[CHAR] Supers: A Superpower RP

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Curtis Taylor

Name: Curtis Taylor

Age: 18, Senior

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Power: Earth Manipulation

Personality: Curtis is a very outgoing individual who is constantly making jokes (sometimes at inappropriate moments) in an attempt to make the mood light. That being said he can be serious when the occasion calls for it. Trusting to a fault, Curtis more often than not is an open book to other individuals.

Likes: Oranges, Metal Music, Coffee

Dislikes: Spiders, Hot Weather, Untrustworthy Indiviuals

History: Curtis isn't a Pavar native. He moved to Pavar with his twin brother Ash and their mother at the beginning of their sophomore year. After a particularly nasty divorce their mother was quite eager to leave anything that reminded her of her previous marriage. This in turn has caused her to be distant from her sons, who have channeled this distance into different outlets. Curtis focuses on school and making the most of his last year of high school. Ash has found more creative outlets. Despite the stark difference between the twins they are remarkably close and will still have each other's back (even if it might take a bit of convincing). The two aren't identical twins, and their radically different choices of attire makes it incredibly easy to tell them apart from one another. When not attending classes Curtis can be found enjoying coffee at the cafe located in Sand Creek Mall, or scouring Pavar in search of his brother.

Awakening: The alarm screeching brought an end to Curtis's restless night of sleep. He had went to bed with a terrible headache, and it appeared that he was going to start the day with another. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he walked down the hall to his house's bathroom, luckily it was unoccupied, This meant either Ash wasn't going to school or he wasn't even home from the night before. Either way it meant Curtis could take a nice long shower to try to nurse away this headache. Curtis stayed in the shower for quite some time, hoping that the headache was something sinus related and the steam would help take care of it. No such luck. He returned to his room wrapped in a towel and quickly got dressed. The headache was getting worse now, his vision would blur if he didn't focus. "What the fuck..." he muttered to himself while stumbling into the kitchen. Then it happened. It was almost like a snap. He felt it start at the base of his neck and travel down his spine. His headache was gone, but immediately replaced by something else. He felt connected to the earth beneath his feet. At first the sensation was overwhelming, the feeling causing him to drop to his knees. He reached for the granite counter-top to help himself up, but was shocked when a chunk of the tabletop instead ripped from the counter and flew down into his hand. Curtis dropped the piece out of pure shock, it audibly crashing against the floor. The granite had moved in response to him thinking about it. Before he had much time to think about what had occurred the tabletop had begun to shake, followed by the utensils in the silverware drawer. Not knowing what to do Curtis ran out the kitchen door and out to the driveway. He stood outside in the hot Arizona sun and watched as the rocks of the driveway slowly began to float around him, making lazy circles around his outstretched arms. A smile slowly formed on Curtis's face. Life had just gotten interesting.

[Marx]

The Not So Friendly Taylor Boy

Your neighborhood Pyro Source

Name: Ash Taylor
Age: 18, Senior
Gender: Male
Power: Pyrokinesis

Personality:
Ash is a closed book, simple as that. He's not interested in making friends or fitting in with all the other kids. He doesn't take anything seriously, even if the consequences are absolutely dire. Everything is a burden in his eyes and everyone is twice as unreliable as the last person. The best way to get Ash on your side is to be willing to put in a lot of work, otherwise you'll have to get used to a middle finger and the occasional glare.

Likes:
Cigarettes (rolled himself), The dead of night, Punk music, Bourbon, Coffee, Things that are fast, Comics, Reptiles

Dislikes:
Bars, School, Cold weather, Persistent people, Birds, Guns, Parties, Bullshit

History:
Ash isn't a Pavar native. As far as Ash is concerned, he isn't a native anywhere. He also has a tendency of trying too hard to look like he doesn't care. He moved to Pavar with his twin brother Curtis and their mother at the start of his Sophomore year. They had gotten the hell out of dodge after a nasty divorce between his momma and his pops. Ash wouldn't complain about the sudden lack of weekly black eyes or the occasional broken rib from dear old dad, but moving across the country wasn't that thrilling to him either. Unlike his straight laced brother, Ash find enjoyment in showing up to school once a week, give or take a day, smoking, drinking, getting into trouble, and being an all around menace to society. He's a bucking bronco daring the world to try and tame him. Ash and Curt are as close as radically different brothers usually are. Curtis is often wandering town trying to find him and, after a little agreement with the cute barista at the Sand Creek Mall cafe, Ash usually hides out at the Cafe whenever Curt is trying to find him.

Awakening:
What Ash was doing at the time of the awakening was almost as if fate was trying its best to mock him, something that seemed more and more true with every year. Ash was one of the local Thai joint's, a place called Thai Cafe, best customers. Was, being that he once was their best customer. Was, because there was no longer a Thai Cafe. He dug his fork into the Thai hot pad thai and brought a piece a pepper up to his lips, savoring the scent that cauterised his nostrils, and then he bit in. Fate was a silly thing and, as fate would have it, his awakening came about the same moment he bit into the pepper. A burn built in the back of his throat and for a moment his mouth and nostrils felt as if they were filled with smoke. He opened his mouth to gasp for air, only for a burst of flame to spill out onto the table, searing the pad thai and setting the table ablaze. "Jesus!" He gasped, falling backwards out of his chair, arms flailing out in front of him, hands also ablaze.

Ash flailed about of the floor, trying to pad out the flames, only to spread them more. In his panic he hadn't yet realised that the fire didn't hurt or that he was unintentionally willing more and more of it to spill out of him in his state of panic. Ash stumbled out of the restaurant and left the building to burn down, the staff fleeing out the back of the crumbling restaurant. Ash crashed in an alley, exhausted and filled with a lingering terror which turned to shock when he finally noticed his hands. He wasn't even slightly burned. His clothing had been scorched in some places, but beyond that he was absolutely immaculate. Ash stared in silence at his hands and reluctantly placed his fingers together, ready to snap. He closed his eyes and snapped. And when they opened, there was a flame.

[Gareth]

Name:Michelle Tero

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hider

Personality:She will approach people even strangers if she has a reason to. She loves to work hard and gets angry with people who sit back and reap the rewards from others hard labour. She is honest and will tell people what she thinks even if it could hurt someone's feelings. She loves jokes even though she can't think of a single one herself.

Likes:Getting work done, being outdoors, helping other people out, ice cream sandwiches, skateboarding, shopping.

Dislikes:People who put their muscles before their using their brains, fighting, lazy people, pickles, bullies.

Power:Sound Manipulation

Biography:Michelle was born and lived the early part of her childhood in the village of Lisen. From an early age she learned to be responsible as she had four younger brothers and sisters to look after. Michelle herself was taught the basics of how to look after everything at the young age of ten. She didn't mind that she had a lot of work and that she couldn't go to school, except for the summers when her parents had a few months booked holiday to take time away from their jobs.

It wasn't all work for her at that time, her and her family went on trips across country to go camping, to water parks, to mountain climbing, all this outdoors y kind of stuff. These trips built her confidence and helped her make new friends.

At the age of sixteen she moved to Pavar, and started at the school there in grade ten, it was tough at first being in a new area with new people but she adapted. And when she was lonely she always went for a walk and saw the sights and that would take her mind away from negative thoughts. At high school she started to hang out with a couple of friends she made and then went out around the city shopping, skateboarding, to the theatre, to the convenience store for a soda pop, with the little money her parents bothered to give her here and there.

Her Awakening: It was the summer after she had finished her grade ten year when they were on a camping trip. This particular day just her and her dad decided to hike up a moutain and they were most of the way up. Michelle was getting sick of having to wait for her father to catch up to her and she looked over her shoulder to see a grizzly bear right behind him, she wanted to faint. Her eyes went wide and her face became almost the color of chalk as she tried to get a word out to warn her dad. Her father saw the look she gave his way and checked behind him and panicked as he slipped on a rock and fell in front of the bear.

The bear saw a victim and raised its paw to put it down and that's when michelle yelled, "NO!!!" a sound wave came out of her mouth and struck the bear hard, it put a paw to its head as it must have had a bad headache and ran down the mountain away from them.

