[CHAR] MetaOps - Project: God Complex

[Guess Who]

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Code Name: Crosscut

Real Name: Ray Stevans

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Powers: Crosscut has the ability to teleport. Unfortunately though, he cannot just teleport anywhere he wants. Crosscut has a limited unconscious extrasensory ability that prevents him from teleporting into any area that he cannot see or has not seen in the past, as doing so runs the risk of injury or death by materializing partially or entirely within a solid object. Through practice, Crosscut has increased the mass he can teleport with him, though the limit to the amount of weight he can carry when teleporting and the distance over which he can teleport with such additional loads are unknown.

Origins/History: When Ray was sixteen, he was walking home from his high school when a drunk driver swerved. With the car heading straight for him, and with no time to get out of the way, Ray closed his eyes and prepared for the cold hands of death to take him. When nothing happened, Ray opened his eyes to find himself not only unharmed but somehow in the middle of his living room. Ray didn't know how he had gotten this strange new ability, and he didn't really care anyway, but now that he had it he began to take advantage of it, barely ever walking to any location now that he could just appear there in an instant. It was this abuse of his new power that caught the U.S. government's attention, and as soon as he turned eighteen they recruited him for a new program known as MetaOps and gave him his new name: Crosscut. Since then, Crosscut has participated in MetaOps' most dangerous and clandestine missions, and currently leads the strike team put together to recover the weapon created by Project: God Complex.

Personality: Being in MetaOps for around seventeen years now, Crosscut has matured a lot since when he first got his powers. He has gained a very tactical mindset and almost every action he does is planned out in advance to receive the best results for the mission at hand. Even something as simple as socializing is only done to increase team morale.

[Scarifar]

Code Name: Widowmaker

Real Name: Michelle Kine

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Powers: None. She is a normal human through and through. Instead, she has these talents:
-Sharpshooter: Michelle is a master with virtually any firearm one could come up with. Pistols, sniper rifles, grenade launchers, you name it, she can use it.
-Battle instincts: honed through a lifetime of fighting both normals and super humans, Michelle both reacts and recovers more quickly than most.
-Fist fighting: Just because she uses firearms so much doesn't mean she doesn't know how to fight without one.

Origins/History: Michelle grew up in a rough neighborhood. Gangs controlled the streets, and not even the police did anything about them; in fact, some were even bribed to keep their noses out of the conflict. As a result, little Michelle had to learn how to fend for herself. It certainly wasn't easy, especially since she was a girl. In time, though, she earned a reputation among the gangs so they knew not to bother her.

Of course, things took a turn for the worse when she encountered a gang leader who was a super human. She fought hard, but she ultimately could not contend. Before she faced complete defeat, however, she was fortunate enough to have another super human interfere in the fight and save her. Michelle was too proud at first to express her thanks, but they eventually became good friends.

When they grew up, they enlisted in the military. The two went through tough times, both in the field and at home, but they were inseparable. At least, until one day, when two were caught by surprise and Michelle's friend died in the firefight by another super human. Michelle had quickly killed the one who had done the deed, but it did little to ease the pain of the loss.

Shortly after, Michelle was approached with the offer to join MetaOps, which Michelle accepted.

Personality: Michelle has a hard look in her eyes, as if she had seen terrible things. She's also not the most chatty person either. However, the look can soften, and a kinder personality will show. In a fight, there's no one else you would have to stay by your side, and will stay by you if your death slowly approaches.

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[baskets]

Code Name: Witch

Real Name: Samantha Choi

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Nationality: Korean-American

Powers: Witch has telekinesis, similar to having an extra pair of long, strong, invisible arms. Limited to a range of twenty meters, the strength of her telekinesis is directly related to Witch’s physical strength and fatigue. The more in shape she is, the more weight she can carry. However, her telekinesis does not simply extend her reach; the weight she can carry through telekinesis versus how much she can normally carry is multiplied by a factor of ten. If Witch can lift up a one hundred pound object with her hands, she can lift a one thousand pound object through telekinesis.

Other notes about her “arms”:

• Witch must be able to see what she is trying to carry.
• Her telekinesis can also be used to lift herself up, giving the impression she can fly or float.
• Finally, her “arms” are not only good for carrying things, but also smashing or tearing things. Again, they are like invisible arms, so anything a normal person could do with their arms, she can do with her extra ones.

Origins/History: Samantha had a fairly privileged life prior to joining MetaOps. She attended college for a major in physics, but Sam still found enough free time to party almost every weekend (except for during midterms and finals. Nobody parties during midterms and finals). She didn’t get into any trouble during college, however, and graduated at 22 with a stellar GPA.

After graduation, however, things got a little difficult. Sam had trouble finding a job, so she got on the next flight to Korean and stayed at her grandparents’ house in Seoul. It was in Seoul that Sam realized that she could pick things up from a distance, something she swore she couldn’t do beforehand. She began toying with her newfound power in the safety of her own home, slowly getting accustomed to using her extra arms. Sam began to piece together the details of her power; their effective distance, their strength, and how they related to her strength.

It didn’t take long for her grandparents to find out she had telekinesis. After long deliberation, they ultimately decided to turn Sam in to the authorities. Sam refused, running from her grandparents’ home out of fear. However, Sam’s inherent recklessness kept getting her into trouble. She would abuse her power to try to steal from stores in order to survive on the streets of Seoul. For several months, Sam got along nicely in Seoul. However, her luck eventually ran out, and a shopkeeper noticed that he was being robbed. Sam managed to escape, but the security footage didn’t lie. The shopkeeper alerted the government right away.

As soon as the guns started to be waved at Sam, she surrendered. She was held in isolation for several days while the Korean officials decided what to do with her. Ultimately, she was handed over to the US government and given to MetaOps.

For her first year at MetaOps, much of her time was devoted to strengthening her powers and learning their limits, as well as extensive training in hand-to-hand combat. Sam found that she was a quick learner in hand-to-hand and quickly excelled. She’s no expert, but she’s pretty damn good at it. After that first year, Witch was deemed ready to go out into the field, and has since spent a year operating for MetaOps.

Personality: Sam’s primary trait is that she is absolutely curious about everything. If she doesn’t know something to a satisfactory degree, Sam will question anyone she can until she does. However, her curiosity comes with a downside. Her inquisitive nature often leads to strong cynicism, so she finds herself questioning people’s motives more often than she’d like to admit to.

Not to say that Sam is an absolute cynic. She still considers herself fortunate that MetaOps picked her up from the Korean government and that she doesn’t have to spend the rest of her life in a prison or lab somewhere, and Sam keeps that in mind at all times. She has utmost respect for authority within MetaOps and has fierce loyalty to the division.

For the most part, Sam thinks in a procedural, rational manner, but it doesn’t take much for her to lose her cool. She’s young, she’s reckless, and MetaOps often finds itself having to clean up after her or reprimand her actions or rein her in.

Appearance: Sam is small and unseeming, standing at only 5’4, but the nature of her power requires her to stay in excellent physical condition. She’s short, but she’s tough, and has a strong, muscular body to make up for her size.

As for her other features, Sam has bleached and dyed her naturally black hair into a beach blonde color, wearing it in a medium-length ponytail. She wears thick frame glasses over her dark brown eyes which she replaces with contacts when she is sent on a mission.

Speaking of which, her mission attire is a completely black, full-body jumpsuit, with pockets scattered over her legs in various sizes to carry a multitude of things. In addition to this, Sam wears military-grade combat boots and gloves and is more often than not found wearing a different kind of hat on her head.

@Guess Who thank you for this image! Sam in her suit (minus the goggles)


(the idea for Sam’s power was most definitely inspired by both Chronicle and Elfen Lied. in fact, I might as well have taken a carbon copy from both of them and placed it here, so you could most definitely refer to those if you want a clearer picture of Sam’s power!)

[Slypheed]

Code Name: Pirate Queen

Real Name: Cathryn Tessaro

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Nationality: Italian-American

Powers: Weapon Manipulation. Capable of summoning many different types of weapons. Ranging from small pocket knives and pistols, to heavy caliber weaponry like machine guns and launchers. As well as heavy weight swords, maces, and axes. Even bows. All the while having inexhaustible supply of ammunition. Has even summoned larger weapons like cannons, but can get quite exhausted when summoning even one.

She can also operate weapons telekinetically. Allowing her move, fire, and reload weapons without physical contact. However, the range is quite limited to the size of the weapon. Small firearms like pistols can only go approximately four feet from her. Swords and other melee weapons can go farther, about ten or so feet. Larger guns like assault rifles and shotguns go about the same distance. The number of telekinetically manipulated weapons is limited as well. Three firearms max, five melee weapons max. This number is excluding any weapons she is currently holding.

A unique thing about her power is her instantaneous, yet temporary, mastery of any weapon or weapons she operates. Once she stops operating the weapon(s) she loses all knowledge on how to handle the weapon.

Origins/History: Cathryn didn't learn of her powers till she was 19, when she was aboard a passenger vessel with her parents. The vessel was boarded by some lowly local pirates attempting to seize the vessel and kill anyone who stood in the way. She noted they weren't very organized, but stayed to the side. It was when her mother accidentally bumped into one of the pirates, which proceeded to beat her mother, that caused her to interfere. The man's assault rifle being tugged away from him, first by her own hands, but then by telekinetic means. Shortly after seizing the rifle from him, it was aimed at him, then a few shots rang out. She then became interested in modern piracy a few years after.

