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Alex Rhodes
Age: 18
Gender:Male
Personality: Alex is a quite reserved man, believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. As such he tends to keep to himself, speaking mostly only when spoken, and keeping his emotions guarded. This has caused him to have few friends as people never really took to the quite man in the corner. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective of those he considers friends, loyal to them and willing to protect them with his own life. Though he is normally calm and controls of emotion, friends and family are his weakness as if they are threatened or endangered he can act impulsively.
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Biography:Alex was born in San Diego California, to Jayson and Mira Rhodes. He grew up in what is known as 32nd ST, a prominently Mexican neighborhood. His father an Ex-marine, his mother first generation american and a simple school teacher at the high school. Military was a family thing, his grand-father was a Pilot on B-52s during WW2. Though his father was discharged due to a medical condition Alex himself had all intent on joining as soon as he turned 18, much to his mothers dismay as she wanted him to take a safer job. His father on the other hand couldn't of been prouder.
His father used his Military benefits to open up a Garage, and was also a well respected member of the community. Because they lived in a rougher neighborhood it was pretty cheap, and for the most part they were able to live off his fathers disability allowing him to use his garage for community work. This allowed him to do some favors for people, who couldn't really afford to get there vehicles fixed or needed other kinds of help. This is one of the reasons Alex has the morals he does. His father teaching him to help people out if he could.
Because of the area though it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. The neighborhood was overrun with gangs so his father taught him how to defend himself, and that he should only fight in defense of himself or others. Alex spent most of his days with his father, training, hanging around the garage, even helping fix the cars. he did however have some troubles at school. He wasn't the best student, but he did well enough. Shop was his best class. Mostly cars and motorcycles were his only real interest to him. Though he did get into the occasional fight, some one being harassed or others picked on by others and he would step in. Even that was cut down once California started putting guards and metal detectors in schools.
Alex started talking to requiters when he turned 16 already knowing that was what he was going to do. The only real challenge was picking a branch, army, navy marines and air force really just wanting to see what would be the best fit for him. What jobs they were offering and what he wanted. All that changed one night however. It was just a normal day and he was out late with some friends, mostly riding motorcycles around the city living up there youth. He was riding down a dark rode on his way home when some one walked out in front of him. Because of that wreck he was put into a coma for nearly a month, damaging nearly every organ, breaking his collar bone, deflating both lungs and braking his left leg. It was a miracle he survived, and even more so that he recovered so well, besides a few scars he healed up fine. His parents praised God.
That put his life on hold a bit, pushed his school a head as he missed a large portion and had to retake his senior year. After the accident he started to notice things changing, he was more then getting better.
Power: Complete Physical Enhancement. Alex has enhanced strength and durability, able to lift things that no normal person should be able to and withstand much more. His body was also able to heal faster then normal. On top of that his reflexes are enhanced as well making him able to react faster as well as giving him enhanced senses, his eye sight better then perfect, able to see in near complete darkness as he could smell and hear things as well. His mind also seemed to be operating better as well, though not a super genius he can process information faster which is needed to take in all the information his enhanced senses give him.
Skills & Weaknesses:Alex is a skilled fighter, having learned from his father and being in a few brawls. He was also has good mechanical abilities. His mother taught him how to cook, mostly Mexican food but he has branched out and cook a lot of things.
Weaknesses: Though he can endure more and heal faster then normal he is nowhere near invincible, small cuts and bruises healing in a few minutes, more grievous wounds take longer and can take up to a month or two, still much faster then normal. Also his abilities enhanced his emotions. Feeling things stronger as it clouds his judgment at times, though his normal reserved personality keeps it in check.
Samuel "Sam" Pikus
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality:
Sam is a very easy-going, open-minded guy. He continually strives for knowledge, but enjoys a level of comfort in using his sociability to refrain from discussing his own beliefs that may come off as distasteful, strongly believing in political correctness and presentability. In substantial conversation, Sam often contradicts himself on very personal levels, and openly states the flaws in his thought process. More often than not, his discussions turn into learning experiences taking the form of self-driven rants. He is very honest in who he is, and always carries himself with an aura of confidence.
Sam is very much into experimenting and experiencing. He has learned to embrace every emotional faculty available to him, convinced that they serve to enhance his perception of moments. He thoroughly enjoys the intake of stimulants, to the point of being considered a fiend; although, he also openly partakes in depressants, psychedelics, and most anything else that will give him some sort of buzz or high. Overall, Sam enjoys the general concept of feeling through activities ranging from physical exercises to his own thought experiments.
Sam is very much into experimenting and experiencing. He has learned to embrace every emotional faculty available to him, convinced that they serve to enhance his perception of moments. He thoroughly enjoys the intake of stimulants, to the point of being considered a fiend; although, he also openly partakes in depressants, psychedelics, and most anything else that will give him some sort of buzz or high. Overall, Sam enjoys the general concept of feeling through activities ranging from physical exercises to his own thought experiments.
Appearance:
Standing at 6'0 and 205 lbs, Sam is a lean, mean, athletic machine. He possesses no piercings or tattoos. Since entering his "frat star" phase, he's become accustomed to tank tops, long-sleeve button-ups, backwards caps, tight jeans, baggy athletic shorts, long socks, and expensive shoes ranging from Air Jordans to Sperrys. He is also a visible chain-smoker, often carrying multiple packs of Marlboro 27s or Lights.