She was confused at how her voice had changed like that, but obviously it had and then the shock of everything that just happened came crashing down on her. She hugged her dad and made sure never to let him out of her sight again while they were on that camping trip.

When she entered grade twelve she decided to get a job directing traffic with her special voice, and she has been doing that ever since.

[Shoe Thief]

Name: Hunter Monroe

Age: 19, Senior

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Power: The power of Electrical Manipulation

Personality: Hunter is one of those people who can be either your best friend or your worst enemy. He has a tendency to get defensive about himself and the people he cares about and will take action if he feels need be. He will not start a fight if he doesn't have too though, This does not mean he isn't willing to get into a fight. For the most part Hunter is mellow and tends to be easy going. Though he also tends to have a short attention span to the point of random things may be said every once and a while, or if he doesn't like you much may easily ignore you.

Likes: Guns, games, good stories, his friends and Family.

Dislikes: Bills, work, people using money and power to control others aggressively, bills.

History: Hunters family has lived in Pavar for generations, though this also means he doesn't have much family outside of Pavar. With his parents divorced his mom moved out of Pavar well his dad stayed in it. After a car accident with his dad though Hunter was forced to balance school, work, and taking care of his dad and his younger brother. His mom is encouraging both him an his brother to move in with her, but he is determined to let his younger brother stay in the same school for the last few years. So if he moves, his dad can't take care of his brother.

Awakening: Hunter has decided to go out late one night, his brother was at a friends and his dad had enough medication to get him through the week, plus he's pretty sure there was something about the draft going on. Hunter didn't watch football really so he took this as his chance to get out. He didn't have a lot of money to spare but he had enough to go into town and walk around, it was late, maybe 11PM? Curfew was definitely in effect. But Hunter was not in the age range anymore, he could do what he wanted now.

After walking for a while the cool desert breeze started to get to him, He left his jacket in his dads truck, which was who know where. And everywhere was closed for the night, other then the mall, most the places in there would be closed but for some reason the mall it self was open. Hunter didn't care, he was going to enjoy his night out.

He didn't get far though, He made it half way through the parking lot before his headache kicked in. He has been getting them on and off for the last week or so, but this one was the worst. He tried to stay calm but he still let out a muffled scream, then it stopped. He was sitting there on his knees and he felt like his head was just cleared of any and all pains. Like nothing happened. He felt great actually! He went into the mall pumped up but the doors didn't open, they stayed shut but the mall was definitely open. Hunter tried to apply some force to the door, sometimes they were built with that emergency release set up. but the second he put his hand on the door it shot open, not just fast, but sparks flying door going off hinges flying.

He didn't believe it at first... But he kinda got the idea when people were starting to look at the events at the door. "Someone... should fix that..." He tried his best to walk casually into the mall, he wasn't good at it though, he was still freaked out about what was going on. Did he do that? was the door broken? He sat down int he food court and starred at his hands. "No way that was me... Just... No way..." Then as if on cue a few sparks jumped from one hand to the other, then back. But Hunter just sat there, as if this was normal, it felt normal. Oh the possibilities were endless.

[Winter05]

Name: Crystal Teufel

Age: 18 years old

Gender: Female

Power: {Dry Ice Manipulation}

Personality: Secretive. Nonchalant. Anti-social.

Likes: Dark Chocolate. Tea. Hot Cocoa. Small animals. Music. Anything cold.

Dislikes: Noise. Heat. People. Smell of smoke.

History

Crystal was born in Germany. Her mother was a gentle housewife while her father was a successful businessman. At age 11, her mother passed away from a drunk driving accident. The teenager behind the wheel was only sentenced to 5 years of probation. Her father remarried a few years later, much to her displeasure. Her step-mother was very hostile towards her, and it got worse when his father left the country for a business trip. When worse came to worst, she moved to Pavar where her grandmother lived. With her savings and her grandmother's hard earned money, she was able to take the trip.

She lived a simple life in a small house in Pavar. Her grandmother would often show her pictures of her mother when she was her age. Her grandmother was the closest thing she had to a mother, so when she passed away of old age, she was left completely alone. In order to continue her studies, she got a student loan. She works part time at a coffee shop in San Creek Mall in order to pay for her daily needs.

Crystal's father would often call to ask her to come back. Her step-mother had told him that she left home because she couldn't accept their marriage. Crystal made him believe this, not wanting to cause anymore problems for her father. She refused to come back but agreed to ask for his help if ever she needed it.

Awakening

It was dark.

Her throat tightened as she held back her tears. "Poor girl. You honestly think that your father would believe you?" A voice taunted. "Sit there and learn your lesson." She could hear the clacking of heels against the floor, and a door was shut close.

*An hour earlier*

"Dad, how long are you gonna be away from home?"

"I'll be back in three weeks, Crystal. Be a good daughter while I'm away, okay?" He smiled as he dragged his luggage behind him.

"But dad, Martha always-"

"Crystal! There you are. I made you some breakfast." Her step-mother interrupted with a fake smile."Oh honey, I see that you're already leaving. Let me escort you to the gate." She said as she opened the front door for him and helped him with his stuff. She gave Crystal an ice-cold glare before closing the door behind her.

As soon as her father had left, Martha stormed inside and dragged her by the arm; digging her long nails into her skin while doing so. She let out a series of yells before forcefully placing her inside a cardboard box and sealing it with tape. "My friends are coming over. Be good and stay quiet." Being the helpless 14 year old girl that she was, she kept still.

*Present*

Crystal could hear music blaring from outside the room. She doesn't know how long it had been, but she was starting to feel light headed. Her step-mother had definitely forgotten about her. Her skin started to burn, and her breathing hitched. She suffered from a condition called Thyrotoxicosis, which makes her intolerant to heat. Her heart started to race, and her muscles began to feel weak. "..Help." She whispered to herself, knowing no one would be able to hear her even if she tried.

Suddenly, the air around her drastically dropped in temperature. It went on for a few more seconds until she could see the fog in the darkness. Her hands were then suddenly encased in very cold ice - but it didn't hurt. She lifted her arm up, and ran her finger towards the top of the box in a straight line, ripping the tape with the sharp edge of the ice.

She couldn't process what was happening. It was when she turned the lights on that a shiver ran down her spine. The whole room was frozen.

She ran out of the room in fear. On her way to her room, she could see her drunk step-mother passed out on the couch. Hatred and rage began to fill her, and ice slowly started to surround the place. She closed her eyes and shook her head, "No no. I don't wanna hurt anyone." She ran to her room and later decided to give her granny a call.

[22ice22]

Justin Ward

Name: Justin Ward
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Justin Ward

Power: Tychokinesis (Probability Manipulation)

Personality: Intelligent, relatively quiet and relaxed. He tends to think things through, however depending upon circumstance, he can be quite brash. Rather social, although he rarely gets involved in something he is pretty sure he will lose at.

Likes: Music, smart bets, rain, the cold, fire, and reading.

Dislikes: Bad music (country, rap), cheaters, impatience, and annoyingly persistent people.

History:

History

While not technically a Pavar native Justin essentially is. Although born in Bellingham, Washington Justin and his family moved to Pavar when he was age seven. When his father lost his job Justin's mother, who had been born in Phoenix, Arizona, wanted to move south where it is warmer. Justin's father found work in Pavar at the steel mill.

Unlike many children who may have freaked about such a move Justin was rather unfazed. He just bid goodbye to the few friends he had and gathered his things. Upon arriving in Pavar Justin merely went about life as if nothing changed. His grades never slipped from B and A territory, and he had a rather reserved social life.

Upon gaining his license Justin began to sometimes works as a DJ for events and parties that occur in town. He also occasionally throws parties of his own, out in the desert. Despite working parties and throwing parties though, Justin possess very few good friends, though he does have quite a few acquaintances. If not at a party Justin can usually be found loitering around at the school, or local library.

Awakening:

Awakening

He was in a horrible mood, and his head felt like a tornado was ripping through it. Perhaps it was due to the fact he had just finished up at party where all that he was allowed to play was country (essentially they had just wanted a radio blaring the top country hits at max volume), or maybe it was due to the teen who had almost wrecked a good portion of his equipment. Either way one thing was certain, sometimes he hated his job. However, he did charge a good rate and saw enough business that even with having to buy all his equipment and such, he had already begun to turn profit. Not just a little either, in fact tonight alone should be bring a hundred and fifty dollars.