Cathryn was more than just some pirate in desperate need of money, she was quite successful. Branded as a national, and even an international threat at some point in her time of tyranny. The name Pirate Queen is more true to it's word than most would like to believe. She was the ring leader of a pirating syndicate. Terrorizing the waters around the world, taking out smaller pirate groups and some larger ones. Even finding a way to terrorize two of the Great Lakes for a few months. This earned her a mixed reputation amongst the world. They were thankful that she took out some of that other pirate rings, but were fearful if she became the only pirate leader and collapse the global economy. The Navy tended to be wary of her presence, sending out messages, warning to keep her distance and warning shots fired in the vicinity of her ships. Which were empty to her and usually pushed the lone vessels out of her area.

She had pretty good control over the international waters. But one day, the Navy came up with a plan. Not a mouse trap, or assassination. Those had been tried one too many times for their comfort, and she had noticeably learned from those attempts. No, their plan was something they only tried once before, that ended in a stalemate between the two forces. A head on fight, no sneaky operations. Just a straight head on fight between both forces, but they got their timing right. Bringing a force over twice the size of hers while she was on patrol with three ships.

The battle was still ferocious, but she was ultimately taken down. Her own personal, nearly sunken ship being towed behind a Navy vessel. They didn't want to take her aboard, fear of her commandeering the vessel then fleeing. She was to be given specialty treatment. This treatment being a special firing squad that sat back about 20 feet to ensure that even if she did try to shoot at them, they could take her out before she could take the whole squad out.

And it almost happened, but someone paid her a visit on the scheduled day. And asked a few questions. Shortly after the visit ended, she was given to the U.S. Government who placed her in MetaOps, and has been in the group for a few years now

Personality: A very pompous and flirtatious woman who will get what she wants one way or another. She does suffer from occasional depression, and refuses to talk to anyone as to why.

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[LokiLeo789]

Code Name:
MicWiz

Real Name:
Alexander Ziker

Age:
24

Nationality:
Caucasian

Powers:
Energy Constructs
Alex can create tools, weapons and other objects from Energy. He can create any can imagine but has to have a good idea how it functions. His constricts can be broken if the amount of force that is applied is greater than the amount the user's imagination can produce.
Alexander can use this ability through a wand with a glowing, pink colored, diamonds shaped object on the top. His energy constructs are all colored neon pink.

Origins: Alex grew up in a fairly normal environment. Despite having to raise a child as a single parent, his mother still did her best to give her child what he wanted. There was never a shortage of fun when it came to spending fun with his mother. Alex never knew his father, and truly never cared to ask about him. His mother did all she could to be a mother and a father to her son. She had the privilege of having a well paying job a computer programmer, giving her the opportunity to work at home, and spend time with her child.

Alex was never a straight A student, but he did what he could in school. Alex was fortunate enough to get into a good collage. Unfortunately, Alex struggled with school, stress angered him, but he hid it with humor. To make things worse, his mother was starting to have health problems. Alex was slowly getting depressed, and for the first time in his life he wished he had a father.

The was the lowest point in his life, once he hit his Jr. Year, Alex barely went to school anymore. His mother could not do anything to help her son, since she had a hard time even helping herself. This was the time when hour begin to develop his powers. Alex retreated to his imagination during this time, hopping to escape from the world around him, maybe to unwind. When what he thought up came into existence, he was astonished, disappointed that it was pink, but was amazed. He showed his mother this power, but when she saw it, she was not amazed, instead, she was horrified. She contacted the authorities and he was taken into custody.
Alex was soon handed over to MetaOps, since then he has been trained to control his ability. Learn how it works, widen and make more use of his imagination, he will soon be ready to be sent out. Unfortunately, Alex still has mixed feelings about his mother.

Personality:
Alex is easygoing, upbeat, energetic, funny, flirty and loves to tell jokes, even if they aren't funny. Alex is genuinely very intelligent and honest, and cares about his friends and family. He sometimes doesn't think before reacting and he enjoys pulling pranks on people, especially those who he doesn't like. Despite his jokey attitude, Alex has been shown to have a serious side, which happens when he is angered by someone or when the situation calls for it.

[Puffhead]

Code Name: Chimera

Real Name: Drake Marble

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: He's an all-American mutt, with Indian, Native American, Irish, German, Mexican, and pretty much anything else you could think of, but he comes from America.

Powers: Drake is a shapeshifter, but strangely enough he can't use his powers correctly. Instead of simply being able to turn into something or someone at will, for some reason he simply can't do it. Instead, he must observe an animal or person he wants to turn into for almost hours at a time in order to perform the shift, so instead of simply trying to master several forms he's only mastered one, something which he calls the "Chimera". The Chimera is a massive beast almost the size of an elephant, and is a mix of the most deadly creatures in the world. It has the head and claws of a wolf, wings of a giant bat, the tail of a lemur, the horns of a rhinoceros, and a scorpions barb on the end of its tail. Drake is always trying to find room for improvement on this form, always researching animals to make it more effective in battle. As the Chimera he has incredible strength and speed, as well as the ability to hear and smell things from miles away. His wings allow him to fly for large distances, and even carry others with him at times.

Origins/History: Drake came from a very normal, ordinary family with only one exception: his parents were both 'gifted'. His father was a shapeshifter, his mother had the ability to neutralize or negate most powers through genetic telekinesis. They assumed, given his mothers powers, that Drake would be a normal boy with no need to worry about things such as powers... They were greatly mistaken. Instead, what they got was a boy who's powers were absolutely out of control from a young age. He was completely unable to control his shifting, turning into the randomest animals at the most unpredictable times. So, Drakes mother used her powers in an attempt to permanently negate her sons abilities, and this did work... To an extent. Now Drake has to struggle in order to shift into something, sometimes to the point where it hurts, and his out of control powers did have a lasting effect on him. To this day his ears are permanently trapped in the form of a wolf, causing him to be highly sensitive to sound at times, as well as his hands always having the retractable claws of a cat. However he reuses to simply let his gift go to waste. Instead, ignoring his parents warnings, he set off to go use his strange power to help people, and to protect them... So far it hasn't been working that well for him however. He joined the MetaOps after another failed attempt to help someone, this time a woman being mugged. He had saved her of course, but at the very sight of the terrifying creature she had screamed and ran. This , a lot with several other incidents, caused the government to become involved and to attempt to detain him. However, they found the boy was extremely reasonable and willing to go without question. Soon enough, he was recruited to join the team with the promise hat he could use his powers to do the most good.

Personality: Drake is a fun , easy going, and caring guy. Despite his power being truly terrifying and the stuff of nightmares, all he wants to do is help his friends and protect them, even at the cost of his own physical harm.

[Guess Who]

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Code Name: The Director

Real Name: Joseph Richards

Age: 63

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Powers: None

Origins/History: Joseph was always interested in the military and politics. His lifelong goal was to one day become like Washington or Eisenhower and rise through the ranks, become a general, than become president. Unfortunately for Joseph, and luckily for the citizens of the U.S., this didn't go as planned and he was given the option of demotion or becoming in charge of a program that most saw as being doomed to fail. Joseph chose the latter and became the director of Meta Operations. Not only did he save MetaOps from becoming a complete failure, but he was able to tun it into one of the most successful black ops divisions of the U.S. military.

Personality: Unsurprisingly, the man in charge of MetaOps is a pretty big (pardon my French) douchebag. He doesn't really care for things like civilian casualties as long as the job is done and his superiors aren't trying to discipline him. Superiors that he hates by the way for sticking him with a job that works with so many meta-humans who he thinks are better gotten rid of than used as weapons.

[Ciphra]

Code Name: Bright Angel

Real Name: Unknown (Known by Angelica or Angelina due to what she does with her powers)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Nationality: French

Powers: Matter reconfiguration: Angelica's power in a nut shell is quite simple, yet highly complex. Her body is capable of deconstructing any living, or non living, thing to it's base matter by absorbing it into her body through her hands. The amount in which see can take in is limited to her own size. At this point her body can transform the matter into any kind she desires it to become. Then once taken in her body can produce anything of equal matter from any part of her body. The conditions for this ability are very intriguing though. If she takes in a tree for example, a living thing, then she must produce something that in someway is connected to her body that is also usable like another arm, wings, or maybe internal organs to heal herself. If it's something that wasn't alive then it can't give her anything like the above mentioned. Instead it would have to produce something like armor, a gun, or maybe a glass dove if she really wanted! The biggest thing though is making sure she has equal matter of any kind. It should also be noted that a black hole appears on her palms when she uses this so whatever she's taking in is literally torn apart on a molecular level. It should be noted that this process is time consuming and is not instantaneous or quick. In fact it is slow enough that a living target would feel the excruciating pain of there body being slowly torn apart not just where the cut off would end up being when it's stopped or ended. It should be noted that once she takes something in the recharge time can vary from 20 seconds (Really small object) to 15 minutes (IF she were to intake a full capacity) and then the time to change the matter into what she desires anywhere from 15 seconds to 10 minutes depending on how similar an object is to the desired material and also the amount she has to change.

Origins/History: Born in Paris Angelina was born to a fairly rich family and was allowed to do nearly whatever she wanted for her early life up until she was about eight when her parents were murdered in their home. She would have died too if not for the house catching fire causing the murderer to flee before he found her. This didn't hinder Angelina though, well emotionally it got her down for a bit, but she continued on trusting that God would guide her life.

After three more years when she turned 11 Angelina being the head of the family decided she wanted to try and live in America for a few years. This was due to not wanting the pressure of media she recieved in France at such a young age. Once she was in America she hid who she was really not letting people know she had plenty of money and had it really good even without her parents around. This when the French media caught on to her move one of her care takers helped her change her identity at the age of 13 and from there she was finally home free!