Biography:
Sam was born into the streets of Richmond, CA. His mother died during childbirth, and his father, Ray, was a gang enforcer who provided sufficiently, but more than often neglected his interpersonal role as an actual fatherly figure.
Especially during his infant years, Ray was rarely at home. Sam would be left alone in the living room to his own devices for hours unattended; although, nobody would ever dare make any attempt near that house. Ray was fairly known in the area: both for being an extremely gracious neighbor and horribly ruthless whenever his duty called him. Sam would be fed twice a day, before and after Ray got home from whatever business he had to attend to that day, and Sam would either be left sleeping in some corner of the house or patrolling his domain.
At 6 months, Sam learned to walk... across an empty home... with his father absent, of course.
When he was 4-years old, Sam began playing with the children of the other thugs his father associated with. His new peers taught him how to steal, and the older kids first introduced knives to him. Throughout elementary school, Sam became incredibly proficient at shoplifting, pickpocketing, and most importantly any and every getaway he ever had to make. In one instance, he tackled a kid off his bike and made his break riding away on one for the first time, skipping the training wheel stage entirely. From then, he went into a skater phase, trading bikes, skateboards, scooters and the likes until he was cycling through them almost weekly, trading up as he personally saw fit.
In 5th grade, Ray began to take a more hands-on parenting role. He saw his son's crimes as extremely petty and worthless and put him into a Little League team. In his 4 years of baseball, Sam proved to be a mediocre pitcher, an awful batter, but a dominating force on the field. He would make miraculous catches deep outfield, running to the ball's falling point before anybody could even react to it flying away from the batter. The only ones he missed were the ones he wasn't physically fast enough to catch up to.
As his father's lucrative career flourished, so did Sam's quality of life at home. Ray was able to spend a bit more time around his son, albeit still for significantly insufficient amounts of time. Their East Bay ghetto home had modern interiors, including black marble flooring and the largest cable and internet bundles. In his free time, Sam began to immerse himself in his computer, surfing everything from hardcore pornography to academic articles on contemporary international politics.
By the time high school rolled around, Sam became had almost completely removed himself from all the thugs and petty crooks from his childhood. He remained on good terms with them, but he held off from any direct participation in their activities. Instead, he joined the JV Football team, along with every young redneck and aspiring tough guy in the district. Sam wanted to be a jock, and not just any jock but one that sat at the top of the social ladder. He wanted the pride, the attention, and most of all: the girls. It didn't take much time for him to prove himself: during the preseason, Sam had made multiple displays of his competence and proficiency on the field. He was assigned wide receiver and strong safety, able to compensate on-the-fly any of his quarterback's slip-ups and deliver those backfield tackles his linebackers couldn't quite get a grip on. His freshman year, Sam played a major role in his high school JV Football team seizing the division title.
Sophomore year, Sam made Varsity's starting safety. After a Latin I class, his teammates named him "Venator", the hunter. Alongside that, the Pikus written across his helmet during every preseason was how he was addressed across campus. During the offseason, Sam would push his body in every direction possible, exhaustively experimenting with meditation, shadowboxing, and weight training in an attempt to raise the focus and strength behind all of his movement. He also indulged heavily in the party scene expected of any athletic prodigy: heavy drinking, mild drug use, and casual sex.
His Sophomore and Junior years, Sam led his team to state championships. His Senior year, his team's victory at the national level was attributed solely to his defensive prowess. He also graduated Summa Cum Laude with a GPA of 4.56 with near-perfect standardized testing scores and various AP courses under his belt.
In a brief post-championship game interview with ESPN, Sam stated that he was not going to pursue football past high school: "They were fun years; they were fantastic years, but I'd rather leave my high school football phase where it belongs: in high school."
Between Ray's gradual mass-accumulation of undocumented wealth and Sam's exceptional academic record, Sam was able to obtain a 95% scholarship at a research school in Washington, D.C. double-majoring in Mathematics and Philosophy, entering his Freshman year academically as a Sophomore. He found himself surrounded by an entirely different crowd: one composed primarily of WASPs, Jews, and extremely wealthy foreigners. He joined a top-tier fraternity as the "token black kid" and perfected the art of slap cup and drunk brawling through pledging.
After a night of camaraderie and delinquency with some fraternity brothers, their driver ran their Camaro into the divider, sending Sam flying from the passenger's seat and out the front windshield. After a couple flips, Sam was able to catch himself on the concrete far on the opposite shoulder of the road. He landed on all fours, palms and soles planted, no bones broken and completely responsive, however covered in severe lacerations from his burst through the flurry of glass and concrete.
He had sat in a hospital bed for about a week, and to his and every medical professional's astonishment, he quickly regained mobility in all parts of his body. He was able to psychologically block out most of the pain, but he could not ignore the stress he was putting on his torn muscle tissues. Nonetheless, he had his stitches done and he was intent on not spending another dollar on his care there.
Before he left, he was handed a form notifying him of a nation-wide blood test. It detailed the purpose, and after much Googling, Sam felt his stomach sink. He couldn't be entirely positive that he would be "Superhuman", but his physiological abnormalities especially refused to provide him any comfort.