Earlier in the night though he'd been approached by the party host with a proposition. If Justin joined in on some gambling with the host and host friends he could double his money for the night at the very least. Gambling had never been Justin's forte, but with the pains of the night he figured double profits would be worth it. In fact he was almost certain he could win, after the host was some douchebag jock Neanderthal and the rest were his friends.

Eight hands in and Justin was failing. The 150 he started with from the pay he had gotten was gone, and he had already dipped into his own pocket for seventy-five dollars. On. The ninth hand with a full house, 3 kings and 2 queens, he lost and he had also reached the bottom of his wallet. Turning towards the host and winner of the round Justin caught sight of cards hidden in his sleeve. Immediately he wanted to deck the guy, he had probably cheated on every hand he had won. Instead taking a deep breath Justin spoke addressing the host, "Appears the cards hate me and I'm out of cash, but how about we roll dice high roll wins. If I win I get all the money I lost back, except the pay for tonight, you win next five parties I do for free." With a little egging from his friends the jock agreed.

After a lackey fetched a pair of dice they began. Grabbing the dice Justin tentatively rolled. They bounced clattered on the table the first landing on a two the second teetering between a five and a one. Then to his dismay the die fell; one. Immediately, the jocks began to laughter, and Justin felt his chest go hollow. As soon as the jock picked the dice up though Justin began to chant snake eyes in his head, it was his only hope. The moment the dice hit the table, Justin felt his head get light, and for a moment his eyes blurred and then they cleared and sitting on the table was a pair of ones. Everyone stared in disbelief and then came the protests, and pleas for another round. Feeling strangely calm and certain Justin agreed for double his pay, again they rolled and again he won, by one.

Walking towards his van Justin grinned, tonight he had made 342 dollars. He wasn't sure how but once they had switched to dice games he began to win, and every time he concentrated hard enough he felt a small pull in gis mind and almost everytime the dice would do as he had wanted. Pausing at his van's door he reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. Calmly he flipped three times each time silently calling a side and all three times he was correct. Grinning again he slid the coin back into his pocket and got in his can to drive home, he wasn't sure how but he was damn sure he was causing the outcomes he wanted. Speaking quietly to himself as he drove off he muttered, "If this keeps up, things will most definitely be interesting."

[corrosive]

Name: Carson Anthony Graye.

Age: Seventeen (Senior).

Gender: Male.

Power: Duplication (temporal) - Ability to bring past and future versions of oneself back to the present.

Personality: Carson is full of wasted potential, a kid who grew up being told that he was smart and that he had a chance to go very far. He was imaginative and creative, often writing silly stories or drawing strange monsters. Though he is smart, incredibly clever and prone to thinking of complex plans and ideas, he's also very lazy. The extent of this laziness is almost horrifying, he has a tendency to never complete assignments, sometimes to never start them at all, it's nearly ridiculous the levels that he's willing to go to avoid doing them in general. Prone to trying to avoid tests and to trying to skip school, Carson is almost always ready to jump at a moment's notice. Too preoccupied in his own self to care about the grades that he's let drastically fall. Though he tends to look on the bright side and keeps an almost amused air about everything that he faces.

Likes: Parties, smoking, meeting people, beaches, rain, animals, video games, drawing.

Dislikes: Arguments that involve screaming or loud noises, math, dreams that end on cliff hangers.

History: He was born here with his mother and father, a pair who were often on the fritz of divorcing and that kept him almost always on the edge, made him sort of act out. He became very good at story telling, found a penchant for weaving tales to all who would listen to him but as he got older, his parents started to find that the tales had become clever lies and that the boy was no longer making his gentle stories but instead finding new ways to trick them into letting him do just about everything he wanted to do. This often got him in trouble, leaving him to his own devices, the boy started to rely on his story telling to guide him forth, found ways to weasel out windows and he ended up constantly getting in trouble. This new habit of sneaking out at night and becoming somewhat lazy with his school work lead him to dropping in his grades and the stories gave way to his new hobbies, bumming cigarettes and disappointing his dear parents.

Awakening:

Awakening

The sound of the bass made the floor hum beneath his feet, he could hear the laughter and the loud clattering voices, all talking at once. It was a crescendo of noise, meshing together and rising, rising, rising to it's peak. They fell together and rose together, bending with his vision, he could see shapes and the way some seem to split when he moved too fast. It was disorienting, a tempo that he couldn't keep up with, thumping with the beat of his heart. He saw boys and girls, saw hips grinding hips, saw mouths trailing throats. It was cramped, made it hard to breath with their pushing hands and the smell of beer and cigarette smoke and the way he couldn't see his way through the crowd of kids. It was just a party, a really shitty party by the way his sweat was starting to soak through his shirt. The AC didn't seem to be blowing enough air around the living room and nobody seemed to really care that the place was a threshpool of hormonal, drunken teenagers or that Carson was crushed in between them.

He'd only come here because the invitation had seemed promising, an upscale house, an upscale neighborhood but now he was trapped in a mass of kids and he couldn't tell left from right. The black dress shirt was sticking to him now and he had to settle herself for trying to readjust it so he'd stop sweating into the silky fabric. He couldn't see anyone he knew at all, lost in the crowd of constantly moving teenagers. With a groan of defeat, he made his way back out the door he'd came through, it'd been fun while it lasted but now he far too frustrated to gain anything else from the situation. It was just so irritating, he was sweaty, and he reeked of secondhand smoke, it was disgusting. He felt disgusting, it was all so disgusting. He'd never been made to follow this crowd and yet here he was, half trapped in a mass of teenagers that couldn't seem to slow down. Grabbing the knob in his hand, he twisted it and pushed the door open. The night hair was cool and few scragglers were hanging around on the porch, he could hear the lilt of their conversation as they spoke.

He could hear their voices drifting from all around, soft voices and noises. He could remember a story he once told his mom at bedtime. A story about a prince who's ears were so big that he could hear everything all at once. A prince who couldn't find a princess who would not hurt his delicate ears and his mother had asked him how he'd run a kingdom without a Queen because Queen's were very important. Obligingly, he'd told her that he would give his kingdom completely to the Princess with the softest voice and so the Prince waited for days and days before he found the perfect girl, and she was strong, a kind and had the softest voice. She rose to be the greatest Queen that the kingdom had ever seen and the Prince with the very big ears moved to a house by the sea, where he could always playing the water and nothing was ever too loud. The memory was interrupted by a voice.

"Ay, you, kid says he knows you? Did you bring a kid here?" it was a girl that he went to school with, a pretty thing with brown hair and brown eyes and at her side was a child with red hair, biting his thumb and smiling. "This ain't exactly a good place to babysit."

"No. Shit, I don't know any kids." he mumbled, staring down at the smiling mite before him. "Why would he be mine?"

"I don't know, he said he knows you. He pointed at you specifically."

"But I-" staring at the the child, he thought back to an old family photo, one of a grinning four year old with messy red hair and large eyes. A four year old who liked to bite his thumb. He felt sick very suddenly and grimaced at the kid, squinting and leaning forward while the girl watched with a frown. "Yeah, I think I do know him."

"Fantastic. Take him home." she snapped, strolling back over to her friends.

"Hey." he mumbled to the kid.

"Hi!" the child barked back, waving erratically.

[Penguin]

Name: Rosaline Gale

Age: 17 (Senior)

Gender: Female

Power: Telekinesis

Personality: Rose is a quirky individual, always looking to have fun in any way possible. She's outgoing, super friendly, and never afraid to speak her mind. Despite being very kind, she's got a bit of an attitude and never fails to say something sarcastic. She's as stubborn as a bull and will not change her mind once it's set on something. Rose is also on the reckless side. She often jumps into situations too fast, especially if a loved one is in trouble.