Then another accident happened. While on a trip her caretaker died in a climbing accident while Angelina was on her own at the age of 16 leaving her completely alone in life, other than her friends at school and that she'd made around the town. The problem was no one knew who she really was anymore. Only she knew her secret, and then Angelina was involved in her own accident. She had always been interested in science due to that being part of her families business and why she had all this money, so she decided to visit a genetics research lab. They had been testing a new toxin capable of altering a personals DNA, but they weren't sure what it would do. Well unlucky for everyone there they got to be the test subjects.

A gas line exploded inside the compound exposing everyone inside that part of the building to the toxin. Most died from genetic defects afterwards, others ruined for life with mental illnesses, some were just changed...They were different...Angelina was one of these people. The doctors had no idea who she was or anything. When she came to she didn't remember anything about herself either. She had amnesia, and on top of that several bodily injuries some of which they weren't sure if she would ever recover from them. When a doctor tried to explain what was happening and how she may never fully function again Angelina got so upset. The doctor place and hand on her arm and she ended up grabbing his arm and suddenly he started to disappear into her hand. All of her wounds were healing and after they were healed she grew bright white angel wings which wrapped around her protectively. After the government was informed she was taken away so that they could figure out what to do with her. Thus the obvious answer was suggested and followed through with...MetaOps...

Personality: Since the amnesia Angelina is quite confused. She understands that she killed the doctor on accident and had to be punished somehow, but everything was just so confusing. Thus she believes anything anyone tells her for the most part and follows orders without question. Basically the mission is all that matters to her and she almost thinks like a child not knowing right or wrong fully. She means well in all of her actions though, even if it might hurt someone.

[XLegs]

Appearance:

Code Name: Freyja

Real Name: Isabelle "Izzy" Winters

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Nationality: British-Canadian

Powers:
Some sort of entity inhabits Izzy's body alongside her. This spirit hasn't displayed the ability to take control of her body, and can do no more than occasionally whisper into her mind.

It does, however, make Izzy immortal. Any injury that the girl sustains, no matter how severe, will heal itself nearly instantly after a long delay. The delay depends on the severity of the wound, and will generally be several hours long.

This regeneration will activate even if Izzy is dead, and will bring her back to life, only slightly worse for wear.

What Izzy's power does not do is nullify pain in any way. Getting shot will still hurt her. A lot.

Power Origin:

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The eight-year-old Izzy had just woken up from a nightmare. The same one she had had every night, without fail, for the past two years. In it, she would wake up not in her own bed, but her mothers. With neither of her parents in sight, she would hop off the tall bed and exit into the hallway. Walking down it would take far longer than it did in real life. Eventually, she would make it to her dark kitchen and tiptoe around the table, every step taking her closer to the stairs that lead to the basement.

And she would stand there, staring in horror, as the door creaked open, revealing a rotting, human figure. Its face was a mess, with no distinguishable human features, its skin was loose and grey, and its limbs were too long and ended in clawed hands and feet.

It would climb up towards her, and she knew she should run, but she could never move. It would reach her, and grab hold of her. And then it would slash at her stomach.

Any normal nightmare of Izzy's would have ended right there, but this one continued. The creature would tear the helpless girl apart, and no matter how mutilated she became, she wouldn't die. She would lay there in terror, and in unimaginable pain, waiting for the creature to stop.

Which it would, eventually. After it had had its fill of fun, it would take one last, blank look at the girl's eyes, before slowly turning and crawling back down to the basement.

The young girl shivered under her covers, a cold sweat covering her. After spending an hour calming herself down, telling herself it was only a dream, she fell asleep again, knowing her ordeal for the night was over.

That morning, she decided she had had enough. Gathering her courage over a few hours, she made her way to the basement stairs while her parents were outside, enjoying the summer sun. Izzy had always made a point of avoiding the basement when not with her parents, but today, she desperately wanted to prove to herself that there was nothing to be scared of.

Clutching the fabric of her shirt at her chest, she took the first step down -- and tripped over a shoe. She tumbled down violently, landing at the base of the stairs, in too much shock to make any noise. Pain and nausea swept across her small body, and she fought to focus her eyes. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't move and that her body was twisted in ways that it shouldn't have been. As life left her, her eyes darted around, desperate for help.

And then she saw it. The creature from her nightmare. It stood in the short hallway, only a few feet from her, looking down at her small frame. It crouched down and touched her cheek, and she could feel its cold skin. She had seen it hundreds of times in her mind, but this was too much.

The wave of terror that hit her was what finally caused her to lose consciousness.

When she came to, she was in an Intensive Care Unit, surrounded by a doctor and a few nurses who stared down at her in disbelief. They all started up at the same time, running around the room chaotically. Through it all, only one thing was clear to Izzy. A raspy voice.

Hel... lo.

Her head groggy, the next hours were a blur. Tests were run on her, confirming that all her injuries were healed.

Realizing Izzy was a meta-human, the doctors let the government know. As she was so young, no action beyond covering up the event was done. Instead, her parents were told that when Izzy was of age, she would be brought into the military.

History:

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With her life set from the beginning, Izzy had no real cares or worries during her teen years. The hardest thing she endured in her life, other than that voice in her head, was moving from Edmonton to Montreal when she was 13, but she adjusted quickly to the new city, and even picked up a little french. She didn't have to overachieve in school, nor work part-time jobs to pay for tuitions. Instead, she made sure to enjoy herself. While not a natural thrill-seeker, she did plenty of stupid stuff, knowing she didn't have to fear death. It's enough to say that she woke up in a puddle of her own dried blood more than a few times. The pain was the worst part. Most of the time, she would either pass out quickly from it or just die, which was always ideal, but a couple times she had to lay in agony for hours until her ability kicked in. Having that happen was always her biggest fear, and the only reason why she wasn't out enjoying herself all the time.

When not out and about, Izzy ate up any sort of media that involved an immortal character. For obvious reasons, she couldn't get enough. Between those two and socializing, she saw no point in making much of an effort in her school work. She got by without too much trouble though never reached her potential.

The day came where Izzy turned 18. She wasn't sure whether she was happy about that or not. On one hand, being a superhero and fighting to save people seemed awesome, though she worried that she had romanticized that idea over the years. On the other, her easy, fun life was over. Knowing that worrying about it would change nothing, she had a tearful goodbye with her parents before being driven off and told she would be part of MetaOps.

Not being very good at the whole military-killing thing, it took a good year-and-a-half of training to get Izzy ready for her first mission. She died on that one. And the one after that.

Personality:

Izzy is sociable, if a little quiet. She enjoys spending time with people, but does act a little shy often. She tends to be very polite with people, and always has a smile on her face in an attempt to brighten other's days. Understandably, she doesn't put much value on her life, which is a good thing since that's basically in her job description.

Despite having been hot stuff in her teen days, her confidence has been greatly dampened by the fact that she's extremely inexperienced compared to everyone around her. Not only that, but she seems to take longer than everyone else to pick things up. When she lets her mind wander, she tends to think that she's only kept around as cannon-fodder to keep other, better soldiers alive. She's mostly gotten over her habit of ignoring work, and tries her best to improve herself so that she can keep others safe. Or at least not bring them down.

[Gelatinous Cube]

Code Name: Evil Eyes

Real Name: Cliff Page

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Nationality: Swiss-American

Powers: Manipulation of Kinetic energy. Cliff is able to manipulate any object that moves, be it himself, a thrown object such a ball or even (with enough intense concentration) a bullet. The smaller and faster the object, the greater the concentration and chance of failure, a slower larger object can be manipulated quite easily. However, something like a thundering freight train may as well just keep on going.
The power requires intense levels of concentration and only works on something already moving, or imbued with Kinetic energy. Cliff cannot turn potential energy into kinetic energy without regular human means.
He can speed or slow his own body to varying extents, though this is most often employed as a fighting technique, where he can increase the speed and power of his strikes dramatically at a higher rate of fatigue. In desperate enough times he can speed his whole body to make a quick escape, but only over short distances.
Mental fatigue is a constant issue, and violent mood swings can occur as a result.

Origins/History: Ever since Cliff was born, he had always been...something else. He was different in ways he couldn't even fully comprehend. He showed alarming talent for physical activity and sports, but his academia suffered due to a lack of concentration and problems controlling his temper.
He frightened the other kids and grew up mostly friendless. Repeated attempts at psychiatry left his parents emotionally and financially drained, leading them to turn him loose as soon as they felt he was grown up enough to take care of himself. Cliff was intensely bitter about what he considered to be abandonment by the two people he had always felt he could turn to. Truth be told he was as scared of the world around him as it was of him.

In those turbulent years he tried to find out more about himself, paying for blood tests and volunteering for medical testing, but his results were always confidential and he was always turned away from being a test subject. Vague excuses being administered by nervous doctors just pushed him further to uncover the truth.
In his searching he found bits and pieces of information on an experiment being run through the years around his conception and birth of pregnant women given in vitro injections under the guise of "tests" or "supplements" to make sure their baby was as robustly healthy as possible. The vast majority of the subjects reported stillbirths, and the percentage of children who survived were kept under constant yet covert observation until the program was deemed a failure and shut down for good. Very little information was made available, and Cliff's only source of information was one out of work reporter who stank of rum constantly.
Guess he must have dug too deep, because Cliff found him in his home with his throat slashed. Despondent, he gave up and sank into a depression

He did okay for himself for a while, working menial construction jobs to little avail. He soon found drugs and suddenly a whole new type of people who weren't frightened of him, but instead would keep him off his head and encourage his violence rather than scold him for it.
As anyone could guess adding hardcore drugs (meth, heroine, pcp, you name it) to an already unstable, violent man was just a recipe for a total disaster.