Especially during his infant years, Ray was rarely at home. Sam would be left alone in the living room to his own devices for hours unattended; although, nobody would ever dare make any attempt near that house. Ray was fairly known in the area: both for being an extremely gracious neighbor and horribly ruthless whenever his duty called him. Sam would be fed twice a day, before and after Ray got home from whatever business he had to attend to that day, and Sam would either be left sleeping in some corner of the house or patrolling his domain.
At 6 months, Sam learned to walk... across an empty home... with his father absent, of course.
When he was 4-years old, Sam began playing with the children of the other thugs his father associated with. His new peers taught him how to steal, and the older kids first introduced knives to him. Throughout elementary school, Sam became incredibly proficient at shoplifting, pickpocketing, and most importantly any and every getaway he ever had to make. In one instance, he tackled a kid off his bike and made his break riding away on one for the first time, skipping the training wheel stage entirely. From then, he went into a skater phase, trading bikes, skateboards, scooters and the likes until he was cycling through them almost weekly, trading up as he personally saw fit.
In 5th grade, Ray began to take a more hands-on parenting role. He saw his son's crimes as extremely petty and worthless and put him into a Little League team. In his 4 years of baseball, Sam proved to be a mediocre pitcher, an awful batter, but a dominating force on the field. He would make miraculous catches deep outfield, running to the ball's falling point before anybody could even react to it flying away from the batter. The only ones he missed were the ones he wasn't physically fast enough to catch up to.
As his father's lucrative career flourished, so did Sam's quality of life at home. Ray was able to spend a bit more time around his son, albeit still for significantly insufficient amounts of time. Their East Bay ghetto home had modern interiors, including black marble flooring and the largest cable and internet bundles. In his free time, Sam began to immerse himself in his computer, surfing everything from hardcore pornography to academic articles on contemporary international politics.
By the time high school rolled around, Sam became had almost completely removed himself from all the thugs and petty crooks from his childhood. He remained on good terms with them, but he held off from any direct participation in their activities. Instead, he joined the JV Football team, along with every young redneck and aspiring tough guy in the district. Sam wanted to be a jock, and not just any jock but one that sat at the top of the social ladder. He wanted the pride, the attention, and most of all: the girls. It didn't take much time for him to prove himself: during the preseason, Sam had made multiple displays of his competence and proficiency on the field. He was assigned wide receiver and strong safety, able to compensate on-the-fly any of his quarterback's slip-ups and deliver those backfield tackles his linebackers couldn't quite get a grip on. His freshman year, Sam played a major role in his high school JV Football team seizing the division title.
Sophomore year, Sam made Varsity's starting safety. After a Latin I class, his teammates named him "Venator", the hunter. Alongside that, the Pikus written across his helmet during every preseason was how he was addressed across campus. During the offseason, Sam would push his body in every direction possible, exhaustively experimenting with meditation, shadowboxing, and weight training in an attempt to raise the focus and strength behind all of his movement. He also indulged heavily in the party scene expected of any athletic prodigy: heavy drinking, mild drug use, and casual sex.
His Sophomore and Junior years, Sam led his team to state championships. His Senior year, his team's victory at the national level was attributed solely to his defensive prowess. He also graduated Summa Cum Laude with a GPA of 4.56 with near-perfect standardized testing scores and various AP courses under his belt.
In a brief post-championship game interview with ESPN, Sam stated that he was not going to pursue football past high school: "They were fun years; they were fantastic years, but I'd rather leave my high school football phase where it belongs: in high school."
Between Ray's gradual mass-accumulation of undocumented wealth and Sam's exceptional academic record, Sam was able to obtain a 95% scholarship at a research school in Washington, D.C. double-majoring in Mathematics and Philosophy, entering his Freshman year academically as a Sophomore. He found himself surrounded by an entirely different crowd: one composed primarily of WASPs, Jews, and extremely wealthy foreigners. He joined a top-tier fraternity as the "token black kid" and perfected the art of slap cup and drunk brawling through pledging.
After a night of camaraderie and delinquency with some fraternity brothers, their driver ran their Camaro into the divider, sending Sam flying from the passenger's seat and out the front windshield. After a couple flips, Sam was able to catch himself on the concrete far on the opposite shoulder of the road. He landed on all fours, palms and soles planted, no bones broken and completely responsive, however covered in severe lacerations from his burst through the flurry of glass and concrete.
He had sat in a hospital bed for about a week, and to his and every medical professional's astonishment, he quickly regained mobility in all parts of his body. He was able to psychologically block out most of the pain, but he could not ignore the stress he was putting on his torn muscle tissues. Nonetheless, he had his stitches done and he was intent on not spending another dollar on his care there.
Before he left, he was handed a form notifying him of a nation-wide blood test. It detailed the purpose, and after much Googling, Sam felt his stomach sink. He couldn't be entirely positive that he would be "Superhuman", but his physiological abnormalities especially refused to provide him any comfort.
Powers:
+ Perfect balance: He will never fall or physically falter solely from his own movement. His every motion coincides with his own internal coordination.
+ Shock-proof: In terms of stoppable collision, his muscle contractions can successfully compress and absorb a degree of impact. He has never had a concussion from any renegade ball, tackle of the field, or even punch to the face.