Likes: Cats, comic books, baking, coffee, music, skateboarding, italian food, the color pink

Dislikes: Rude or judgmental people, smoking, liars, schoolwork

History: Rosaline's life has been up until this point quite normal. To her knowledge, she was born to Benjamin and Jocelyn Gale. They had always lived in Pavar. She had been close with both and was well-raised to be an intelligent and lively girl. Benjamin and Rose had done everything together. The two of them were best friends. Then one day, when Rose was around twelve years old, he left without a trace. Her mother had no explanation to give her other than that she was too young to understand. Even today, Rose still hasn't gotten a clear-cut reason from her. Nonetheless, the two remained close over the years.

Awakening:

"Rosie! Hurry up! The doors open in thirty minutes!"
The sun rays beat down on the streets as two young girls rushed to the Sand Creek Mall that Saturday morning. Everyone knew today was the big sale. The short, skinny blonde girl in the black knit beanie swerved right and left weaving through the crowd of people as her taller, brunette friend ran up ahead of her. The sun beat down on them hard that day even so early in the morning. Her friend was the track star of the school. Even on a skateboard, Rose was working up a sweat trying to keep up with her.

"Geez Hannah! Can you go any slower?"Rose playfully called up to her friend, "The mall isn't going anywhere!"

"The mall might not be moving but that Betsy Johnson bag might be!" The girl yelled back over her shoulder. She was so far ahead now that her voice was being carried off by the wind. Rose barely understood what she had even said.

Rosaline groaned and picked up her skateboard, "What!?"She yelled. "Hannah where-.."She got on her tippy toes to try to get sight of the girl, craning her neck, her fair hair spilling down her back. "Fudge brownie..."She muttered, cursing in her own strange way. She went to sprint forward only to find her body being jerked backward. A big hand covered her mouth and another wrapped around her waist, yanking her into the dark, filthy alleyway. She was dragged behind the dumpster and soon she was greeted by the cool feeling of sharp metal up against her neck.

Rose's eyes darted left and right, sizing up the situation. Three tall figures stood in front of her, all wearing masks that hid all but their eyes. The tallest one was holding a knife to her neck. He had to bend down to do so. Rose almost laughed despite her building fear. She was so pathetically short. "Uh. You boys heading to the mall too? "She asked nervously.

"Shut up." The one with the knife snapped coldly. "Take out your wallet now, blondie."

"Okay."Rose whispered. She didn't really have much of a choice other than to pull her backpack slowly off her shoulder and began searching through it for her wallet.

"She's very cute. I bet we could get away with messing with her for a while too."One suggested.
His friends laughed, "We totally could!"

A sharp jolt of terror went through Rose's body and she stopped searching to clutch her bag in horror. Giving up a couple of twenties was one thing but that was a whole different level. She looked up with wide eyes, hearing sudden thuds. The three men were flying through the air. Two smacked hard into the wall while the other went rolling on to the floor. "What even..." Rose questioned it for maybe a millisecond before throwing her bag back over her shoulder and sprinting out of the alley. She bumped hard into someone and glanced up. It was Hannah.

"Rose what the hell are you doing? Let's go!"

Rose stared at her for a moment, her mind still whirling from the incident. Her heart was pounding hard against her ribs, threatening to pop out of her chest. "Umm... Sorry. " Rose managed to utter in reply.

"Yeah whatever." She sighed and grabbed Rose by the wrist, dragging her down the street. Rose looked over her shoulder to see the thugs emerging from the alley, rubbing their heads in pain. They seemed as confused as she was.

[Marx]

It Doesn't Lurk in the Darkness. It is the Darkness.

Are you afraid of the dark? Source
Only existing photo of Slate outside of his shroud

Name: ------- Slate
Alias: Revenant
Order Standing: Epsilon
Age: --
Gender: Male
Power: Shadow Camouflage, Umbrakinetic Constructs, Shadow Breath, Shadow Generation, Shadow Stealth, Umbrageous Teleportation, Inaudibility, Non-Corporeal shape shifting

Personality:
Shut off and reclusive, it's difficult to get more than a passing glance from Slate while in his company. He's intensely driven in his work against Omega's disciples and has dedicated his life to being Epsilon and waging war with the Omegas. Slate lacks trust in all powered individuals and will generally develop a comprehensive understanding of them before he interacts with him. After being burned by Gamma one too many times, he's also become a technophobe. If he catches someone with an internet-enabled device, he will destroy it with extreme prejudice.

Likes:
Silence, Pens, Rain, Snow, Seafood, Sweets, Sedentary animals, Classical Music, Metal, Hip Hop

Dislikes:
Electronic anything, The colour Orange, Red Meat, Handshakes

History:
Everything that exists about Slate has been purged from all records. Is is believed that he is an Caucasian American between 5'10 and 6'2 and that he is, in fact, a man. His first believed appearance was October 15th, 2006. The video captures of him was posted to Youtube and was judged to be fake by experts.

[Apollo]

Name:

Sayuri Suzuki

Age:

18

Grade:

Senior

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Power:

Atmokinesis - the ability to manipulate the atmosphere, like making storms.

Personality:

Sayuri is quiet and reserved. She prefers the company of books and enjoys being in libraries or coffee houses. She loves music and must always have music on. She can be a bit distracted sometimes since she has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. She can sometimes have mood swings that come out of nowhere.

Likes: Anime, music, manga, reading, sci-fi, researching, libraries, learning, swimming, kayaking.

Dislikes: Tardiness, being told her opinion is wrong, not being taken seriously, black coffee, hovering adults, being part of a group, not having her own private space.

History:

Sayuri was born in a small seaside town in the countryside of Japan. Her mother is Japanese and her father was American. They lived in Japan for the first five years of her life before moving to Pavar. She speaks fluent Japanese and English with native accents. She is an only child and sometimes she wishes that she had siblings, though this feeling is usually at war with her introverted personality. She’s always done good in school and she had plans to eventually go to Oxford to earn a degree in Astrophysics, however, a very powerful event in her life changed everything.

When she was 15, her father was killed in a mugging as he was coming home from work. Her father’s death devastated Sayuri and her mother. She started feeling depressed and she had nightmares. Her mother became distant, when before she used to be warm and loving. Sayuri felt her mother drift away into herself. It hurt Sayuri that her mother was still there, but leaving her to fend for herself emotionally. Her mother started taking pills and no longer treated Sayuri like her daughter. She became cold and threw herself into her work as a bank executive.

Sayuri began to have difficulties managing her emotions. She started to have more mood swings and she occasionally felt the urge to snap at people and tell them mean things - though she never did. Her grades began to suffer. She was still learning, but she wouldn’t do her homework and didn’t care about turning it in. She didn’t care about the future or where she would go to school. Life seemed meaningless to her. What was the point of living when you could get mugged inches from your car and murdered?

Even after realizing she had a gift, it only made life harder for her. Her gift was volatile and it meant that she had to try and keep a tighter reign on her emotions. It was enough to make someone crazy. Sayuri believed that she would eventually go crazy.

Awakening:

Everyone was crying. Her mother was crying - the last time she ever would. Her aunts and uncles were crying, the hypocrites. They never liked her father and it made her sick that they were pretending to now. All of her father’s friends were there. He hadn’t had any blood relatives. Her father had always told her that she was his whole world.

Sayuri hadn’t been able to cry. Her mother had slapped her in the car minutes before the ceremony at the graveyard, but she couldn’t cry. It was like she’d dried up before she’d even had a chance to shed a single tear. Even the black suits and black dresses and black mesh covering her aunts’ faces, and even the priest making his speech over her father’s casket as it was being lowered - none of it let it her cry. It made her angry, but she couldn’t even hold on to that anger. It was leaking out of her. Leaking out like the tears were supposed to.

She looked up at the clear sky and the scorching sun. She felt hot in her black mourning dress. Her father would have thought this was funny. People wearing ridiculous clothing during a hot summer day. The sky was trying to cry too. She could feel it in her bones. But it couldn’t cry. Not until she did.

The priest stopped speaking and people formed a line to pour dirt into the hole where her dad would live for the rest of eternity. When it was her turn, she picked up a handful of sand.