He was arrested during a raid on a known drug den, covered in blood and catatonic. He was clearly coming down from the cocktail of narcotics leaving his system.
Among his victims were two powerful, slippery drug lords who had evaded arrest for a decade. Cliff was arrested, but never went to trial. Instead he was identified as one of the children from the testing, and given the fact that he had made the streets significantly safer, he was given special consideration and after a rigorous rehabilition accepted into the Meta Operations. He figured he could use this to find out more about how he became the way he was.

Personality: Cliff doesn't warm up to people, and finds them difficult to communicate with. His powers often cause him mental drain, leading to him saying little and appearing very distracted, and his violent mood swings cause contention with most people he meets. However, underneath all of that is a man who has been to his lowest point and risen back up slowly but surely, someone who is less inclined to words and more driven to action and someone who certainly knows his rights from his wrongs. He has no beef with any of the MetaOps personnel despite rubbing most of them the wrong way. If it came down to it, he would stand in front of a bullet for any of them.

Appearance:

[Lugubrious]

Code Name: Revel

Real Name: Mòric Syg

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Nationality: Hungarian

Powers: The only superpower Revel has is a limited form of precognition. Though he can't see the future, technically, Revel simply knows it. Knowledge from the future simply manifests in his brain, like a hidden memory suddenly provoked. Revel is able to identify that said information is from the future, as well as from how far forward it came. The longest he's ever been able to know something before its occurrence is two hours. After developing this power for a while, Revel realized that this knowledge comes from futures that can be, not futures that are, and grew to be able to figure out the consequences of certain actions before performing them.

Revel wields two bracers that each contain lengths of cord. In response to certain nerve impulses, the cords can be extended, retracted, or electrified. This is not a power; merely a weapon.

Origins/History:

The String Puller

Though he was born in Hungary, Mòric's parents had no intention of keeping him there. The road to the United States was a hard one, but in the end the little family departed for the new world. They had heard tales of a land of opportunity, where even the poorest men could become legendary through the strength of their will and the work of their hands, but after arriving they found another side to the story altogether. Nowadays Revel remembers little, particularly the circumstances leading up to the defining event of his youth, but he keenly recalls the stinging abandonment. Though Revel inwardly suspects they couldn't take properly take care of him or provide for him, an acknowledged possibility is that they simply didn't want him after all.

Luck smiled upon the fair-haired dark child, however, and a traveling carnival of dubious repute took him in. A childhood spent among such a wacky assembly greatly influenced his character; Revel learned hierarchy, trickery, theatricality, deception, and how to manipulate. As a teenager he served as the ringmaster, the youngest to date, introducing and playing a part with incredible feats to keep the crowd enthralled and its money in hand. In his spare time, he attended several schools as the circus traveled, getting expelled from one after another but never giving up his quest for knowledge. Revel's own psyche, already decidedly misaligned, continued down its skewed path. His ambitions and intellect reached far, far beyond entertainment. It was during this time that he realized he had supernatural ability to see a short way into the future, and without either questioning or hesitation he accepted his gift and put it to use.

Years later, a new boss took over the carnival, despite the rumors of abductions and experimentation. Willow, daughter of a recent immigrant to the United States from Vietnam and a self-made woman, was determined to set the despicable community to rights. Slowly, her enlightening, positive influence and vast intelligence permeated every carny of the lot save one: Revel. After weeks in seclusion, avoiding his boss while devouring company funds at an incredible rate, he emerged from his mobile laboratory bedecked in strange clothes and wielding sinister technology. He approached Willow at her desk and let loose a swarm of nanites upon her. The microscopic swarm of robots integrated themselves with the woman from head to toe, placing her squarely under Revel's influence. Revel's first triumph catalyzed a wave of terror as the entire carnival collapsed, all resources heading straight to the String Puller as he weaseled his way into infamy. Shortly thereafter Revel disappeared, and began in secret a cult using his precognitive abilities to gain followers. Guessing that he wasn't the only superpowered person in the world, Revel set about making armaments for himself and his followers, and endeavored to learn more about others like him. When Revel caught wind through an associate named Quaily that the MetaOps project and been formed and was combing the country for suitable recruits. With this in mind, Revel severed ties from his cult, making sure his past was well hidden, left his second-in-command in charge, and allowed himself to be captured by MetaOps operatives during a feigned robbery. When offered a chance for redemption by project administrators, he grudgingly conceded.

Personality: Revel is slimy and secretive, with little to no morality limiting his ambitions and the meeting of his goals. He is outwardly charming but inwardly misogynistic and narcissistic. In fact he is incredibly sexist, enjoying having control over females in any aspect from their fear to their form. His ultimate passion is to control and contort, and he has a curiosity that has led him to experiment. The fact that he has created a cult with him as the head is a testament to his manipulative ability and charisma. Revel is the ultimate ringleader, the shadow and the plot behind the front lines, the cult leader playing chess with people. A knack for adapting to the situation at hand and learning from his failures make him particularly dangerous. In everyday circumstances, he is very capable of feigning ordinary emotion, and hides his...eccentricities. One thing he greatly enjoys is to guess what other people are going to say before they do so, and then be right.

Appearance: Revel wears the same gear he wore during his feigned robbery, reasoning that it will 'remind of the past self he's trying to redeem'. He is slightly farsighted and speaks with a hint of a Hungarian accent.

[Pie Flavor]

Code Name - Elementalist

Real Name
David Arazaga

Age
25

Gender
Male

Nationality
Half Argentinian/Mexican

Powers:
Elemental Manipulation - David has the ability of manipulating the elements in all their forms, being more focused on being versatile to cover more area rather than potent in a single element. Despite his weaker elemental powers, he specializes in combining elements and creating devastating elemental magic. However, due to combining multiple elements, it is very draining on David's stamina. David also cannot create elements out of thin air, and can only manipulate already existing sources, however creativity may allow him to find resources where it might not be expected. The more complicated the element, the more draining it is on David and if the resources aren't nearby then it drains David even more to collect the elements to form it.

Origins/History:
Summarizing a average childhood, David was born into the middle-class where his family were able to afford to live comfortably as live their life. Being to afford something expensive perhaps once in a while, David didn't mind his modest upbringing. However, during his time through school he was a avid student, who surprisingly had an high interest within the science and math subjects of school. However, since he learned faster than the children of his age he felt different from them as he could relate to older children much more easily. Learning things from them as well socially and picking up some things from them as well. With this kind of childhood, Damien was nerdy guy who was pretty smart for a kid his age but still had a bunch to learn despite his studiousness. However, if you had anything to ask about something that you were confused about in class, you could ask him and he would most likely clear up something for you. From the first glace, you wouldn't had seen anything special about the boy but when he was alone you could see he glowed brightly at times before it would disappear.

Going through High-School he changed and became a little more socially pleasant, being able to hold a normal conversation with other people, while also making sure to look good enough to make a nice humble impression to people. However, many people knew that he still was a nerdy guy who if anything was more interested in taking a book and reading it somewhere quiet or surfing up the web. He was a generally likable guy who was interesting and had a handful amount of friends who he knew pretty well and they the same.

Taking him by surprise was the years of High School, which had breezed by and before he could root himself down he graduated from high school. Having a good idea on what he wanted to do, he decided to go into college to take a degree in math, however switched a year latter into science subject. Deciding that it would be more colorful and exciting to study science which was a broad range of thing was better than the bland language of mathematics despite him being able to do it proficiently. Science was simply a more fun subject that he preferred and could teach other easily and so years went by in college with him getting his Masters in Science before finally a teaching degree. However during these years in college was when he discovered his powers, where an unfortunate accident almost took place. It had near midnight where he was separated from his friends after a late night of drinking themselves silly and he wondered away from the group. Then came from the alleyway was the victim of his outburst of powers as, he was threatened. With a knife at his neck, his eyes glowed briefly before it felt warm, with the chilly night air disappear and was increasing getting warmer before his attack was set on fire. Unsure what happen along with him being drunk, he ran away despite a pair of eyes watching him as he ran away getting a cab back to the dorms.

How he got recruited into the MetaOps... was a very unlikely thing for David when he thought of it as they had came several months after he had finished getting his degree. He would had almost forgotten about the incident if he wasn't practicing how his powers worked, as he preformed minor tricks such as lighting a candle or freezing his cup of water to ice when he was bored. If they hadn't come to the college under the disguise of searching for him for that certain night. It had taken them several months of tracking him down and upon being approached about the incident, he did his best to bluff and lie about what happened that night but with video evidence. He started to run, with him out the window of a 3-story dorm may seem impossible, but he trusted himself enough that he controlled the air around him cushioning his fall before he ran. But from the corner that he turn was shot with tranquilizer darts before being dragged away...

There he was explained that he was being watched by a single agent who had notice that David showed the signs of being an gifted since a early age and was reported by a few people but nothing was going to be done until he displayed his powers. They would of abandoned the case long ago if there wasn't a small yet tiny stream of complaints of him glowing eerily due to the amount of energy that was suppressed in him for all those years. Promised that he wouldn't get into trouble for the accident and that he could redeem himself, he was recruited into the MetaOps and trained so he could use his powers without them being released unconsciously. It had been quite a while since that incident and David was now a changed person, despite his plans not going how he expected it was better than what he was thinking of doing.

