll have to play the Hot/Cold game to find the spot where you used your gift. He can't actually track you(as in you, yourself, not your gift) unless your gift is constantly in use, or unless you're constantly using your gift. Bio: John grew up as a fairly normal kid, taking a great liking to video games and movies and books. He enjoyed watching and reading these fantasies, and wished he could be in one himself. But as time went on John realized what an impossible dream that might be, because he began to notice that he was just a nobody. There was nothing truly special about him, and aside from being slightly above average in school - he really didn't do anything else. No sports, no extracurricular activities, no nothing. Just your average Joe...or...John. That is, until his eighteenth birthday; where his right eye changed color and he began to sense these...things. He didn't know what he was feeling, but one day he got curious enough to follow one of these 'feelings', and he came up to a house just as the authorities arrived at the door. He took cover and watched as the house was raided and a girl was taken out...she had mismatched eye colors, just like him! What was happening?! Why did they want her? Was it cause her eyes were different?! John figured they might want to take him away too, and he wanted to run away from here before he was noticed...but...that girl...she needed help. She was struggling and resisting, then suddenly she looked at John and screamed to him for help. His mind seared with an intense sensation, and he recognized it as the 'feeling' he followed over here...but...wait...the men who were capturing her turned and saw him. He panicked and got up to run, but...no...the sensation filled his head...and he felt brave...he had to help, he had to try.
John tried in vain, and was captured. The girl and him were taken and enslaved; John was trained and forced to work as a hunter to find more gifted, and to the best of John's knowledge...the girl was strapped into a chair, forced to incite bravery into the hunters in training. Other: He's a naturally good tinkerer, and can take apart, put together, or just modify weapons.
Name: Alyssa "Valkyr" Camden Age: 22 Gender: Female Height: 5'9 Eye Colours: Right is a Faded Sky Blue, Left is an Intense Fiery Red Gift: Natural Selection - When Alyssa is pushed to her natural limit every attribute of her body is increased and intensified to some degree, for as long as she continues to exert herself and even as she's cooling down. This effect can stack three times and cause Alyssa to enter a state of hysteria and rage.
For example, with each stage she gains more stamina, more agility, and more strength, and can take more pain before reaching her limit(quick but risky way to stage up). Her sight, smell, hearing, intelligence, and intuition are also increased; but instead of increasing with each stage like her physical skills, they degrade with each stage achieved. Also, when enraged at stage two or higher; Alyssa will attack anyone she sees if a Gifted target manages to elude her. If Alyssa is isolated at stage three, she has been known to exhibit extremely self-destructive behaviors, such as throwing herself at walls.
She can reach Stage One very easily; by something so simple as receiving an adrenaline rush. Stage Two can only be achieved by having reached Stage One in addition to having exerted herself...which could result from something as simple as receiving a sudden and powerful force that would threaten her survival. Stage Three can only be achieved if she has reached Stage Two and is in a situation where her life is at a serious risk. Each stage can only last a maximum of 2 posts(total maximum of 6 posts for all of the stages combined), and it would take her about a post per stage reached to calm down.
As an example of how she might play out; If she sees you, she'll know that you're special...and if you see her, then you had better run...run through crowds, through buildings - in through doors and out through windows - but don't stop, even if you think you've lost her...because unless you're in a car or can get to one...she will catch up to you. She's already at Stage One.
Now it's a matter of out-smarting her, not out running...running won't help you now. If you want to survive, it is urgent that you get her to stop her pursuit - get her confused, get her distracted - if she catches you now, you're dead. You decide to run across a busy street, narrowly avoiding being hit by several cars going about 40 mph. You hear the screeching of tires mix with a shriek and a thump behind you, and you look back to see she was just hit by braking car. She's lying on the ground, and you sigh in relief...but then she starts to move to get up slowly, looking up at you with a relentless rage burning in her red eye. The entire street has stopped now, and as she gets up on all fours as if she were a leopard about to pounce; she releases an almost animalistic scream. She is now Stage Two.