“What a strange custom,” she thought - and then she opened her hand and started to cry. She fell to the ground and a pain so absolute blossomed inside her soul and filled her completely. She let out a silent scream and tears streamed down her face so violently that she could feel herself being hollowed out. Someone was at her side, she didn’t know who. Water began to pool underneath her and she thought it was strange that she could cry so much as to create a pool. And then it seemed to go dark. She could hear people calling out to her, but she didn’t want to hear them. Thunder boomed. Someone tried to move her and she cried out. There was a flash of light and then - boom! The thunder was right on top of them and she could feel buckets of water pouring down on her. Why were they throwing buckets of water at her?

She finally looked up. The sun was gone. Instead, dark living clouds covered the sky. They roared with anger and sadness and she knew that it was her own anger, her own sadness, trapped in those clouds.

“Where did this rain come from?” She heard someone yell. Everyone around her was drenched and trying to find cover. It began to hail and large chunks of hail hit the ground around her. One of her uncles would later have a black eye were one large piece of hail hit him. Lightning fell from the sky. The wind howled and she could feel it fly by her faster than she ever had before. Part of her mind registered tornadoes in the distance. People were trying to stay on the ground, but she saw the priest carried past her by strong winds. She almost laughed in hysteria.

She could feel bits of debris hitting her face, but she didn’t care. Her emotions were pouring out and she didn’t want it to stop. But part of her knew that she had to stop. And so she did. Her energy had expended itself. She could feel the clouds moving away. Rays of sunlight shone through the dark clouds. The rain stopped and so did everything else. When she looked up at the sky again, the sun was back. She fell to the ground and let herself smile sadly.

“Goodbye father,” she said. She has not been able to cause a storm like that again and wasn’t sure if she ever would be able to again.

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Boom! Clap! The Sound of My Heart!

Name: Alan "Delta" Eden
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Power: Sound Manipulation, Sound Mimicry, Kinetic Energy Manipulation, Phasing, Super Speed, Vibration Emission, Force-field Generation, Seismic Manipulation

Personality: Delta tends to do all the talking when it comes to his higher level heroes, so had developed quite the boisterous personality. He considers the heroes of the world to be one large family, referring to Alpha as Dad, the other members of The Order as brothers and sisters. Delta rarely gets angry, but when he does he is known to fume for a few days (and holds a terrible grudge for that matter). Eager to help, Delta is excited to show our fledgling heroes the true extent of their abilities.

Likes: Any form of Music (the louder the better), a good book, being with friends and loved ones, making various electronic noises to freak out Epsilon, White Noise, Fruits, Meats

Dislikes: Silence, Withdrawn Individuals, Those who take advantage of others, Vegetables, Energy Drinks

History: Alan is fairly new to the Alpha-aligned side of The Order, holding the position of Delta for only nine years. Since his induction he has worked diligently to prove his worth, being instrumental in the imprisonment of several high-ranking villains. More recently he has focused his attention to rescuing/training young Supers with Epsilon.

[Voidself]

Name: Theodore Harrison.

Age: 19.

Gender: Male.

Power: Plant Manipulation: The ability to manipulate plants.

Personality: Haughty and spoiled, Theodore breezes through life like he owns it and often doesn't take the feelings of others into consideration. A selfish nature but also a quiet one, he becomes overwhelmed by loss of control and that can force him into sullen solitudes. These solitudes often end in spiteful anger and he is also prone to fits of frustration, easily unsettled by even the smallest things. Though he isn't all negatives, he has a childlike awe for the small things things in life and he becomes heavily interested in whatever he sets his mind to.

Likes: Cats, starry nights, collecting books, reading, summer days, nature, cloudy days, astrology, astronomy, Christmas.

Dislikes: Cigarette smoke, winter days, fog, frost, most insects, chocolate, dogs.

History: Born in Manhattan, New York, he spent a good portion of his life living in a very expensive apartment with his single father. He never knew much of his mother and he never cared to know much, his father didn't like talking about her and he didn't like pressing for details. They moved to Pavar when he was fifteen and he's kind of been holding a grudge about it ever since, he'll swear up and down that he was cheated out of a perfectly fine life in New York.

Awakening.

The night was a cold one, stars clinging to the sky and reminding him of snowflakes on black fabric. It was dark, darker than anything and yet it brought him some edge of comfort. He'd left the house in a flurry, his father had been far too asleep to notice him as he tore out the door and he found himself here now. He was barefoot, the cold air making his skin break into gooseflesh as he stood in the dew-speckled grass and stared into the dark sky. It was strange, the urge, the drive to leave the house and he didn't know where it came from. It had followed the headache, the stabbing ache that ripped through his temples until he'd been forced awake in a cold sweat, it had left a ghost of pain until he'd stumbled out the door.

The night was good to him, he'd always liked the way stars looked, it comforted him in so many ways. He drew in a deep breath as he stepped forward, his plaid pajama pants were getting damp at the hems and his arms were folding around himself to block out the chill. He didn't know why but he felt like something was right when he finally planted himself in the cold, wet grass. He dug his hands into it as he lied on his back. The cold was cutting through his clothes and the night sky was beckoning his gaze. It was so silent, everything was so silent, except for the thundering in his head.

He could feel something shifting under his palms and he turned too swiftly, sprouting between his fingers was the long stem of a dandelion. It held his eyes for a long, frozen moment and he pulled back in horror, rising beneath his palm were other dandelions. Their yellow heads were bobbing frantically from the sudden movement and he stumbled back on his knees as he stared at it in horror. It was a cluster of fresh dandelions and there was no doubt about it, they almost seemed to glow yellow in the darkness.

"What the-" he froze when he felt something curling over his fingertips and tore his hand away from the grass, wound around his fingers were tendrils of a root and the offending plant was lying like a discarded corpse surrounded in clumps of dirt. He could feel a slamming in his chest as he stared at the uprooted plant and he got to his feet.

Is it me? Am I causing this?

Turning his gaze to the lone tree in his front yard, he swallowed thickly and rested his hand to the trunk. He tried to focus on what he wanted it to do and he felt it begin to shake beneath his hand. One of the branches were spiraling downwards, seeming to bend until it strained and he jumped when it scraped against his back. He heard the startled noise escape himself and he shoved a hand against his mouth.

This was beyond his control but this was by far the best thing that had happened to him since the move.

[Whoami]

Name
Kana Matell

Age
18 (Senior)

Gender
Female

Appearance
Kana 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. Kana 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 Kana 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.

Kana prefers colorful clothing and has a 'mix-it-up' attitude with them. She doesn't care if her top doesn't match her sweater. Kana 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. Kana 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 Kana will wear caps.

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Power
Astral-Elemental Synchronicity
Kana is attuned to astral patterns of the sun and the moon and draws elemental energies from them both. During the day, Kana 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, Kana 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, Kana's fire wielding powers are doubled. During the day, Kana's eyes glow a fiery orange color; during the night, they glow a brilliant azure blue.

Personality
Kana is a bit of a problem child. She is quite rebellious and fiery, taking her pride to the next level if 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, Kana is rather unfiltered and will say what she has on her mind most of the time.

Kana 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. Kana 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 Kana 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. Kana 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.

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

Likes
Street racing, parkour, physical activity, competition, electronic music, old-school horror movies

Dislikes
Self-doubt, disrespect, show-offs, cheesy romance, gangsters, police

History

"Let me tell you about my life. Unlike a lot of the students here in this town, 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 Canada when he found out my mum was with pregnant with me. My older brother, Nathan, 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 screw 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 girls 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 local mob 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 a mobster 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 Nathan 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 Nathan's hot guy-friends. Regardless, there I was committing small crimes like vandalism and illegal street racing to win Nathan some money here and there. Problem is, I kinda liked it. I hooked up with one of Nathan's friends, we partied, 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 Nathan's bedroom door and arresting him on the spot. But nope, he sat there and literally watched Nathan sell some drugs to some bum and then point a gun at him to get out of 'his' house. Hell, 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 cheating on me and basically using me. So when I found out, I went a tad bit ballistic. 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. Fifteen 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 Nathan'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 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 Nathan'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 Nathan 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 crappy car that was falling apart around me as I went from Western Canada to Eastern 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 school for supers. Now here I am, a week into this school and already dealing with the usual high school drama."

Awakening

"You son of a bitch!"

"Woah! Woah! Kana! Calm down!"