Personality:
A bright and young individual who seemingly looks like the everyday person with the exception of his youth and energy that people of his age has. David likes being a intelligent person and likes to judge people upon first meeting them, however he prefers to keep his opinion to himself and remain polite. He is always perceived as a shy and reclusive individual which is mostly correct for the most part, on the other hand, he can be quite a sociable person but speaks softly. Mumbling combined with his soft way of speaking makes him easily able to fade into the background if he ever wished to disappear from the conversation as he was barely noticed anyway in the first place. When he does speak clearly he is shown to have a nice voice, not too deep as it is a blend of both masculine and feminine, with his voice being slightly deeper.

Appearance

[Lady Seraphina]

Gloria Lieth

Code Name: Specter

Real Name: Gloria Lieth

Age: 19

Nationality: American

Power: Intangibility – Simply put Gloria has the ability to shift the rate at which her molecules vibrate in order to pass through solid matter. The biggest exception to this is electricity, attempting to phase through anything that carries a heavy electric charge will cause her a great amount of pain. If the charge is towards the lower end but still present she may still be able to push through, this kind of stress of her powers will leave behind something akin to a severe friction burn on any exposed skin that went through the process, effects on clothing may vary by circumstance. If Gloria tries to reform inside a solid object her body will attempt to expel the foreign material with varied degrees of success. If it is a small portion of her body inside a comparatively less dense material then the material will warp and shift to accommodate that body part however if it is most of her body inside something like stone then she will experience excruciating pain her molecules fuse with the stone in a permanent and fatal manor. Organic matter carries a discernable electric charge. This means that the same rules apply to Gloria moving through a person as they do moving through electricity. Compared to something like an electric fence the charge that humans or animals carry is relatively low so Gloria could move through someone however it would hurt quite a bit. Reforming inside something with an electric charge would be suicide, Gloria may succeed in reforming but the charge of the matter she is moving through would kill her. However Gloria has discovered that if she moves through something with a low level charge and alternates solid and not very quickly she is able to fry circuitry, such as security systems or computers. Passing through vegetation is not a problem as the charge it carries is almost unnoticeable compared to other living things. The denser a substance is the more difficult for Gloria to move through it. Something like class would be fairly easy but something like lead or osmium would be much more difficult and possibly even dangerous depending on how much of it she is phasing through.

Origins: Gloria grew up in New York City. Her home was not exactly a stable one. Both her parents Peter and Rose, worked constantly, her mother was a lawyer and her father a doctor. This meant that both Gloria and her little sister Cassandra lived well but there’s more to life than that. Because of their occupations neither of Gloria’s parents were home consistently and when they were home Gloria was not there favorite person. They saw Gloria as a deviant, unwilling or worse unable to fulfil their vision of what a daughter should be. On the best days they ignored her but on many of the less pleasant ones Gloria and her parents would get into violently loud arguments. Because of this Gloria stayed out quite often when she knew her parents might be home. She spent most of her time at pool halls or twenty four hour coffee shops.

It wasn’t really a secret that Cassandra was Peter and Rose’s favorite but Gloria didn’t resent her sister for it. If you met Cassandra you’d know it was hard to resent her for anything. Cassie as Gloria called her was almost as unstable as Gloria’s home life. She had been diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age, her parents however couldn’t bear to have her institutionalized. Usually her delusions were pretty tame but every now and then she’d have a serious fit. Peter and Rose didn’t see many of these, they were too busy working. To them Cassandra was there perfect daughter, they weren’t capable of seeing how seriously she needed help. Gloria didn’t like spending time at home, it contained very few pleasant memories for her but at times when she knew her parents were working she would stay none the less to keep her little sister calm. When Gloria was out she gave Cassie a cellphone, if anything scared or frightened her, or anything happened that Cassie couldn’t explain she was to call right away.

The development of Gloria’s meta-gene when she was fourteen was the beginning of the end. At first her parents didn’t notice but Gloria’s control over her ability was spotty, she’d phase partway through things at the randomest times and soon enough it happened in public. Once a month Gloria, Rose Peter and Cassie all sat down for a family dinner. This family time once a month was hell for Gloria but Cassie five years younger than her sister seemed to love having everyone together, she didn’t see the tension between her parents and her older sister. For this reason when this time rolled around Gloria tried to be as pleasant as she could, to be the person that Peter and Rose wanted despite the fact that it was not who she was.

Gloria helped her mother with dinner that night trying so hard to make this special for her sister. When she was taking the plates to the dining room table Gloria tripped on a piece of loose carpet and went careening towards the table plates flying everywhere. Some sort of instinct activated in Gloria then, a primal sense of self protection cause her power to activate that moment. It save her head from smashing into the fine oak but it doomed her in her parent’s eyes. Gloria passed straight through the table top with her entire family there to witness.

At the best of time Peter and Rose were not tolerant people but finding out that there child was a mutant was the final straw for them. They removed her from school, couldn’t have that happening in public, what would the neighbors think? Then they forbid her to leave the house. Of course Gloria was happy to stay when both her parents were out if only to keep an eye on her little sister. At that point in her life the only reason that Gloria didn’t run away from home was because Cassie. The little girl need Gloria now more than ever.

Cassie had always had an over active imagination which often enough fueled her delusions. Ever since she’d seen what Gloria could do her schizophrenia had incorporated it into her own personal reality. She’d become convinced that she also was a meta-human. That might have been okay if she thought she had telekinesis or pyrokinesis or energy manipulation or telepathy or anything else. Except Cassie didn’t dream up an ability like that. One that couldn’t hurt her. Cassie had started to believe that she could fly.

At the beginning it was almost funny, seeing the eleven year old jumping off tables and chairs and laughing when she hit the ground. Two years after Gloria first discovered her powers when she was sixteen things turned dangerous. Gloria came home one day to find Cassandra standing on the railing of the back deck, fifteen feet off the ground. “I’m gonna do it this time sis.” She shouted with a smile on her face, before Gloria could do anything Cassandra leapt from the railing. She broke both of her legs and fractured her collarbone.

Gloria called 911, when Peter and Rose got home they wouldn’t believe that there dear sweet innocent Cassie had actually jumped off a fifteen foot deck. The real answer seemed obvious, Gloria had pushed her sister off the deck out of jealously. No matter how many times Gloria told them what happened they refused to believe it. It was only Cassandra’s insistence that Gloria had gotten home after the fall that kept her from ending up in Juvi.

Three months later after Cassie’s bones had healed Gloria’s relationship with her parents had deteriorated further, to the point where Gloria couldn’t be in the same room with them without an argument starting. That fateful night Gloria stormed out of the house not wanted to be there when Peter and Rose returned.

She went down to the pool halls were she wasn’t too bad at hustle guys out of there cash. That night Gloria got a phone call in that special phone she’d reserved for her sister. She picked up with haste leaving a game mid play and forfeiting her bet. “Cassie what’s wrong?”

“There’s something in the attic with me sis. I’m scared, but one of the windows in the attic is open. I’m gonna fly away from it. I’m going to be alright.”

Gloria’s heart nearly stopped, she began to run for home as fast as her legs would carry her as she tried to talk her sister down. “Cassie don’t do this. Whatever’s in the attic with you isn’t scary enough to waste your powers on it, your powers are special. They should be used for special things.” Gloria had learned that directly opposing Cassie’s delusions was a mistake. Her little sister would get irritable and angry and Gloria couldn’t calm her down.

“Its big sis, it’s got horns.”

“Cassie I’m almost at the house, don’t do anything till I get there.”

“It’s coming for my Glory. I have to fly. I have too.”

Gloria rounded the corner to the street her house was on. She shoved open the gate with enough force to smash it into the fence beside. Gloria ran up the walk just in time to hear her sister’s scream and see her body hit the ground.

In shock Gloria gathered her little sister in her arms, she wasn’t even twelve yet and she seemed so small all broken. She tried to smile and Gloria could see blood coating her teeth. “It didn’t get me sis, I flew. Did you see?”

Gloria smiled tears streaming down her eyes. “I saw, my little angel, you flew. It was beautiful.”

The smile on Cassandra’s face was so innocent it broke Gloria’s heart. “I… I have to go somewhere else now don’t I?”

Gloria couldn’t answer. How did you respond to a dying girls last words?

Cassie reached up a hand and touched Gloria’s chest right below her collarbone. “Don’t worry sis, I’ll always be there for you. Right there.” She said pocking Gloria’s chest, smearing blood on her tank top.

That was how Peter and Rose found the two of them three house later. Cassandra’s broken body being cradled by a despondent Gloria who was still crying and holding Cassie in her arms.

“My god Gloria, what did you do?” said Peter looking on the scene with horror.

This snapped Gloria out of whatever state she’d been existing in before. Her pain and anguish quickly turning to anger. “You can’t possibly think… I’m your daughter, her sister. I would never… but then what do you know about me? What do you know about either of us? Maybe if you’d bothered to come home every once in a while you might have been able to stop her from jumping.”

“Jumping?” said Rose in shock. “You can’t possibly think we’d believe this was self-inflicted? Our daughter would never commit suicide.”

“Mom! You’re daughter was schizophrenic, she needed help. Help you weren’t willing to admit might be necessary. Her blood in on your hands.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed. “No actually I think it’s on your hands.” he said gesturing down Gloria’s hands which were indeed stained wither her sisters blood. “Rose call the police.”

Gloria watched in horror as her mother pulled out a cellphone. “Police, I’d like to report a murder. My daughter is dead, yes I know who did it. She’s still here. Get here as quick as possible I don’t think we can hold her for long.”

Gloria looked between her parents and realized two very important things, they’d never really loved her, and they were determined to see her jailed for Cassandra’s death. Gloria started to run.

“No you don’t.” shouted Peter moving to intercept. Gloria didn’t stop she just kept running and as she approached her father her both moved through his. Pain crackled through her limbs that Gloria didn’t fully understand but shock, horror, and grief dulled its edge so that she barely felt it.