+ Heightened spatial awareness: Whether it be through the exactness of his depth perception, auditory detection, or proximity to any point along his nervous system, he can just feel where anything is around him. He has perfect placement when it comes to direct transfer from body to surface. His dexterity and finesse are exemplary, so long as all interactions are immediate to him.
+ Shock-proof: In terms of stoppable collision, his muscle contractions can successfully compress and absorb a degree of impact. He has never had a concussion from any renegade ball, tackle of the field, or even punch to the face.
+ Heightened spatial awareness: Whether it be through the exactness of his depth perception, auditory detection, or proximity to any point along his nervous system, he can just feel where anything is around him. He has perfect placement when it comes to direct transfer from body to surface. His dexterity and finesse are exemplary, so long as all interactions are immediate to him.
Skills & Weaknesses:
+ Social adaptivity: Throughout his lifetime, Sam has forced himself into new social situations, interacting with different crowds and getting a feel for any desired status he wishes to pursue. He has honed his charisma over time, and become a very positively-viewed character wherever he may appear.
- Slow learner: He may an exceptionally talented pseudo-socialite, but Sam can take quite a bit of time retaining knowledge. He needs constant trial and error when correcting his cognitive ability, as if he were zeroing in until he can pinpoint a target's exact center. He ultimately learns better retroactively, requiring knowledge to sink in and re-emerge when it gains greater relevance to him.
- Addictive personality: Accompanying his thirst for knowledge is an exploration of vices commonly evolving into indulgence. If anyone is a man of his rituals, it's Sam: he requires various routines and familiar mechanisms to keep his sanity. He is an avid drug user, cycling through stimulants and depressants as if they were seasonal. Since coming to college, Sam has also taken up chain-smoking cigarettes, exhibited dominantly in social situations.
- Slow learner: He may an exceptionally talented pseudo-socialite, but Sam can take quite a bit of time retaining knowledge. He needs constant trial and error when correcting his cognitive ability, as if he were zeroing in until he can pinpoint a target's exact center. He ultimately learns better retroactively, requiring knowledge to sink in and re-emerge when it gains greater relevance to him.
- Addictive personality: Accompanying his thirst for knowledge is an exploration of vices commonly evolving into indulgence. If anyone is a man of his rituals, it's Sam: he requires various routines and familiar mechanisms to keep his sanity. He is an avid drug user, cycling through stimulants and depressants as if they were seasonal. Since coming to college, Sam has also taken up chain-smoking cigarettes, exhibited dominantly in social situations.
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Nathan McFadden
Age: 19
Gender: Male, all male baby.
Personality: Nathan has always believed in life being as carefree and chill as possible. Aside from a strict workout regimen life can go from surfing the Florida coast's finest, to working the turntables as he DJs whatever party he gets invited to work, to even just lazily swinging the day away in a hammock. Nathan (or Nate, his cool either way) likes to try and just have a good time as he strolls through life. His not one to get into a hurry, and can't stand being hurried about something. If someone his talking too is being a complete buzz kill? Oh he'll let them know, and he'll make his feelings quite clear. One could certainly argue Nathan is pretty spoiled like that. Especially considering most of his parental guidance was just to wear a rubber when doing it and to not be a dick when crashing at someone else's place. Really though Nathan doesn't let things get too far, he couldn't, he has no idea how to fight.
Also its very typical to see Nathan shirtless when the weather calls for it. His very proud of his body and wants to show it off, constantly.
Appearance: Standing at around 6'2 Nathan is a fairly well chiseled piece of man (wither thats from his working out or his powers can be debated) Nathan has hazel eyes and blond hair which dips to his shoulder blades and is straight if a little on the limp side. Clothing wise if he is wearing something its usually cargo shorts or jeans, a shirt or a tank top, and flip flops, no matter the weather or temperature, flip flops.
Biography: Born in the sun kissed city of Key West, Florida. Nathan has always had it fairly easy going. His dad was a retired surfing legend who has an affinity for playing guitar and a mom who was a surfing groupie turned spouse. Nathan was an only child, but in between working at his dad's surf shop, and helping his mom make baked goods for her bakery cart (including ones which used this funny green herb mom wouldn't let him eat). Nathan would always be busy when he wasn't doing moderately well in school, C to B average. That was when he was paying attention, Nathan would usually just amuse himself or classmates out of sheer boredom.
As Nathan got older he tended to just travel around a lot, mostly within the Florida state line, and would always keep it to weekends unless it was summer break. His parents didn't really care, they were usually enjoying themselves and liked seeing little Nathan do likewise. He always knew someone in a town who he could crash on the couch of. He'd surf, maybe go do something else in town, then be back at school Monday tanned and with some stories to tell. In middle school Nathan found his dad's old turntable and vintage record collection. Leading to him learning more about music and eventually moonlighting as a DJ. Other than that, surfing, and working out. Nathan really just does whatever comes up or he feels like after graduating, the same chilled bro as always.
Well... except for one thing.
It all happened one morning while he was a Junior in high school. Waking up, and discovering he was a long limbs and neck tangled mess all over his room. Freaked out Nathan was able to finally get himself back to normal after a long moment of quietly freaking out to avoid getting his parents' attention. Its always been Nathan's little worry that nagged the back of his mind. Of course as much as he's been able to use it to his gain more than once, and notably how he has looked much better physically since he figured out how to control his new found powers. Still he has been paranoid about if anyone or anything knows his weird powers, even if he has been able to pass it off as being flexible thanks to yoga.