"Hell no! I'm not calming down! You used me! You cheated on me! And you idolize my damn brother!"

"Jesus, Kana! I didn't che-"

"Bullshit! I saw the proof! You were all over that bitch!" An empty beer bottle was flung.

There was an audible ting as the bottle hit the guy. He yelped and recoiled at the hit. "You're crazy!" he yelled.

"I'm justified, you bastard!" Kana gritted her teeth and stepped up to him, getting right in his face.

Her boyfriend backed off a bit, leaning back against his car. "Get away from me! I'm not afraid to hurt you."

Kana raised an eyebrow, "Oh you aren't, eh? Come on then. Hit me. Right in the face." the instant he flinched, Kana head butted him in the nose, "And I'm not afraid to hurt you either!"

Some of his friends ran out of his house, "The hell is going on here?! Jonathan what'd you do?!" one asked.

The other started laughing, "Oh my god! Jonny is getting his ass kicked by his girlfriend!"

Jonathan stood and pushed Kana back before presenting a pocket knife. The friends stood back and watched, laughing and cheering Kana on. The girl studied the knife and remained stationary. Her vision started to dim and get foggy. She felt a warmth crawl up her spine, past her shoulders and into her hands. She heard Jonathan say something, "The hell is with her eyes?"

Without thinking, Kana flung her hand at him, sending a bolt of fire toward him that seemingly came from her skin. He quickly leaped onto the ground to his left, dodging the bolt. It instead hit his car, and the fire spread unnaturally fast. It was like napalm that had coated it, and moments later, the entire car was blazing. Jonathan put his hands to his head, "No! Not my car! My fucking car! No!"

His friends were a bit more sensible and pulled him away before the gas tank erupted. Kana was still in her haze when it did, the shockwave blew her off of her feet and straight on her back. The blow made her come to, and she saw the car burning and popping with every little combustion. Her eyes were glowing a fiery orange and her hands were hot enough to burn the grass beneath them. She could hear Jonathan yelling about his car and cursing at her. She did that? Kana looked at her hands and clenched them into fists, the heat from inside them ignited into flames around them. She panicked and ran off.

She ran until she was far from the scene, sitting in an alley way while she tried to collect herself. "What the hell happened?!" she asked herself aloud, breathing heavily.

She was flailing her hands in the air to try and cool them down. She saw a bucket of water and dipped her hands in it, noticing her eyes glowing that orange color in the water's reflection. When she realized that the heat in her hands wasn't actually hurting her, she took them out of the bucket and looked at them. "Fire?" she asked, her voice a little more calm, "Did I just create fire?!"

Kana thought about the moment she had realized what happened, when she clenched her fist. She did the same thing and surely enough, the air around her fist rippled with heat and then burst into flames. It didn't burn her. "I can create fire... Holy shit! I can create fire!" her voice was surprised, scared, excited.

Kana threw a punch into the air and the fire around her fist bolted forward into a brick wall, where it fizzled away harmlessly. "Hah!" she started to laugh, thinking about what she did to Jonathan's car. Kana made more fire with her hands and started to play with it, swirling it around and trying different things all day. "This is great! Screw Jonathan and his bullshit! This is where it's at!"

When the sun passed the horizon and the moon took over, the heat in her hands dissipated and was replaced with a biting cold. She wasn't uncomfortable and it made her wonder. Clenching her fist didn't create fire, instead, the air turned into vapors and solidified around her fist into a block of ice. She was amazed, the ice was perfect, no cracks or flaws, perfectly reflective. She noticed her eyes had gone from glowing fiery orange to brilliant blue. "I see." she said to herself, making a discovery about her new power. "During the day I can control fire, and the night allows me to control ice. Hm..."

Kana didn't go home for three days and three nights. She had spent her time figuring her new abilities out, how to create fire and ice without clenching her fist. How to control it after she throws it. How to use external sources like fire and heat or water and cold. Kana was always a quick learner, and it didn't take her long to figure out the many different ways to utilize her power. When she finally got home, she heard her brother and mother arguing. "It's about time I put an end to this." Kana sighed and stepped inside.

It was in the early morning when she had returned and the sun was just on the horizon. Twilight. She didn't say anything when she entered the house, she just approached Nathan and punched him right in the nose. There was no fire. No ice. Just a pissed off Nathan. "What? How come I didn't make an-" Thud!

Kana took a hit to her gut, once she was on the floor, she took a number of kicks to her side and back followed by a relentless flurry of punches aimed for her face. She had her arms up, but some hits made it through. Nathan was screaming and yelling incoherently, he was obviously in some sort of drug-induced haze. Once he had backed off and went to his room, Kana's mother helped her clean some blood off and bandaged some of the cuts she had gotten. Kana was brought to her room and helped into her bed, her mother thanked her but told her not to get involved again. Kana was worried that her powers may have just been a sort of dream.

Whens he woke up, she spent the day to figure out what went wrong, she had her powers back, she was manipulating fire without a problem. Then it dawned on her that she couldn't use her powers in twilight periods, when day and night were swapping out. It had to be entirely one or the other. So she planned. "Tonight. I get my brother out of the family."

Kana waited until midnight when she was sure her powers would work. Before she did anything, she formed a small shard of ice just to make sure. Confident in her abilities, Kana invited herself into her brother's room where he was laying next to some new girl. She formed a razor sharp icicle in the air and hovered it at his neck, "Wake up, big bro. Time for some payback."

Nathan opened his eyes and could feel the sting of the cold sharp pressing into his neck. "What the fu-"

"Shh! Don't want to wake up the rest of the family. Especially your girl here. Get out of bed. Now."

Nathan didn't know what came over Kana, but the blue glow in her eyes told him it wasn't something he could handle. Nathan was led out into the backyard, the glow from the swimming pool's lights illuminated the yard enough to walk freely. Kana kept the shard against his neck as she walked a safe distance behind him, "Stand at the edge of the pool." she demanded, Nathan obliged. His willingness made Kana laugh, it was too easy! He acted like some tough guy but he folded instantly when he saw he was outgunned.

The water in the pool lifted and surrounded Nathan's feet and solidified, freezing him into place at the edge of the pool. More water came out and enveloped his hands like arms reaching from the pool. Then the entire pool froze along with the arms holding his hands in place. Nathan was breathing heavily, "What the hell happened?! You aren't Kana! Who are you?" his voice was panicked.

Kana approached him and got right in his face, the blue glow in her eyes adding light to his terrified expression. "I'm you're worst nightmare, Nathan. And I'm gonna put you in your place." she raised her hand, Kana was holding onto an apple.

She took a bite out of the apple and put it on his head, "Be still, bro. I don't wanna miss... Well... I kinda do."

Kana formed another shard of ice in her hand, it then floated from her palm and next to her face, pointing where she looked. With a raise of her eyebrow, the shard sped forward, making a whizzing sound as it did. The shard pierced through the apple and took it with it into the fence on the other side of the pool. Nathan shrieked. "Oooh that was a good shot! You make a good assistant, Nathan. We could be famous, y'know. Travelling the world as a magician and her trusty assistant." Kana walked up to him and put her arm around his shoulder, Nathan was shaking, either from the biting cold of the ice holding him or the fear, or both.

"You're fucked in the head, Kana!" Nathan stated.

Kana shrugged, "And you're the one to blame for that, Nathan. Funny though, Jonathan said that too before I blew up his car. I'm quite sure you don't want me to blow you up now, huh? Oh! Also..." Kana pointed toward a camera mounted in ice, the ice was floating, "Smile." Kana made a toothy grin, Nathan didn't smile. The ice encapsulating the camera pressed down on the snap button and the flash blinded them momentarily.

She took the camera from the air and got rid of the ice, "That's a nice picture. I think I'll make that my phone's background."

Nathan growled, seemingly finding his balls, "When I get out of here, Kana, I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"Another threat. Well then... Seems you didn't learn your lesson just yet." Another shard formed and she sent it straight through his shoulder. She then used his saliva to freeze his lips shut so he didn't scream and wake everybody up. "In most superhero movies, Nathan, I think I'd be dubbed 'the bad guy'. But really, I'm dolling out some vigilante justice right now and it feels great! No wonder why batman did what he did." she formed a solid block of ice and sent it into his gut, winding him, "This is way more effective than smacking you on the wrist and saying 'don't do that again'."