Gloria didn’t stop running till she was ten blocks from her house. She used the little money she had on her to buy new, clean clothing and she wiped the blood from her skin. This began Gloria’s life on the streets. It took six months before the police gave up on finding her. Of course officially her file was still open and she was still wanted but after that amount of time no one expected her to be found. She stayed in New York, using her gift to steal what she needed. A neat trick she discovered was that if she made her stomach intangible she could store shoplifted items in it for several minutes before she started to feel like she was choking. Gloria did what she had to, to survive. Six months ago her jobs finally caught up with her. She was hired by a local fence to steal a diamond ring from a safety deposit body.

It was a trap set by MetaOps. They’d gotten winds of her exploits, the vault were the diamond was held had been retrofitted with an electrically charged grid in all of the walls, floor and ceiling which was activated once she was inside. After that they used insulated cuffs that were wired to transport her to a holding facility. Her choices were simple, join the MetaOps project or spent the next two to five years in jail for the various crimes she’d committed to get by.

Personality: Gloria has a prominent wild streak to her and enjoyed partying, drinking, and having sex. Often enough she’ll use a guy and dump him without forming any sort of emotional ties. She can also be careless and irresponsible, Gloria treats serious matters more lightly than she probably should. She is generally carefree and laid-back, causing her to view people who take matters serious as being wound too tight. Gloria doesn’t really want to be in any sort of leadership position on the team because of a deep seated fear that her mistakes could cost them a lot just like with her sister. She explains this reluctance to take command of a situation by nonchalantly saying it’s too much of a hassle. When she wants to be Gloria can be both forceful and persuasive, she could be a decent leader given the chance.

Gloria frequently proved herself to be impulsive. She is known for her quick, easily irritated nature, something her father described as the "Lieth temper". Gloria has deep issues with parental figures, due to being raised by neglectful, absent parents while she was young. Nonetheless, she has a deep yearning for a family. She has many trust issues, always fearing that she will be betrayed or hurt if she lets someone in. Often enough she is incapable of understanding why someone would show kindness with nothing to gain for themselves. She is always suspicious of people who take an interest in her. Gloria shows hostility to those she doesn't trust or doesn't know but on the one hand, she would display extreme loyalty to those who were close to her and cared for her, yet that hasn’t happened since her sister died.

Appearance:

[Guess Who]

Meta-Human Dossier: The Immortal

Appearance:


Code Name: The Immortal

Real Name: N/A

Age: 2.4 Million Years

Gender: Male

Nationality: N/A

Powers: He's seemingly indestructible, has the power of flight, and has incredible amounts of strength.

Origins/History: The Immortal is the oldest known meta-human on Earth. While most meta-humans started showing up about 20-40 years ago, The Immortal was around during the Pre-historic Era. He claims that when out hunting, a small meteorite landed not far away from him. The harsh cold caused him to go to the warm, glowing rock and fall asleep next to it. Little did he know that the reason the meteor was glowing was because it was covered in radiation from a far off planet. When the immortal awoke, he did not feel any different than before, until a large sabertooth tiger attacked him. The tiger's claws broke when clawing at him and caused it run away in fear. The tiger ended frightening a herd of nearby mammoths that began to stampede towards The Immortal. After being knocked around a bit, he grabbed one of the incoming beasts and threw it as if it was small twig. Since then, he has been hiding among Earth's populace for centuries.

Personality: He suffers from extreme depression. What caused him to reach this point of sadness is unknown, but from what we've gathered so far it has something to do with the stolen weapon.

[Milkman]

Codename: Carnage

Appearance:
Codename: Carnage
Real name: Major Vincent Stone
Age: 41
Nationality: US citizen

Powers: Major Stone is the last living test subject of DARPA's Tekion project. The Tekion project was a top secret research project with the aim of making super soldiers by implanting the soldiers with a symbiotic biological organism that fuses with the host body in order to boost it physical abilities beyond what humans are capable of. Organism grows like a cancer inside the host body replacing organs, muscles and other tissue's with better alternatives. DARPA thought it would be the next step in human evolution but all test subjects died within two years with the exception of major Stone.

The Tekion project gave major Stone a variety of superhuman qualities including superhuman strength, speed, endurance and extensive regeneration powers. Vincent Stone is also immune to poisons, viruses and bacteria.

Origins: Vincent Stone was born into a military family. Both his father, grandfather and brothers served the country in the various branches of the US military. By the age of 18 Vincent enlisted in the US army and started his study at West Point. During his course he studied military tactics and special operations and left West Point with a masters degree and joined the Special Forces.

During his time with the US Special Forces Vincent Stone did multiple tour of duties in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria and other middle-eastern countries. During a mission in Iraq 12 years ago Vincent became critically wounded and if he'd survive, Vincent would never be able to serve his country in the field again. During this period, Vincent was given a Choice. Spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair or become a test subject for Project Tekion and have a chance to fully recover.

The Tekion organism took root quickly and started to replace the damaged tissues, bones, muscles in Vincent's body. After only a few months of testing and growing Vincent started to display more than just total regenerative powers. His metabolism started to function at a much greater efficiency and Major Stone's strength, speed, endurance where increased significantly. After one year of living with the Tekion organism inside Vincent Stone was deemed the first success of Tekion project and was transferred to MetaOps.

During his first 5 years at MetaOps Vincent worked as an agent. He went on various missions mostly abroad the country to make sure the enemies of democracy would not use the appearing Meta Humans to their advantage. All went well until his last mission. Vincent was send to eliminate a Saudi extremist in Iraq with shape shifting powers. He tracked his target down to a small village and engaged him. The extremist however used his shape shifting powers to blend in with the villagers. The extremist lured Vincent in attacking the villagers by constantly transforming into a new one and attacking the MetaOps agent. By the end of the day, Vincent had massacred the entire village. Women, children, elderly all perished by the hand of an American super soldier. The massacre over 200 Iraqi villagers earned Vincent the codename "Carnage".
This massacre however sparked a huge international incident. In order to settle the incident the US government persecuted Major Stone for crimes against humanity and the military court sentenced Vincent to death by lethal injection.

In front of many national and international government officials the sentence was carried out and the doctor pronounced major Stone dead. However the Tekion organism managed to absorb and dispose of most of the chemicals and just put the Major into a comatose state. His body was then transferred to the MetaOps headquarters where Major Stone would spend the next two weeks in a coma but fully recovered afterwards.
Officially major Stone is still dead. Some within MetaOps believe the director pulled some strings in order to retrieve his agent and save him from his dead. Others put his re-appearance solely on the Tekion organism within his body. None the less Major Stone's identity is kept more or less secret.

After the incident scientist examined the growth of the Tekion organism inside of Vincent Stone's body and discovered that the organism has infected his brain at the parts that control his emotions, ethical and moral thinking of the person. Because of this interconnection Vincent is no longer restricted by moral concerns and enjoys physical and mental violence to a great extend. The scientists fear that this lack of moral conciseness and love for violence poses a very great risk for massive collateral damage and deem Vincent unfit for being a field agent. This is especially true for missions on friendly soil. Major Stone now functions as an instructor for new recruits of MetaOps.

Personality: Major Stone is very strict and upholds the military discipline with no remorse. He's also not burdened by any morals and enjoys to be extremely demanding and downright sadistic on agents he is training. Some even whisper that he takes out his anger and frustration of not being at the field anymore on those men and women who he needs to train.

Major Stone believes he needs to break his men down in order to reconstruct them into the best agents MetaOps has to offer. The majority of the subjects that he trains does not make it to the end of the course. Those who do often become the elite within MetaOps.

[Skyrte]

Got accepted via private chat.

Sylvia Häyhä

Character Sheet

Callsign: MOPS 1

Real Name: Sylvia “Strato” Häyhä

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Nationality: Finnish/Swedish

Powers: N/A…. Yet

Skills and Equipment:
-Handgun Training. She’s been trained with handguns, not much else to say about it. She uses the Pistol 88B.
-SMG/PDW Training, she has been trained to use SMG’s and PDW’s. If she is somehow out of her plane, she’ll have an MP7 she requested personally.
-Marksmanship Training with long rifles, the training is light. However, marksmanship appears to be in her blood, and she has always proven to be a capable shooter.
-Combat Training, although her training was rather light, due to circumstances, such as her plane or transport being shot down, she’s been ‘field trained’ by various special forces teams. Over the course of her career of crashing, she’s been honored as an honorary member in the Swedish SOG, the Australian SASR, and the German KSK.
-Knife Training, she’s been trained to use a knife, really can’t get simpler than this. She uses the F1 Pilot Survival Knife.
-Survival Training, because she’s a pilot and in the military, she’s had survival training. She’ll have a survival kit with her, containing things such as tools, fire starters, rope, bandages, compasses, rations, etc.
-Fighter/Drone/AEW&C Pilot, she’s a certified Fighter Pilot, Drone Pilot and AEW&C Operator. She’s very good at multitasking, and has sharp eyes.
-She also has a flight suit.

Origins/History:
Born in Sweden, Strato lead a very normal, lazy, life. She went to college, but mostly just floated through it with no real direction in life. It took a video game to spur her with purpose. A game about aces flying through the sky in jets. So, she joined the Swedish Airforce, where she became a fighter pilot. Shortly after, she transferred to become a drone pilot. But she found that unfulfilling as well, finally she became an AEW&C Operator. She became the eye in the sky for countless Special Forces soldiers in foreign countries. For fighter pilots. For tank columns, and sometimes, even for naval fleets. Her skill as an AEW&C Operator was unmatched, and that was what precisely made her a candidate for a new secret group. The Americans requested her for a multi-national task force. The Swedish Government had no idea what this task force was, or what it would do, so they let Strato decide. Interested in the secrecy and mystery, she signed up.