The situation is becoming more dangerous by the second, and trying to run away is now useless. She has you in her sights, and the moment you start running she takes off in a full sprint. You are starting to tire out, but she is just getting started. You can hear her growling and panting as her feet hit the ground behind you, and you know she's getting closer. You detour through an alley, and spot a two-and-a-half foot rusted pipe laying next to one of the dumpsters. Without stopping, you run by and pick up the pipe before rounding the corner to prepare an ambushing strike, and it catches her completely off guard. Your strike lands on her shoulder and forces her against the wall, and she seems to be dazed. You pin her to the wall with two successive strikes to the gut, before sending her to the ground with a strike to the side of her head. She was screaming the whole time, but as soon as you struck her head her screams stopped. Is she dead? You don't know, but you had underestimated her before...but as she weakly curls up and starts to whimper and cry you are reassured that she still lives. You know now how dangerous she is, yet you can't help but feel remorse....though you still know what needs to be done. You raise the pipe to strike her head again, ready to pummel her face into the pavement...but you hesitate - seeing her battered face wet with tears and blood - and then you close your eyes and swing. Suddenly you feel your pipe connect, but you didn't hear the gruesome sound you were expecting. You open your eyes and see that she had grabbed hold of the pipe, and that she was looking up at you with an almost dead blue eye...but her red eye was very much alive and burning with such an intense animosity. Then before you could make another move she shrieked...this time it was bloodcurdling...it was wild, and animalistic. It wasn't human...not anymore...whatever humanity she had was now gone. She is finally Stage Three. Your death is now inescapable...an absolute.
She kicks your legs out from under you, and by the time you fall to the ground she's already standing. She punches you in the gut, and you feel as though the wind was knocked out of you. She hits you again, and again, and you cough up blood. She then grabs you by the collar of your shirt and swings you around, slamming you against the wall. Again, and again, and again she thrusts your body against the wall while screaming into your face. The back of your head begins to bleed, and your sight begins to blur. Suddenly you notice she's holding you against the wall with one hand, and then her fist punches you straight in the face so that your only your head is slammed against the wall. She hits again and again, faster and faster - seemingly reinvigorated at the sight of your bloodied face, she starts to laugh crazily and repetitively...almost like a hyena. Soon enough, a loud *crack* is heard...and your skull has finally fractured. With your life draining away, you live just long enough to see her head come close...and see it rear back with blood covered lips and pieces of flesh in her teeth...your flesh...and then you're dead.
Bio: When Alyssa turned 18, her parents called the hunters and then proceeded to take action themselves. Her dad grabbed a revolver he had kept in the case of a robbery and came to her bedroom. But she felt it coming even before he revealed the gun and took aim. A wave of what felt like adrenaline rushed through her veins, and her just recently acquired heightened senses began to dull. She locked in on her father and the gun he held as he choked out some line of regretful words with tearful eyes, but she wasn't listening. She was stunned by the sensation she felt coursing through her, paralyzed by the sight of her father pointing the gun at her...a single tear ran down her cheek. Her mind was overrun with thoughts and images of hundreds of ways to kill her father, and her body began to quiver. Her father pulled the trigger and fired, the bullet almost instantly drilling through her waist. She screamed, and dropped to her knees and bent over. Another wave crashed through her body, and she trembled and whimpered. Though her sadness was quickly being replaced by anger and rage, her father was overcome with grief as his hands began to shake trying to pull the hammer back to cycle the chamber. Alyssa pressed on her wound, and looked up at her father just as she heard the click of the hammer. Her red eye seemed to burn with animosity, as her normal blue eye seemed to die away. "Alyssa...my beloved daughter...you're turning into a monster...I'm just doing what needs to be done...what's best for us all...I'm doing this out of love..." Her father said as he looked into her eyes, but he hesitated in firing another shot.
Alyssa immediately took that window to pounce on her father, knocking the gun from his hands and unleashing a barrage of ballistic swipes at his face. "YOU SHOT ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU SHOT YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! YOU DON'T LOVE ME! YOU NEVER HAVE! YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF THIS DAY! WELL IT'S HERE NOW! ARE YOU HAPPY?!" Alyssa screamed as she dug her fingernails into her father's face. His screams mixed with hers as he looked up at her daughter with his eyes wide, and she began to growl...quietly at first, but getting progressively louder. She then twisted his head in her hands and snapped her father's neck, grabbing the revolver as she stood up before limping into her parents' bedroom. Alyssa's mother was sitting on the edge of the bed crying, and looked up to see Alyssa pushing the door open with the revolver in her hand and a bloody hole in her waist. "NO! Alyssa...p-please! What...w-what have you done?! You're...you've turned into a...monster..." Her mother cried, but Alyssa would hear none of it...and slowly raised her quivering arm to point the gun at her mother.