She sent another block right at his injured shoulder. "But I'm not gonna kill you. You're still family. And then I'd -really- be the bad guy. So here's what I want you to do, Nathan. Leave us alone. Never come back. If you do, I'll turn you into the worlds most realistic ice sculpture with the water in your body. Understood?" The threat was a bluff, Kana wasn't sure if she was able to do that. But in theory, it was possible.

Nathan nodded rapidly, lips still frozen together. Kana smiled, "Good. Cheerio, bro!"

The ice enveloping his hands and feet broke from the ground and pool, lifting him into the air. Kana gave him a wink and sent the ice blocks into the neighbor's lawn with him still attached to them. Kana waited in the backyard for an hour until deciding that he was indeed gone. She woke up the girl in Nathan's room and told her drunken ass to get out of the house, then she went to sleep. It was the easiest sleep in her entire life. Until the fire alarm...

[RainbowReindeer]

Sunny

"What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh!"

Name: Sae Hyun "Sunny" Yeom
Age&Grade: Seventeen, Senior
Gender: Female

Appearance:
While lean and geared more towards deft, agile maneuvers, she isn't ridiculously scrawny but not desirably full-figured either. She stands at around 5'3''.

Power:
Animation:
Sunny has the ability to bring inanimate objects to life. The animated objects stay 'alive' as long as Sunny wants or until it is destroyed. However, larger objects uses more mental strength or will and don't usually last long while smaller objects do. The animated object's personality varies depending on Sunny's wishes. If she longs for companionship while animating something, that something will do anything to comfort its maker.

Personality:
Warm-hearted and compassionate; Sunny enjoys helping others. She is persistent, always striving for the truth and leading a respectful, dignified life. She is an extremely loyal person and often finds herself to attached to things/people that catch her interest. Sunny is always willing to stretch out a hand to those in need, caring little about her own self. She's very sensitive but is quite thick-headed when it comes down to personal relationships. Sunny chooses to live with a smile on her face and without fear clouding her judgment.

Likes: Chamomile tea, vanilla ice cream, classical music, bad puns and jokes.
Dislikes: Coffee, bad romance novels and loneliness.

History:
Sunny would wake up in the morning feeling rather mellow when she was younger. She would go to school and then come home only to curl up under her covers and sleep. She had good grades, a home, and all the things she could possibly ask for. Yet the world to her was a canvas of monochrome colors. Maybe those feelings occurred ever since Richard Norton cheated on her with Miranda Salders in seventh grade or maybe it was because she had no real friends since her parents were always absent and moved every so year due to their professions.

What really drew her out of her shell was art and Ms. Tiller, her care-taker (mom). It started with a simple sketch in her history notebook and a bit of encouragement from a kind old lady...and then her obsession with art exploded. Sunny would draw everything anywhere. She would even go as far as to graffiti over graffiti. After realizing that she had the ability to animate objects, she was never lonely again. She began conversing more often and started creating real relationships with people. Sunny is also trying to find the heart to forgive her forgetful parents.

Of course, right when things were going right for her, her parents decided to dump Sunny at Pavar before catching the next flight to Los Angeles.

Awakening:

Open :^)

Her slender fingers dug into the clay, the cool moist feeling tickling her. Eyes fluttering closed, Sunny let herself sink in an ocean of tranquility. She broke off a lump of clay, taking the small portion in her hands before creating the general shape of a bird. With the bird on her left palm, she reached over to grab a carving tool from the table in front of her. "Pretty little robin, why did you go to the library? Perhaps you wanted to find some bookworms," she joked with a flat tone. She deftly began to etch details onto the soft surface. In a few minutes, she was carefully examining the half-finished product. Although it was clay, it held an aura of life as if it was begging to fly free. Her lips pulled up into a rare smile, a facial expression reserved exclusively for her art.

"You're sculptures are lovely as always," a voice suddenly rang out. Sunny looked up, the bright smile fast disappearing into a more held-back one. It was the house-keeper, Ms. Tiller. The elderly woman had been employed ever since Sunny was a child. Ironically, Ms. Tiller was more of a mother to Sunny than her biological one.

"Thank you," she politely answered, setting the bird onto the table. The woman smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing as she took a seat next to Sunny. She gasped though, standing right back up. Alas, Sunny had forgot that she had spilled some water on the seat. Ms. Tiller only laughed as she grabbed a towel. "I'm sorry," Sunny said, looking away. Soft laughter escaped the woman's lips again as she took Sunny's clay muddied hands, patting them gently.

"You don't ever have to apologize to me." Sunny licked her lips, the word 'sorry' threatening to escape if she dared to open her mouth. Ms. Tiller continued to talk, her wise hazel eyes boring into dark browns. "...I should be the one to apologize to you. I tried to tell them. Your parents, they should be around more often for you but oh Sunny, you know they are very busy."

"I know," Sunny said after a heavy second. "I know," she quickly murmured again, her eyes darting to the floor. Ms. Tiller sighed and the deafening silence stretched out its long limbs. Ms. Tiller patted Sunny's hands again before leaving the girl alone, realizing that there was nothing to lift Sunny's bad mood. Sunny plucked the clay bird sculpture, continuing to add details.

She was to turn fifteen in a few days. Her parents promised to be home on her special day. They promised but apparently France was a lot more important than their daughter. Bitter tears welled up and all of the sudden, the lonely and confused teenager couldn't breathe. God, how foolish she was to even imagine her parents magically appearing on her birthday. They hadn't come to the past seven birthdays so why would they bother to attend now?

But oh, she dreadfully wanted to show her parents the many art awards she amassed over the months. She wanted to show them her sculptures, her drawings, her new friends. She wanted to tell them that she loved them no matter what. "D'you really think they love you? You're just an accessory to them, nothing more." "I don't wanna be alone anymore," she painfully whispered.

Chirp.
Chirp.
Chirp.

Chi - Sunny's eyes shot open as she stared at her hands that were supposed to be holding a clay bird. A clay bird. Inanimate. It wasn't supposed to be thrashing around in her hands. Except it was. Squeaking in surprise, she jumped off her seat, hurling the object (that wasn't supposed to be indignantly chirping) on the ground. Sunny expected to hear the wet squealch of clay hitting the ground - not a clay bird chirruping like a crazed animal in front of her face.

"Oh my god."

[Gnome Johnson]

César Ramirez

Name: César Ramirez
Age: 16 (Junior)
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Half Black/Half Hispanic)

Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Height: 5'10
Weight: 150 lbs

Power: Personal Gravity Manipulation

Personality: César is a noble soul who strives to make the best of whatever situation he’s placed in. He attempts to maintain a positive, focused attitude when given a task to complete, and is genuine sort of guy. Honest, but not brutally so, and hardworking, César is the consummate sum of his mother’s military discipline and his father’s idealistic perceptions.

Likes: Planes, Skydiving, Alternative Music, Honesty, Organization, Working Out, Biking.

Dislikes: Deception, Arrogance, Bullies, Laziness, Prejudice.

History: The Ramirez family has roots in Pavar, with César’s mother coming from the small town, but César does not. His mother an Air Force pilot, César was born and raised a military brat and was used to traveling across the country to whatever military base his family was assigned to. He spent most of his early life in this manner, hooping from one city to the next, never staying still and never really having the chance to make strong friendships with anyone outside of his family. As such, the Ramirez family is a tightknit one, and César would do anything for any member of his blood; be it little sister or great aunt. Fate would have it that his grandfather, a veteran of WWII and a fellow pilot, took severely ill, and, with César’s grandmother dying a few years prior, had no one to take of him. As such, César and the rest of his family moved out to Pavar to take care of their ailing elder for whatever few years he had left.