Power: Gifted with elasticity, Nathan has the ability to bend, contort, and stretch any and all parts of his body up to a mile long. It can certainly be assumed through that he could stretch further with time and practice though. Along with this he can do other things with his powers like becoming flat as paper, molding a finger to fit into a key lock, breath in air or helium to become a balloon or floatation device, reshape himself into a ball or square, and plenty of other moves.
Skills & Weaknesses: A long time surfer has given Nathan excellent balance, as well as knowing how to use audio equipment with his DJ background, and a bit of playing acoustic guitar. Though weakness wise Nathan doesn't realize it but extreme temperatures can effect him negatively, either hard to keep together under extreme heat or hard to move and brittle feeling in cold conditions. Plus Nathan isn't the brightest bulb in the socket, and generally has had a lifetime of doing whatever he wants. Making him fairly unmotivated to go beyond that notion, and thus maybe not the best teammate for a superhero team at first.
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Fiona Redmond
Age: 19
Gender: F
Personality: Fiona is commonly regarded by her peers to be very out there, she is very up front. Despite being so upfront about 90% of the situations Fiona finds herself in, she keeps an obviously tight lid on her abilities. As they don’t affect her appearance outwardly in anyway Fiona has found it not incredibly difficult to hide them from others. She has been known to be brutally honest, most infuriatingly, towards her friends. She doesn’t do it maliciously, however, instead she attempts to help her friends fix whatever errors are plaguing their lives. It is because of this trait that Fiona lacks a lot of friends.
Fiona is very opinionated about the powers that have been discovered by herself and others. In fact whenever she hears a story about someone using their powers in a way that limit them, she finds herself feeling annoyed. Should she meet someone else with powers like hers she would be quick to inform them of her discontent.
Fiona is a lesbian and hasn’t really struggled with it as much as some have. Her father was very supportive of her life choices up to this point and as such she has always found herself supported by him. Fiona’s relationship with her mother leaves much to be desired, neither of them have tried to contact each other in years.
Fiona’s passion in life is photography. She is currently studying in college to be a photographer, probably for weddings, she’s not quite sure yet. The thing Fiona dislikes the most is those that betray others. Hearing stories about powered individuals who rat others out makes Fiona sick to her stomach and she would have no qualms with beating a lesson into someone like that.
Appearance: Fiona is approximately five feet and six inches. She has somewhat noticeable muscle definition in her arms and legs and a relatively toned stomach. Fiona is typically wearing something akin to leggings and a cardigan or hoodie. When it’s warm out Fiona wears an under armour tank top along with a bathing suit or athletic shorts. Her auburn hair runs down her mid back and is typically in a ponytail. She has piercing blue eyes that seems to dart instead of gaze.
Biography:
Fiona spent the majority of her childhood going back and forth between her mother’s house and her father’s house. They were divorced just a year after Fiona was born, because of this there was a certain pressure to choose a parent that she would become closer with, or spend the most time with. For a long time Fiona felt that she didn’t know how she could ever choose which parent to prefer and resented both of them for making her feel as though she had to make a decision. However, one visit to the park with her father when Fiona was only six years old she exhibited her powers for the first time. Fiona ran after a Frisbee, tripping on her own speed and flipped through the park for about forty feet. Her father had to take her to the hospital, stating that he had gotten into a car accident.
Fiona’s father had to ditch his car in a creek, as if he had accidentally driven it into the creek when Fiona was injured. It seemed he made the right decision because the doctor confirmed that the injuries Fiona sustained were similar to a car accident. They ended up buying his story and he hid Fiona away from anyone who would do her harm, at that moment Fiona knew where her trust fell no matter what went wrong.
Once Fiona’s injures healed she worked with her father in order to gain some amount of control over these powers. She was banned from playing sports, but it wasn’t all bad as her father helped her discover new hobbies, like photography. She slowly fell out of touch with her mother as she grew up under her father’s wing and she quickly afterwards stopped caring. It wasn’t until Fiona had gained control of her powers, not until she was sixteen years old that she met her mother again.
Walking home from a shoot with a model that she had just started seeing, Fiona heard screams coming from not too far up the road. Her gut twisted and her throat felt like it was forcing the air to leave her body, but something hypnotized her to continue walking forwards, towards the source of the noise. She eventually stumbled upon her mother, held at gunpoint, seemingly for her purse. Before Fiona could even process the scene in her mind she was at the opposite side of the alley way, holding the gun in her hand. Her body felt as if someone had just took hold of her spirit and forced her body to continue on without it. She jogged as fast as she could away from the alley. She would later find out that her mother managed to escape after using her Taser on the criminal. She described her savior as a demon straight out of hell, a freak, an abomination.
Fiona never told her dad about that night, and it never felt like her spirit was returned to her after that night. Ever since she has been somewhat reckless, drinking, using her abilities in less than appropriate ways and genuinely not caring. She still managed to get accepted to her college of choice, but barely.