Personality: Strato is a kind woman. Despite having never worked with Meta Ops troops before, she has worked with hundreds of soldiers across the world. She’s grown to be blunt, because beating around the bush costs too much time. She is somewhat easily annoyed, if someone blatantly ignores her intel, she will lecture them on how she can see everything that goes on in the world, at any time. Even that old lady who is a grandmother during the day and stripper by night. She will sometimes joke around, sometimes using puns. Most of the time they’re not funny, but she does her best.

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Her Plane
AEW&C Plane: Possibly the most advanced vehicle on the planet right now. The plane houses an advanced power core that was found inside the remains of a large meteor, which was found in Antarctica frozen into the ice by US Scientists. They studied the core for decades, finally putting it in a prototype plane, where it powered the entire plane and provided the engines with an unknown type of fuel. Spurred by this development, the scientists attempted to put the core in a generator to power cities. The core refused to work. Placed in a variety of vehicles, the core only worked in a plane. Defeated, and pressured by the military, the scientists agreed to start working on a plane to house the core. However with the introduction of Meta-Operations, the plane was designated to be an AWACS for Meta-Operations ground teams.
The project was then handed to Lockheed Martin’s Skunkworks, where they worked alongside the original scientists to create this aircraft. The EX-4 Grey Owl is the largest AEW&C in existence, and it is almost fully autonomous, requiring only one operator. The plane itself has everything you would expect of an AEW&C plane, including some more. The EX-4 Grey Owl includes even a small kitchen, a fridge, and bunk for one. The Owl has enough fuel and supplies that it can fly for a full week before needing to resupply and refuel.
Despite its tendency to just be faster than most missiles outright, it is supplied with several defensive systems. The rear of the plane has two ‘guns’ that shoot anti-missile flares, or chaff. The radar, even though its mostly used for detecting objects or vehicles, can also intercept enemy radar and detection systems and alter their signals. While the radar is online, the EX-4 Grey Owl is unseeable by radar, and cannot be locked onto by targeting systems. The EX-4 Grey Owl also has a rear cargo hatch, allowing for up to 30 people to sit, and for cargo to be placed in the trunk. The most appealing of the systems though is the drone control consoles, allowing the single operator to do their job if the team goes into a place where the plane cannot see them. The drone systems can control any type of drone developed by the Skunkworks, and there are several, most of them stored in the cargo space in the EX-4. The command console in the plane can access satellites around the world, giving her satellite imagery when she wants it, whenever she wants it.
Thanks to previously unknown techniques in aeronautical engineering, the EX-4 Grey Owl has a top speed of Mach 5.4, and a service ceiling of 30,400 meters, some have called it the Blackbird 2.0. However, the top speed is for its cruising mode, to get to the location, surveillance mode is significantly slower. One thing to note is that the switch between the two modes is quite fast, and once the plane is in cruising mode, it will just point the nose upwards and shoot off like a rocket.
The plane is currently extremely classified, very few people know of its existence. Even fewer know of the advances made by studying the extraterrestrial core. And even fewer know that one can communicate with it.

AEW&C Appearance:

[The Irish Tree]

Chinese Bootleg Kamen Rider

Code Name: Hopper

Real Name: Jun Li Shi (Just goes by Jun, for your convenience and mine.)

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Nationality: Hong Kong Chinese

Powers: Advanced Robotic Lower Body: Jun’s lower body has been completely replaced with mechanical implants that go well beyond military grade, giving him the capabilities to run faster, longer, and harder than any normal human being alive. He can also jump absurd heights and distances, survive falls from immense heights due to the stabilizers in his feet and hips, and knees. His kicks have more than enough force to shatter and bend materials such as concrete, weaker metals up to iron, and human bones. Needless to say, getting kicked by him is beyond painful.

Helmet: Jun’s helmet is more than just a shield for his face, in the eyes it contains infrared, night vision, and heat scanning lenses that allow him to see better in almost any situations, provided he has his helmet. Given that he needs to communicate with the team often, he has had a communications system installed into his helmet. There’s also a sub-sonic speaker implemented into the neck that everyone but Jun can hear, that emits a particular noise...

Origin: Born in the city of Hong Kong in 1988, Jun was born into a loving family as the only child to a biomedical engineer and architect, his mother and father respectively, nine years before the transfer of sovereignty to the People’s Republic of China. Even after the transfer of power occurred, Jun lived a rather happy life with his family, showing a great amount of intelligence even at a young age, even fully learning Cantonese, Mandarin, and English by the time he entered high school.

Everything was going well for them, especially his mother since the Department of Mechanical Engineering of Hong Kong provided her project with additional funding, one which would give veteran amputees access to advanced prosthetic limbs to help them live their lives normally once more. Such advanced robotic prosthetics could have shaped the future of the world, given a man who lost his limbs the chance to hug his family again, to walk with them once more, and to fully reintegrate into society with fully functioning limbs. At least, that was how it should have gone.

Three months before the final model of the limbs were completed, Jun, age 19, was just walking. A normal day in his normal life. Literally nothing was out of the ordinary, the wind was calm, the sun was out, the light to walk was on. But someone didn’t see. Ironic as it was that his future was all decided by something that could have happened to anyone, he was struck by a speeding car, driven by a drunk man he’d never even met. God was playing a joke that wasn’t funny to him. Immediately after being admitted to the hospital, the doctors were forced to amputate his legs, as every bone and tendon in them were crushed under the bumper and wheels of the vehicle. Were it not for his mother’s technology, Jun never would have walked again.

Implementing the greatest advancements in prosthetic limbs, his mother fitted Jun with the prototype model of the AAMA, the Amputee Assistance Movement Apparatus, and, after two months of rehabilitation and adjustment, Jun was able to walk again. Being fitted with artificial hips and a conjoined segment of his spine, his legs worked even better than his original, he could run farther, and longer than ever, and he didn’t even feel tired after running half a marathon. It finally seemed like he was going to get his peaceful life back...all thanks to his mother.

Just when things were looking up, and the AAMA was about to be ready for use in hospitals, the funding was mysteriously and anonymously cut entirely, leaving his mother outraged and angry. Of course, Jun himself was outraged as well. The very thing keeping him walking was being denied to people who would really need it, people whose lives it could restore in just a few months. Still...what could he and his family do? They were subject to the government above all else, and as such couldn’t really protest against where the funding was going. That was, until his mother was forcibly relocated to Shanghai. Jun and his father were even forbidden to see her, and, after a month, both started to worry. A month turned into 3, then into half a year as they simply recieved letters, letters from the government that were supposedly written by Jun’s mother. Yet, more than anyone, his father knew something was wrong.

Stepping back a year, Jun had received a scholarship to the Hong Kong University of Medical Science himself, and had a year’s worth of hands-on experience tinkering with his own legs. Metal legs, strong, cold, unyielding...powerful, to say the least. Angered by what might have happened, Jun grew tired of living under a government that would deprive the world of the knowledge his mother could offer, a world where everyone could walk. Donning a disguise using an old, discarded Yamaha motorcycle helmet with the visor painted black, he put his modified legs to use on his (technically) terrorist rampage of breaking into government facilities in Shanghai, all in the purpose of finding out just what the government was up to. Though he never hurt anybody, Jun soon became wanted throughout all of China for crimes of treason against the government...though it was under a new name. A name given by a journalist who witnessed one of his now famous 30 ft. jumps using his robotic legs to clear the distance of two skycrapers in one bound. Quickly being dubbed: “The GrassHopper” the media took to shortening it to simply “Hopper” as he continued, uncaring of the consequences of his actions. That was, until, he actually found his mother.

Jun had been captured before he knew what hit him...ameteur vigilantism didn’t exactly mean you were subtle, or could hide for long, and in his case, that meant that the government kicked his door down and arrested him. A day before he was to be executed, he had a strange encounter with a man who’d saved his mother, and escorted her and his father out of the country already. With new resolve, Jun joined MetaOps under the moniker of Hopper, ready to serve under the U.S. government as payment for saving his own, and his family’s lives.

Personality: Jun personality wise is a pretty straight forward type of guy, not really the type to mince words or beat around the bush when something needs saying. Still, he has a decent sense of how others feel about things and is very sympathetic, willing to listen if someone is willing to talk. For how upbeat he is, a defeat can really get Jun down in the dumps, and he somewhat feels inadequate compared to most members of MetaOps, given that his defining ability is just that he’s a double amputee with robot legs to substitute a wheelchair. Still, he’s a pretty cool guy to talk to.

Appearance:

[Guess Who]

Hallucinogen

Appearance:


Code Name: Hallucinogen

Real Name: Vera Serov

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Nationality: Russian

Powers: Vera has the ability to make people around her begin to hallucinate. The hallucination can be of anything she wants and the victim will believe it. The hallucination can be general or specific, meaning she can simply want you to see your greatest fear and you will see it, even if she doesn't know what it is, or she can make you believe that your entire body is on fire and that window that leads off the side of the skyscraper you're in is the only thing keeping you from a pool of water. The hallucinations also affect all senses. If she wants you to think you're on fire, not only will you see the fire burning your skin, you will also hear the crackle of the flames, feel the heat and pain of your flesh burning, smell the smoking of your body, and taste your roasted flesh.