Awakening: The brisk night air knifed through César’s thin jacket with ease, shocking the sleep from the youth’s weary form as he travelled farther and farther from the warm lights of Parvar. It had been almost a month since his arrival to the tired little town, and still César felt out of place. He understood that he was a new kid in a small town, and that it would take a while for the resident’s to get used to him, but he’d be damned if the residents didn’t make him feel like an alien in his own skin. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to the foreign feeling of a new place, a new home, he’d gotten plenty of experience with that as his family jumped from army base to army base. It was the fact that his family wasn’t likely to leave for a long time, that he would probably spend the good part of a few years with these people. And in his month in Pavar, he had yet to make a single friend.

César always relied on his mother’s propensity to get reassigned rather quickly to excuse his lack of enthusiasm when it came to making friends. He figured that, since he would probably be moving within three months of meeting anyone his own age, that there was no point to getting to know someone on a personal or intimate level. But now, his way out had been eradicated. His escape was hamstrung, and he was anchored to Pavar and its people. He couldn’t even rely on his family for consul or advice, with his mother and father busy with their new jobs and his little sister preoccupied with her upcoming Eighth Grade school year. The entire affair filled César with an uncomfortable frustration, one which buzzed and bite at the back of his mind.

So, César did what he always did when he found himself in a foul mood. He moved as fast as he could in the quickest manner possible away from the issue. At the moment, the issue seemed to be Pavar.

It proved this manner of thinking which lead the youth biking, off-road, in an area he knew little to nothing about. In retrospect, not his brightest moment.

Regardless, César found solace in the rugged and twisting paths which littered the rocky gorge he had stumbled upon. He took his biking slowly at first, not one to abandon all sense in a fit of anger, but his tentative efforts took a more bold approach as he grew in confidence. His troubles seemed to float away and join the speckled night sky as he pedaled through the tumultuous terrain which surrounded him. Any frustrations, any annoyances, any doubts which tore at his conscious mind, all but vanished as the cool night wind rushed against his grinning face. Unfortunately for César, as his elation grew, so too did his concern for his own safety falter and crack. It took but one fateful error to send César tumbling down the sheer cliff which crept at the edge of the rocky terrain. One mistake to change his life forever.
César unleashed a bloodcurdling scream as he rocketed down the edge of the cliff, bike tumbling after him with uproarious discontent. Wind, cold and uncaring, blasted upwards against his face, and the whole of the world seemed to slow down around him as he crashed towards his end. Fear gripped his heart as the ground rushed to meet him, and hot tears streamed across his face as the final thoughts of his family burned bright in his mind. His grandfather’s grim, weathered face. His mother’s rare smiles. His father’s eager, caring eyes. His sister’s echoing laughter, so young and so full of life. He would never get to see her grow old, never meet the man she would marry, never get to reminisce about growing up together or the stupid games they played. He would lose the chance to make those memories with her, with everyone.

“NO!” he screamed, begging for life in a final, defiant plea which echoed across the canyon’s cavernous depths. For once, the world seemed to listen.

His hands crossed over his crying eyes, César waited for the collision that never came. Slowly, he peeled his tear-soaked sleeves away from his eyes, and found himself staring at ground inches away from his face. He was hovering, floating more like, surrounded in an aura of pale white light.

“Holy shit. Holy. Shit.”

In an event that should have resulted in his death, César instead found within himself an ability that humans have sought after since the species first glimpsed birds soar through the air.

César could fly.

Well, float. Flying could come later, because right now, César was just happy to be alive. Scared shitless of what just happened and what he had just done, but happy nonetheless.

[Warm Regret]

Danny Cruz

Name: Danny Cruz

Age: 17

Gender: Male



Appearance: Standing at about 5’10” and weighing in at around 165lbs, Danny has a solid build. The slight bulk of his upper body gives the appearance that he spends a decent amount of time at the gym, which is partly true but most of his exercise comes from playing baseball and training. He is of Hispanic decent with a very lightly tanned skin tone. His brown hair appears unkempt and maybe a little messy, when in actuality it takes significant effort to get it the way he likes it. He has dark eyebrows and his eyes are greenish brown. His style of dress would be considered casual. He would normally be seen wearing sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt, most often having some type of print. Accessories might include a hooded jacket, baseball cap or shades.

Powers: Exceptionally tough skin.

Personality: Danny is somewhat quiet and reserved which some people perceive as him being cold or unfriendly and that isn’t exactly true. While it’s correct that he can be difficult to get along with, he has a soft spot for those who are weak, such as children, the sick, elderly and animals. Although he isn’t the most sociable person, he does enjoy the company of others, in small doses. Unfortunately, he lacks patience and tends to rush into things without thinking. He also has the tendency to hurt the feelings of others when he looses his temper.

Likes: Baseball, Animals, Godzilla Movies, Fixing Things and Seeing how they Work.

Dislikes: Reading, Excuses, Losing, and Drugs.

Awakening:

Stepping outside Bruno’s pizza with his friend Will, Danny finished his slice with extra cheese and looked around to see the city lights were already ablaze. It was a summer’s evening in New York and the city didn’t plan on going to sleep anytime soon. “Damn, how long were we in there? I better get back home before my mom comes down here lookin for me.” He joked with a grin. Will laughed. ‘Yeah man, your mom’s crazy.’ Danny grinned. “Whatever, alright bro, see you later.” But before Danny could put any distance between himself and his friend, he felt Will grab his arm. ‘Yo, come with me real quick to drop something off ok?’ “Nah man, you know I’m not with all that.” Danny refused. Will sucked his teeth. ‘Stop being such a punk man, just come with me real fast, you owe me.’ Danny exhaled with annoyance and rolled his eyes. “Alright, come on man, hurry up.”

They walked several blocks in the cool summer night, the sound of motorists and sirens mixing into an erratic melody. Will prattled on about some new sneakers he wanted but the only thing Danny could focus on, was what he could expect to walk into when he got home. He was sure he would get a lecture from his mom before he even got both feet in the door, not to mention a few whacks to the head. Just as he was starting to lose his patience, they reached some rundown corner with two older kids he knew from the neighborhood. ‘Wait here man.’ Will said as he approached the two older kids. “Yeah hurry up.” Danny replied.

Casually glancing from the transaction with his friend, to the watch on his wrist, neither of the 4 youths noticed as a car with tinted windows whizzed by. When the shots rang out, each person scattered. Danny didn’t get too far before he felt something strike him in the back. He knew he had been shot and he collapsed just before he could reach a nearby alley. After a few seconds, he realized he was barely in any pain and as he pushed himself off the ground, he noticed that his hands were blue. Turning to see his reflection in the glass window of a store front, he was freaked out by the stranger he saw staring back at him and so he ran. Crouching in the alley, he hid behind a dumpster and some rubble, trying to concentrate on making himself normal again and after a while, it worked.

The intended target of the shooting was actually one of the older boys Will was dealing with, however Danny’s friend Will was the only person fatally shot that night. It took him a long time to come to terms with his friend’s death and why his friend had died while somehow he survived. After Will’s death, Danny’s parents decided to move them out of the city and that’s how they ended up in Pavar. So far Danny’s been able to keep the secret of his transformation to himself, however he still struggles with trying to control it.

History:

Danny’s life started out pretty normal. He’s the youngest of five siblings and his mother and father worked hard to provide for their family. Growing up in a rough neighborhood, he quickly became street smart but got into his fair share of trouble. When he reached his teenage years he started to realize just how different he was. First, he seemed to have a knack for sports, baseball in particular. Second, he was pretty good at fixing things. Finally, he realized that he had a strange ability. He didn’t know what to call it but he figured it could cause problems if other people found out. So far he’s been able to keep this ability a secret but he hasn’t been able to completely control it either.

After he was involved in a drive-by shooting that resulted in the death of his friend, his parents decided they needed to move out of the city. As soon as his dad was able to get a transfer at his job, the family moved to Pavar. Shortly after they moved, his next oldest sister left home for college, leaving him as the last sibling to remain with his parents. Starting over in a new town was an adjustment for him. Everyone moved at a slower pace than what he was used to, the people seemed more polite, he didn’t feel as though he had to constantly look over his shoulder, honestly, it was…relaxing.

The move came just in time for him to start high school. Almost as soon as he enrolled in his new school, he tried out for the baseball team and over the years became one of their star players. School and practice occupy most of his time, so he hasn’t made many friends but through that sacrifice he’s been almost assured a career in the sport he loves when the time comes.