Power: Enhanced Speed: Fiona is capable of moving near the speed of sound… For up to approximately fifty yards. With Fiona’s current level of control this ability tires her out immensely and she requires at least two minutes of rest before she is able to utilize it again. Her enhanced speed however isn’t the only application. She has accelerated perception, thought process and metabolism. She can perceive events as they occur as such her reaction speed is nearly perfect. She can think incredibly quickly as well, her brain processing fast enough to keep up with her speed. To keep her figure she must eat more as her metabolism is accelerated as well, because of this she ends up drinking and eating quite often. Her body has also adapted to not be injured by extreme G-Force as a normal human would suffer whiplash or die moving at speeds she moves at.
Skills & Weaknesses:
+ Accelerated Speed
+ Accelerated Metabolism
+ Accelerated Perception
+ Accelerated Thought Process
- Unenhanced Stamina
- Unenhanced Inertia (Tight corners are bad for Fiona)
- Blood Sugar problems due to accelerated metabolism
- Risk of fatal injury as she doesn’t possess enhanced durability.
Hannah Bond
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality:
Most who meet Hannah think of her as an ice queen. Cold, aloof, disdainful, unsympathetic and just generally a bitch. The truth is that Hannah has been mute since birth, no amount of therapy able to coax her voice out of her throat, making communication with most difficult for her. Her disability combined with her natural shyness proved prohibitive in the formation of friendships of any sort. A lonely childhood has made her wary, even outright mistrustful of others and it is extremely difficult for her to work in groups.
Despite her taciturn nature, Hannah is extremely bright and intellectually curious. She is a passionate lover of books, extremely hard working, attended a top university and, until her recruitment, she was lined up to be valedictorian of her graduating class. She loves puzzles and riddles, is an avid botanist, and though she is no good at either she also has a deep fondness for art and music.
Appearance:
Hannah is painfully petite in stature, standing at four foot eleven. If not for her femininely curved frame, it would be easy to mistake her for a child, and she often wears clothes that accentuate her generous bust in order to make the distinction clear. Her blonde hair is almost always pulled back in a neat French braid, and she tends to wear extremely tall pumps to make up for her deficit in height. She has no piercings or tattoos and dislikes jewelry and makeup.
Biography:
Hannah was born to Dr. Elizabeth Orson-Bond and Dr. Martin Bond, both top medical authorities in their respective fields. Dedicated as they were to their careers, the Doctors had little time for their young progeny and left the bulk of her rearing in the capable hands of their household staff. The nanny, Marguerite, was the first to notice something wrong with the tot.
She was taken to a speech therapist. When that proved fruitless she was taken to another, and another, and another. Her parents called in favors from the leading experts in child psychology, neurology, anyone they thought could get her to talk. But still Hannah remained silent, and eventually her parents gave up on her, wondering how two brilliant people could produce such an unintelligent child. Only Marguerite seemed to have the patience to care for the girl, reading to her and talking to her constantly, even if she didn’t respond.
Embarrassed by their perceived failure, Elizabeth and Martin confined Hannah to their house, bringing in tutors to work with their special needs daughter rather than sending her to kindergarten. To their surprise, however, Hannah proved to be outstandingly intelligent, tearing through lesson plans faster than her instructors could throw them together. Needless to say, her parents were thrilled.
When she turned 6 her parents enrolled her in an elementary school for gifted children, a well-meaning gesture that took a disastrous turn. Hannah was mercilessly bullied by the other students and it was around this time that her abilities began to manifest. Even when they weren’t speaking she could feel the malicious intent of her peers. She could anticipate them throwing her off the jungle gym, tearing at her uniform, cutting her hair with craft scissors, locking her in the utility closet, but was powerless to do anything about it. To make it worse, the strength of their emotions when they grabbed her consistently made her lose consciousness. Gone was the comforting embrace of Marguerite, the one person from whom she received a constant stream of unconditional affection. She was alone in a swarm of pre-pubescent monsters.
Halfway through second grade the incident happened. The other children were beating on her during recess, as they usually did, when Millicent Brandanowitz picked her up and threw her down the slide. Something in Hannah snapped and a pulse of anger ricocheted like a shock wave from her tiny body. When the teachers finally came outside to check on the children they found a battlefield. The students were enraged, feral, attacking each other blindly with their teeth, nails, anything they could get their hands on. They could not be calmed. Eventually the police had to be called in and the kids physically restrained and sedated. It was a miracle none of them had died and most had injuries severe enough to require hospitalization and emergency room treatment. The only one who had avoided the carnage was Hannah, and though they couldn’t prove anything it was suspicious enough to justify her expulsion.
Once again Dr. Bond and Dr. Orson-Bond brought in experts to educate their child in the safety of their home. This system suited Hannah just fine and she threw herself into her studies while simultaneously trying to build up a mental block for the emotional information that assaulted her every minute of the day. As her knowledge grew, so did her tolerance for those around her until she was mostly able to drown out the emotional noise if she focused hard enough.
By the time she was in university, her control and mental defense was almost flawless, though touch still proved extremely dangerous. She kept to herself, choosing to live off campus starting her freshman year with only her plants and her books for company.
Hannah wasn’t stupid. When the government issued the mandatory blood test, she knew she was in trouble. She managed to swap her blood sample out with that of another student, but was sure it wouldn’t be long before her deception was discovered. Terrified and without anyone to turn to, all Hannah wants is to find a way out.