Origins/History: Even after all these years, relations between the United States and Russia have never been even close to satisfactory. When meta-humans began to pop up on Earth, a second, secret Cold War began between the rival countries. Instead of weapons-of-mass-destruction being created though, the two nations have been creating people-of-mass-destruction. Most of these government created meta-humans have been complete failures, either becoming complete abominations or not even surviving the process. The one exception: Vera Serov, better known as Hallucinogen. Out of the two nations' Cold War II, Vera has been the only successful subject. Unfortunately for the Russian government, Vera didn't plan on being a test subject for long. As soon she had her powers, she used them to escape and become a freelance agent, letting people hire her for jobs like assassinations and heists. Recently, she was hired to be a part of the team that broke into the facility that Project: God Complex was being housed.

Personality: Vera gains enjoyment from messing around with people's emotions; whether she's making them afraid, lovestruck, or angry. She's very sadistic.

[Whoami]

Code Name
Astral

Real Name
Ryza Shiro

Age
19

Gender
Female

Nationality
Japanese

Powers
Astral-Elemental Synchronicity
Ryza is attuned to astral patterns of the sun and the moon and draws elemental energies from them both. During the day, Ryza can wield the element of fire. At night, she can wield element of ice. When both the sun and the moon are in the sky and are visible, Ryza can wield both elements. When the moon eclipses the sun, her ice wielding powers are doubled. On the rarer occasion that the sun emits a solar flare, Ryza's fire wielding powers are doubled.

History
"Let me tell you about my life. Unlike a lot of the students here on this island, I didn't get the chance to grow up with a happy family and lead a girly life with shoes and purses and talking about boys. I was born into this world and put in the hands of a father that wasn't my own, some pushover cop who swung in after my real dad high tailed it out of Japan when he found out my mum with pregnant with me. My older brother, Nobu, had joined in some stupid little gang down the street and was being reigned in by my step-dad and the police every other night. The house was alright, I suppose, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, in a quiet neighborhood, but when your big bro is bringing girls over every night to fuck and friends over every day to drink and do drugs, ya it wasn't the greatest place to be.

So, I spent the majority of my time at school. At least there it was quiet and secure and I didn't need to hear those sluts moaning in the next room. I did what you're supposed to do at school, learn and become a responsible young adult. I joined the auto-club in our high school and even got to be the school's driver in the racing league! But, unfortunately, all good things come to an end. My brother got hooked up with the yakuza and before I knew it, there were police asking me questions about every dirty little secret in my life. People at school were stupid and drew conclusions and it basically ruined the half decent reputation I had there. Some people feared me when they found out my big ol' bro was yakuza and avoided me. Others just stopped talking to me. The worst was the teachers treated me like a bloody criminal because these damn blues showed up at the class door to question me every damn day.

So I stopped going to school and started learning at my pace, trying to distract myself from the new girlfriend Nobu had every day. Sooner or later, my brother's friends started forcing me to join them in their escapades. I don't know if I was scared cause they were thugs or if I was excited cause I got to hang out with some of Nobu's hot guy-friends. Regardless, there I was committing small crimes like vandalism and illegal street racing to win Nobu some money here and there. Problem is, I kinda liked it. I hooked up with one of Nobu's friends, we partied, we screwed, we fought, we broke up and that was that.

You might be wondering why my step-dad cop didn't do a thing about this. Well, like I said earlier, he was a pushover. He was too afraid to come clean and do the right thing by kicking in Nobu's bedroom door and arresting him on the spot. But nope, he sat there and literally watched Nobu sell some drugs to some bum and then point a gun at him to get out of 'his' house. Fuck, if I went up to that guy and said 'Boo' he'd probably piss himself. So let's just take my step out of the equation here.

Now, where do my powers come in? That whole night and day, fire and ice thing I can do? Remember when I was talking about that boyfriend I had. Well, I didn't know at the time that he was a metahuman. So when we got close, I mean real close, that son of a bitch passed it on like some sort of HIV, only that it was better and actually improved me. Should've seen the day we broke up, his car wasn't much more than a pile of ash afterward. And that was when I found out that I had powers. Sixteen years old and a fire-throwing, ice-shaping bad ass with a chip on her shoulder.

So, with these newly discovered powers, I decided that I should take Nobu's shit into my own hands and try to straighten out my family. My little brother, only three at the time, was already swearing. I mean seriously, the kid's first word was fuck and he was imitating those Nobu's disgusting groans whenever he and his girl got a little loud. So, I waltzed into the house and punched my brother. I was gonna set his pants on fire after but it turns out, it wasn't just something I could call up on a whim, at least... At the time, it required some practice. So that didn't pan out too well.

I got the beating of my life and nobody did a thing. I practiced for a few days in private to figure out how to tap into my new found power; when I did, I brought him into our back yard at night where I froze the guy's feet to the ground and shot apples off of his head with icicles. I purposefully missed one and put it straight into Nobu's shoulder and threatened him to never come back, 'leave us alone' I said.

He left. When I woke up a day later, it was to a fire alarm. The entire house has been ablaze and the only reason why I'm alive now is because it was daytime and I was able to manipulate the fire around me. I cleared a path through the flames and went to my little brother's room, the smoke had already gotten him... I then went to my mom's, she wasn't there, maybe outside. So I went outside, and all there was were fire fighters preparing to enter, my step dad talking with more blues and in tears. And there I was, oblivious to what had happened, with a paramedic looking me in the eyes and getting unsettled by the orange glow of them that the sun gave me.

When I learned what had happened, I was wrecked. The weight of my little brother's death was heavy enough. But when I heard Nobu and his band of thugs took mum and lit the house on fire, I was beyond repair. I mean, the fucker actually tried killing his family, he even succeeded a little bit. So he holds a special place in my heart that's hotter than hell during the day and colder than space during the night. So I was lost, I sure as hell wasn't going to live with my step, fuck that. I wandered about, driving some shitty car that was falling apart around me as I went from Southern Japan to Northern and back again. Along the way I got these sexy little jewels in my hands by some extreme body-modifier and some sick tattoos to go with it.

After drifting around the country for a few months, I was coming up on eighteen, I decided enough was enough. I wanted to do something right and smart for a change. I wanted to enroll in school again. But no money meant no education, so I started racing. My piece of shit car ended up becoming a eighty-thousand dollar power house and I went to college for astronomy to learn more about my unique ability. College was college, y'know... Parties, drinks, sex, spring break, thinking you're smarter than the rest, pretty standard stuff. Except my attitude wasn't really meant for it, I may have made a fireball one too many time on campus grounds. My councilor said that the college wasn't a good place for me, and that I couldn't stay there without being a danger to the other students. As I was leaving the campus, downtrodden yet again, an american in some snazzy suit approached me offered me a proposal.

Needless to say, I was intrigued by the idea, and I didn't exactly have a whole lot else to do, so I accepted his offer. Next thing I knew I was flying to America for some band of metahuman misfits. Now here I am, just landing and already being thrown from city to city as I get 'integrated' into their system."

Personality
Ryza is a bit of a problem child. She is quite rebellious and fiery, taking her pride to the next level is somebody tries to dent it. Loyalty is one of her biggest morals, she will kindly treat those who know how to keep a secret or come to her side when she needs a hand. She can't stand being called butterfly, and will often use her power as a means to intimidate if she is called that. She may come off as a bit of a bitch normally, but deep down inside, is a girl who wanted a happy family and happy life. Her desire for that makes her long for a lasting friendship with people that she can call a brother or a sister, but her exterior attitude often pushes people away. Those that do manage to breach her hard exterior, find a girl that had no control throughout her childhood. When it comes to talking, Ryza is rather unfiltered and will say what she has on her mind most of the time.

Ryza is an avid racer and a competitor at almost anything she sets her eyes on. She loves driving and she actually seems totally at ease when she in the driver seat of a fast car. When competing against somebody, she will take a defeat honorably and respect her opponent or encourage them if they lose. Ryza enjoys the company of others who are into fun competition, and that is the best way to get to know the girl behind the bad ass. She takes up a challenge on a whim if it is claimed she can't do something which can sometimes be exploited to get the best of her.

While Ryza may seem like a delinquent, she is actually very smart. She is always on time with her classes and diligent, never complaining about a bit of extra work. Ryza tries to keep her intelligence masked with a somewhat thuggish attitude, finding it funny when people think she will hit first and ask questions later, only to get a nasty surprise that she outmaneuvered and outsmarted her opponent in a battle of wits. The result: A quick thinking glass cannon.

Ryza doesn't like talking about her family, and often tries to change the topic when it comes around.

Appearance
Ryza is a small girl with short black hair. Her skin is a brighter tan, common for most girls of Japanese descent. She has some muscle definition that suggests she is very active in her day to day activities. On her left shoulder is a flaming sun, on her right is a crescent moon. Between her shoulder blades, there is a compass tattoo. Ryza has piercings on both of her ears, just small ones, and a larger piercing in her belly button. She has two precious gems inlaid in the back of her hands, a form of body modification that isn't very common. The gem in her left hand is a blood red ruby and the gem in her right hand is an azure blue sapphire. Both gems are pure and flawless, she never discloses the price of them. Strangely enough, the gems don't seem to bother Ryza in the slightest. She changes her style up every other week, which usually includes different coloring in her hair or a totally different style of clothing.

Ryza prefers colorful clothing and has a 'mix-it-up' attitude with them. She doesn't care if her top doesn't match her sweater. Ryza usually wears knee-high socks with shorts or a skirt but jeans aren't an uncommon sight with her either. She enjoys hoodies of varying style but likes the zippered ones the most. Ryza will commonly wear fingerless gloves to keep the inlaid gems out of sight or arm gloves on colder days, she doesn't keep the gems a secret but she doesn't like it when people gawk at them. Sometimes Ryza will wear caps.

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