The neighbors had by now all run inside and locked their houses, peering through the windows at the Camden household and listening closely to the events that took place. Another gunshot rang out long after the first...questionably long. Many of the neighbors began to panic and call for hunters as well, and beyond all of this mayhem there was one man who smiled. This man was powerful and rich, and a slave-keeper who profited off of lending his Gifted slaves to the hunters. This man was searching for only the most interesting Gifted to make his slaves, and upon hearing about a newly turned Gifted raising so many calls - he put in a call of his own. He wanted Alyssa captured alive...barely. He wanted to "domesticate" her, to train her to work against other gifted. And his wish was carried out...but it came at a steep price.
When the authorities and hunters arrived, Alyssa was staring angrily at her mother's lifeless eyes. But as the sound of footsteps got louder, accompanied with banging and shouting, Alyssa turned and began to growl. "They are all going to burn in hell!" She scowled, and crouched down beside the doorway to her parents' bedroom. The front door flew open with a loud bang and three men entered, each holding a stun baton with handguns in the holsters on their belts. They split up and searched the house, one moving to check Alyssa's bedroom across from her parents' bedroom. The one man saw the body of her father and uttered words of disgust, reaching for his radio. But before the man could turn on his radio Alyssa tackled him to the ground. He managed a cry for help before Alyssa grabbed the back of his head and proceeded to smack his face against the wooden floor of her room. When she decided that the floor wouldn't suffice, she picked the man up and slammed his head against the mirror on her dresser, and then continued to slam his face on the broken glass that now covered the dresser. The two other men had come to the doorway by now, and Alyssa shot the revolver at one of the two men and ruptured his jugular vein, as the other called for backup. Alyssa then held the barrel of the revolver and struck the man she was beating against the dresser in the back of his head, taking the handgun from its holster before letting the body fall to the floor. She walked to the doorway and readied the revolver, shooting the third man in his jaw at point blank while he was radioing for help. But before she could move any further, over ten armed and armored men busted in through every door in the house to surround Alyssa. She fought back and killed several of them as they tried to stun her, but as soon as they switched their tactic to shooting to injure her...Alyssa began to loose. She took two bullets in her leg immediately and fell to the ground, screaming in pain and rage as she fired off the last of the bullets in the handgun she stole to kill one man. Then another shot landed in her leg, and another landed in her shoulder, and another two in her other leg before the last of the men could get close enough to shock her with stun batons. Alyssa's ability to fight back was totally incapacitated just after the fifth shot hit, but the authorities would not take any chances and made sure she was down. They strapped her down onto a stretcher and loaded her in a van, all the while as she screamed and cried. Some of the authorities wanted to kill her now, but the Slave-Keeper threatened to have them killed in return. And so Alyssa was taken away, and once in possession of her master; she was forced to wear a collar with two bracelets and two anklets that would, each of them, deliver a paralyzing shock should she misbehave.
Other: Her nickname "Valkyr" is a reference to(and actually the name of) a berserker-type character in the Free-To-Play game called "Warframe".
Name: Chris Jackson Age: 22 Gender: Male Height: 5' 10” Eye Colors: Brown and Yellow Gift: Anyone in Chris’s presence (within about six feet) feels a sharp sense of discomfort and a desire to get away from him (this doesn’t apply if there’s a barrier between the two). Anyone who looks at his face immediately gets a headache that gets more and more painful the longer the gaze is held. Additionally, he has a subconscious sense of other people’s unhappiness – he can tell what’s hurting them, and gets a vague idea of how to help.
Bio: Chris was a normal boy in a normal town. His whole life, he’d always been something of a boyscout – he was down-to-earth, gentle, hardworking, and kind. He hated conflict, always tried to be a leader, and did his best to see the good in everyone. Though he may not have been the brightest bulb, he certainly had prospects; on his eighteenth birthday, he was just a few months away from heading off to college and beginning the next stage of his life.