Power:
Hannah is gifted with mental capabilities far above that of an average human. In addition to being highly intelligent, Hannah is an empath, capable of reading the emotions of those around her. Touch increases the strength of her empathy, and while it does make her more sensitive to emotional nuances, Hannah can be easily overwhelmed and as such generally avoids human contact. Attempts at the emotional manipulation of others have proved prohibitively dangerous so far due to her lack of control and are ill-advised. Hannah is also slightly precognizant, able to anticipate the events that will happen in her immediate surroundings 10-15 minutes in advance.
Skills & Weaknesses:
Skills
- Empath
- Precognizant
- Intelligent
Weaknesses
- Mute
- Doesn’t work well with others/mistrustful
- Easily emotionally influenced
- Small/physically weak
- Human touch is extremely dangerous/almost impossible for her
Melissa Wu
Age: 19.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Years on the run have transformed Melissa - disfigured her. She has lost most of her social character, being now quite reserved: never the one to initiate conversation; and coming across as unapproachable besides. She is distrustful of others - and this manifests itself in her utmost efforts to maintain her own independence, abhorring the idea or holding a reliance on others. There's a natural connection between these traits and her characteristic cynicism, which dominates her outlook.
Appearance: Petite; Melissa is of a slight, unimposing build: short (5' 2") and possessing a meekness about her. In her face, she has soft, rounded features: plump lips, a wide nose; small brown eyes particular of her Asiatic heritage. Her hair is close-cropped and a dark brown: her highlights (from the image above) are worn out.
Biography:
"I'll be out in a minute, mom!" the girl screeched back in the direction of the door. The warm, refreshing water cascaded down her taut, naked form as she occupied her suburban home's single shower. Melissa watched as it hurried down her chest, and landed between her separated feet. It was a long, constant drip; a fascinatingly mundane occupation. Her gaze followed as it split to pass the shampoo container, before reconnecting and being sucked into the drain-pipe with a gurgle inaudible above the shower itself. It was whilst in her curious concentration that she was his with a sudden feeling of weightlessness, a utter darkness followed. Without explanation, without reason, her form turned to liquid, and she gushed after the soap-water.It didn't get much better. Melissa survived, picked up by a pair of service workers: Famished, and covered in her own vomit. Her parents turned her in when she told. Their own daughter; Melissa never quite got over that. She escaped: of course, she wouldn't be here otherwise; at that stage she had some amount of control over her powers. Her wits got her through after: living on the streets, moving between cities before she could establish connections. It was a hard life.
She held the strangest feeling of awareness about her as she traversed the piping that existed beneath her neighbourhood. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, but she could feel. 'It's a dream,' she told herself: 'It has to be a dream.' But it felt real; so real. Panic overtook her as her rapid movement begun to slow, and then she was almost at a stop. Moments passed, mind racing. Her return to her original form was as sudden as rapid as before. The putrid stench of sewer hit her like a blow to the stomach - and she vomited like receiving an actual blow to the stomach.
"Help me!"
Power: Melissa can collapse her form into a collection of water (H20) molecules, the form being dependent on prevailing conditions. This has a number of uses. Prime amongst them is that it allows her to enter tights spaces that would otherwise have been unaccessible. She has some sense of self-propulsion in this form but for the most part she is left to the will of nature.
Strengths:
- Liquid-form allows her to hide from enemies - enter inaccessible areas - and survive all conventional damage.
- Unaccredited smarts gathered from her past on the streets.
Weaknesses:
- Liquid-form can be unpredictable and its potential dependent on conditions.
- Liquid form can become frozen resulting in Melissa's paralysis.
- Distrustful of others/Poor team member.
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"Jamie" Marchetti
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally, Jamie is quite a kind and accommodating person. He tries to be friendly with others and usually puts himself as second priority. He does not always care about someone who he is prioritizing, but he was raised to be unselfish and he just finds it easier to live that way. He is not a very loud person typically, and takes a much more reserved approach. He maintains a very calm and steady persona at all times, as even when he feels a great amount of stress or fear, he does not express his emotions and will seem fine to others.
He struggles to open up to others, and has always been quite an introverted person. He probably doesn't seem anti-social to anyone, as he does struggle with showing others how he feels, but he does not enjoy spending time with lots of people. He never attends parties or anything like that, unless one of his friends begs him to go, in which case he will reluctantly follow. He feels much more comfortable in the company of a small group of friends.
Jamie is always quite alert. Although his awareness is often very positive, it has a constant negative effect. Even when he is relaxing, part of him is waiting for something bad to happen, so he struggles to completely relax. He might not let this show, but he rarely feels comfortable. He will attempt to seem relaxed to accommodate others, though.
Although Jamie constantly seems calm on the outside, he experiences a lot of internal conflict. He can be extremely stubborn and can often act on impulse, but he will not express his conflicting emotions to others. He still, however, can make stupid decisions in the heat of the moment.
He has few real friends, but those he chooses to befriend are very important to him. There are few people he cares for and has loyalty for, but to those people, he is completely invested in and unwaveringly loyal. This can be negative, however, as he reveals his weaknesses and becomes vulnerable to his friends. Those he is close to could easily exploit him and betray him.