Naturally, that all changed when he woke up that morning with one yellow eye. Suddenly, nobody could stand him – not his friends, not his presence, not his community. People looked at the ceiling, or the floor, never at him, and all fled from him before long. But that wasn’t all. He found that he could sense other people’s hurts – their aches and fears, things they’d loved and lost. Not only that, but he found he could help them. Sometimes, he knew exactly what to say, or where to look, or what to give to lessen someone’s unhappiness. Of course, as he stayed in his home town, the source of people’s unhappiness more and more frequently was pointed at a single target: him. He knew exactly what he had to do to help, and he did it: he left without saying goodbye. For four years since then, he has traveled aimlessly, helping where he could, keeping away and out of sight as best as he was able, and avoiding those who would hunt him as long as he can.
Other: Yes, the concept of the character is somewhat based on Cole from Dragon Age. It’s also worth noting that he doesn’t know if the headaches he causes are potentially lethal (they are, but only after a good while of staring).
Gift: Telepathy, if he has skin contact with other people, he can transmit his thoughts into theirs, and he could also hear their thoughts. If concentrating hard enough, he can do so in a short distance, though this will tire him out in a matter of minutes and eventually cause him to lose consciousness.
Bio: Your average run-of-the-mill guy, normal family, normal friends, he was never really expecting the 'gift', it was his 18th birthday that day, when he suddenly noticed one of his eyes had changed color, never really knowing what it meant, he thought little of it. This changed then when he was hanging with his friends that day, he put a arm around one of his friends and he could hear him talking, even though his mouth never moved. Perpetually disturbed and wide eyed, he immediately excused himself from them and sprinted back home, he quickly recalled a story from one of his friends, "Y'know there are some people, who have a 'gift' and this is noted by the color change in their eyes." Never really believing the story until now, he also recalled at how they are 'hunted down' because of how 'they were different'. In fear for his life, he quickly packed and wore dark sunglasses to hide his eyes, he also left a note for his parents, explaining the circumstance, right before he left, his younger sibling asked him where he was going, ruffling his hair and stuttering "A-Ah you don't need to worry, champ." he left home, without any directions.
Other: Other than being normal, he has impeccable eyesight.
Gift: Omnidirectional Awareness-Naddy has a heightened awareness. All of her senses work together in perfect unison allowing her to know her to detect everything happening around her. She can feel vibrations in the air and hear a flies wings beat and her mind automatically takes all the information and processes it allowing her to sense everything around her and knowing what is going on. This also gives her a bit of an "intuition" towards people, knowing there heart rates, pulse even sensing changes in their tones of voice. A weakness of it is she can be overwhelmed, to much and she has a sensory overload which can cause seizures and even brain hemorrhaging.
Bio: Naddy is an only child in you typical blue collar family. An ex-con father worked a shitty job with shitty pay, and so did her mother. They made it work though. She grew up listening to her fathers music, mostly old rock, punk, metal. Hell her tenth birthday party was a nine inch nails concert. She also inherited his love of old cars and motorcycles. Spending hours with him on the weekends arms deep in side of a motor. Her first piercing was at 14, tattoo 15 and she has been in love ever since. Needless to say she is a passionate person. Most of her life she was always a bit of a trouble maker, pulling pranks and school and other wise causing minor chaos when ever she could.
On her eightieth birth day she woke up like any other day and went into her kitchen, her parents already at work as there was a birthday card on the table for her. She took a shower the night before so simply got ready and went to school. Most of her friends said they were digging the contacts, which she didn't think anything of cause she did where contacts that changed her eye color a lot. It wasn't until she noticed that well, she noticed everything. She knew what was happening around her at all times, people dropping things, conversations, but she didn't seemed overwhelmed. She was able to pick things out. Later she washed her face and that is when she saw her eyes. One eye pitch black while the other was white. She wasn't sure what was going on as she decided to play it off for now. Soon though she went to a concert for her birthday, everything was fine and she was having a blast. Soon the lights were flashing, loud sounds banging as the crowd started to rage. She it was taking to much and she started to convulse and started to have a seizure. She was taken to the hospital, they couldn't figure out what happened and thought it was an isolated event and she was released a few days later.
It wasn't long after that that their house got visitors. They said they were from the hospital, but she was pretty good at spotting cops, and so was her father. She looked at them and got a weird feeling just knowing something was wrong. So when they searched for her, she was gone. She disappeared into the night and has been on the run not knowing who those people were, or why they were so intrested in her.
Other:She can play guitar, Bass, piano and even toys with drums.
Gift Lilith has a way with plants and animals. Making plants grow out of the earth, and willing them to curl or elongate. She makes animals attack things, or obey her whims. If she does too much of this manipulation, she can get anything from a minor headache to a bloody coughing fit.
History Lilith grew up with two very normal parents, and a very normal sister. She was treated like any other child, with lots of friends and a happy school life. She heard stories about people with two different colored eyes called the "Gifted", and was told by her parents to stay away from them, just as she was told to stay away from men in white vans with offerings of candy. It was commen sense to her, and she believed that she would never become one of those bad guys Her parents talked about.
On the day of her eighteenth birthday, she awoke to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, and ran as fast as she could to get to it. She saw her mother handling eggs, her sister spraying down the waffle iron, and her father sitting in his sweats, reading the paper.
All was normal, Lilith thought. Her father put down his paper and looked at his daughter, smiling. "Morning birthday g-" Her father cut off in the middle of his sentence, looking dumbfounded. Lilith frowned, turning to her mother. "Mom, is dad okay?" She asked, and her father started to stutter. "Honey, her eyes, l-look at her eyes." Her mother turned around almost instantly, and when she did, she became panicked. "Oh, oh no." She muttered, and she rushed towards Lilith, giving her a hug. In her ear, Lilith's mother whispered, "Lilith, you need to go. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." Her mother sobbed, and pushed Lilith away.
Lilith was confused. Everything was crumbling around her. She didn't know what was wrong, her parents were acting crazy and her sister wouldn't look at her. "What do you mean I have to go? This is crazy! Are you guys kidding me? What's wrong with my eyes dad?" Her mother frowned, and handed her her compact. Lilith flipped it open and gasped. Her eyes....they were two different colors. She started to hyperventilate, and clutched her chest, dropping the small compact. Her vision got blurry, and soon she fell to the floor, unconscious.
Lilith didn't know how long it took her to wake up, but she found herself in an unknown area, with a severe headache and no sense of direction. Next to her was a backpack, and on top of it was a note. It was her father's large print, This is for the best. Don't stay in one place, sincerest apologies, Dad.
Lilith felt like crying, but if she really was one of the "Gifted", she was a criminal. And criminals had to run, whether they wanted to or not.
That was how Lilith started to run, and she's not sure if she'll ever stop.
Blathnat Cassidy Balore (Prefers to go by her nickname, Sugar)
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'6
Eye Colours:
... I feel so dirty writing this, you know. One eye is a normal-light blue shade, while the other is Golden.
Gift:Imaginary Friend.
Sugar was always the type that had an imagination. She created plenty of Imaginary Friends in her lifetime, dashing them all away as she got older. Little did she know, her Gift created another friend. Something is following Sugar. The manifestation of her Gift has created a psychic entity that follows Sugar around. She affectionately named it "Sir Reginald". This Entity follows all of Sugar's commands telepathically. It is invisible to all humans - Except for other Gifted. They see a transparent, featureless, human male of a more muscular build, standing at least ten feet tall. He floats around Sugar, and he has the ability to travel long distances away from her. Sir Reginald is intangible - however, the correct term would be "Psycho-Tangible". While he can phase through walls and other solid objects, Sir-Reginald can selectively interacting with the world, using a form of telekinesis. So, if Sugar asks him to grab a phone from halfway across the room, he can float over there and grab it. If Sugar wants Sir Reginald to unlock a door, he can float to the other side of the room and flip the lock. Simple as that! However, if Sir-Reginald interacts with a human being, he will become visible (Visible as his above description would entail). Sir Reginald is fairly strong too. He can lift up a piano, and knock someone on their ass with a punch. Finally, Sir Reginald communicates with Sugar using a telepathic link, whatever Sugar thinks, Sir Reginald can hear it. Which makes relaying orders surprisingly simple. Sir Reginald can also exert his mental will onto other people, reading their thoughts, and relaying Sugar's thoughts to them.
Bio:
Sugar was the first child to be born into the Balore family after O'Connor, father of the Balore family remarried (After the tragic death of his first wife). Sugar was the first bundle of joy to come from his new wife, Cassidy. She was born after the family had moved from New York to Boston. That said, Sugar had a pretty good childhood, she was young, she played around with friends, and lived life the best way she could. Since she was young, fairy tales and fantasy stories deeply fascinated her. With her parents supporting this, and it eventually escalated to a worrying level. She was seemingly obsessed with fairy tales, which leaked into everything that she was involved with. Her schoolwork, her home life, and play life. Her parents simply figured that she'd grow out of it and left her to her own devices. When Sugar was five, she was given a young brother, O'Brien. She was initially jealous of the child for taking attention away from her, but she quickly warmed up the boy. However, the person she wanted to connect to the most was her older (half-)sister Shannon. Who seemed to be aloof, indifferent to her very existence. Sugar tried her very best to connect to her sister, not succeeding for ages, until Shannon was forced to pay attention to her. After that, Shannon and Sugar became closer, much like sisters should be. Shannon made fancy clothes for Sugar, and Sugar returned the favor in affection. Other than that, there was a slow natural progression of events. Sugar went to school, her obsession with fairy tales never faded.
By the time she was seven), she was at the height of her life. Everything just seemed so perfect. Her younger brother was now two, and already walking and talking (Fragments). However, a few months before her eighth birthday, she learned that she will be getting another brother, Sean. Sugar was ecstatic that she was going to get a baby brother! Since she loved kids. However, her life took a drastic change after one car ride to the Toys "R" Us with her father one night. At an intersection, a drunk man had run a red light just as Sugar's car was crossing it. The drunk man crashed into the side of the car and sent it sprawling across the intersection into another truck. Sugar got her leg crushed between the door and another car. Her father was knocked out hard enough that he fell unconscious, probably with permanent damage. So Sugar was left alone in a mangled car to bleed to death as she screamed for help. Eventually, she too fell unconscious from severe blood loss and shock. Fortunately, Sugar was rescued by fast acting EMTs, and she was rushed to the hospital.
Sugar woke up in the hospital the next morning, surrounded by her family. Thankfully Shannon and her mother had given her an emergency blood donation. The young girl would be in a stable condition, but she couldn't feel her leg... She looked down and learned that, in her unconscious state, her leg was amputated because it was too damaged to possibly repair. This made the young girl hysterical. What didn't help was the fact that her father was sent into a coma from severe injuries and they wouldn't know when he'd wake up. She was given a prosthetic leg and put into physical therapy soon as possible. Months later, Sugar was released from the hospital, feeling like she survived the unsurvivalable.
The next few years were hard as hell. With Sugar's father in a coma, the family were put on hard times. Their depressed mother had to pick up another job just to help pay off their father's medical bills. Shannon had to get herself a job just to pick up the slack. Leaving Sugar all alone with whatever cheap babysitter they could hire. At this point, Sugar felt fairly lonely. She put her emotions into drawing, and writing - and coming up with some good results. Some of those skills stick with her to this day. Sugar's school life was fairly lonely. She was bullied for having a prosthetic leg. She had little friends, really. She avoided them, and kept her chin up. She knew that once her father got out of the hospital, things would be all better.
The next few years went by uneventfully. By the time Sugar was eighteen, Shannon had moved out into her own house, and her father didn't wake up. Sugar had long given up hope on that, and choose to move on. Maybe she'd become a scientist? Help find a way to wake him up. However, her goals were ruined once she had received her gift. An imaginary Entity followed her around... which scared the piss out of her. She tried to tell her mother, but she knew that she was one of the gifted just by the color of her eyes. Her mother, very tearfully, told Sugar to leave, as the family had enough problems. Having a Gifted living with her would cause her another. So, Sugar was given plenty of money, sunglasses, a change of clothes or two, and was bid farewell.
Sugar hated what happened - but she knew that she was now special. She was going to survive the best she can.
Due to an early childhood dabbling with such skills, Sugar is exceptionally good at drawing and writing. It stems from her over-imaginative nature. She would go crazy if she went too long without drawing!
Sugar has an immense fear of automobiles, she simply won't get in one or she'll be triggered.
Making a pirate joke about her will certainly send her into a fit of Irish rage!