Appearance: Jamie is around six foot tall. He is half-Italian, and has a slightly tanned complexion as a result. He is quite athletic, but was very skinny and sickly as a child. He has brown eyes and hair.
Biography: Jamie's mother was an Italian businesswoman who had migrated to New York with her family as a teenager. Jamie's father was also an immigrant, an Englishman who suddenly decided that he did not want to have to raise a child, so he packed up and left a few months before Jamie was born. Jamie took his mother's surname, and his father's first name: James. To this day Jamie cannot understand why his mother would choose to name him after a man that left her. He believed that she still loved him. 18 years on.
His mother was a loving woman, but an equally busy one. She was rarely around to raise Jamie. They lived in a high-end apartment due to the fact his mother earned a very healthy wage, but Jamie spent most of his days in his Sicilian grandparent's suburban bungalow. His grandmother was a very caring and kind woman, but his grandfather was strict and harsh. At the time, Jamie wished that his grandfather had been a little less intense, but on reflection, he was the only father figure Jamie ever had, and the person that taught him most of his life lessons. Without his grandfather, Jamie would have never became a "man."
Jamie was always a smart boy, and did fairly well in school, but he had very little confidence. He didn't have many friends and he never had the nerve to answer questions in class, so teachers got the impression that he wasn't very bright. He was quite skinny and frail as a young boy, so due to that, in addition to the fact he had very little self-esteem and confidence, meant that he was picked on and bullied often. He never told his grandparents or mother about it, and it continued for years, slowly chipping away at Jamie's already weak self-belief.
When Jamie was twelve he discovered his ability. It was the second or third time that one of the bullies at his school had picked a fight with him, and it had got to the stage where the bully was ready to throw punches. Somehow, he had no idea how, Jamie avoided every single one. It was like when the punch was thrown, something clicked in Jamie's head and gave him extra time to react. Within seconds, the bully was on the floor, with a black eye, crying.
Jamie's newly discovered abilities gave him a new lease of life. He began to work out, and to socialize. He was no longer a frail little boy with no friends. He could stick up for himself, finally. He then began to play sports - all of which he was excellent at. He wasn't too naturally talented, but every sport he involved himself with was dependant on reaction time - something that he had perfected. He instantly became one of the more popular kids at his school, his life completely turning on it's head. Jamie didn't really like spending his time with the popular kids, so he tended to stick to smaller groups, but he found that as soon as he became popular, he would never be left alone. They followed him like bees.
After a while, Jamie realised that he had been exploiting his powers, and he didn't know why. He didn't enjoy sports much, nor the attention that came from it. He just liked the feeling of being untouchable. That nobody could make fun of him. Nonetheless, he stopped playing sports, and stopped associating himself with the popular people in school. He still retained a solid reputation from when he had been a 'jock', but he much preferred being a normal guy.
On his 18th birthday he moved in to his mother's apartment full-time. There, he trained his abilities further, extending the amount of time he could slow down and such. He had ambitions to study law when he graduated from High School, but that never came to pass. His life was cancelled the day he took that blood test.
Power: Time reduction allows Jamie to move around at a normal speed whilst the world around him slows down. To others it would appear that Jamie is travelling with enhanced speed, but he differs to someone with enhanced speed. He has the same amount of stamina as a normal person and does not gain momentum as someone with enhanced speed would - i.e. he cannot run up walls or anything like that, or travel huge distanced without getting tired out. Also, his time reduction can only be used for a relatively short period of time.
Jamie has extremely heightened reaction times, as he is literally given more time to react due to slowing time around him. This means he could easily dodge a punch or bullet. If he himself is throwing a punch, he can slow down the world around him and punch, meaning the punch will have greater speed, and will therefore hit harder.To everyone but Bradley, the world moves as usual, but he can just see things and feel things a little bit slower if he wants to. There are many limits to his power - he can only sustain it for twenty seconds or so at a time, and cannot do it again for another twenty seconds. Also, he can only slow down time so much.
Skills:
- Fitness: Jamie's power is more of a combat-enhancing power rather than something that directly benefits him. If someone totally unfit had Jamie's power, it wouldn't be as much use to them. However, Jamie keeps in good condition and can hit quite hard, so he's useful in combat.
- Languages: Jamie can speak English and Italian fluently. He is conversational in French and Spanish, as his mother has tutored him in both due to her line of work.
- Stability: In times of distress, Jamie maintains a calm aura which means he can help others.
Weaknesses:
- Introvert: Due to spending most of his childhood alone, Jamie is uncomfortable in large groups and prefers to spend his time alone, or with a smaller group.
- Rash: Personal vendettas overrule logic for Jamie. Sometimes he can react before thinking.
- Unconvincing: He's a terrible liar.
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Emily Grey
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality:
Emily is a free spirit. She hasn't stayed in the same place for longer than 6 months since she was 8. She tends to talk loud, and uses hand gestures a lot. She's an extrovert, and hates not being seen most times. She has primarily used her power to get out of situations she wasn't safe or happy in (and a few times to get into places she shouldn't have been allowed in).
Appearance:
Of average height and build Emily discovered her power works better if she's wearing clothing similar to those around her. She started wearing louder clothes for when she doesn't want to accidentally slip into 'invisibility'. When she wears 'normal' clothes, she finds herself slipping a lot easier.
Biography:
When Emily was eight her father went to jail for killing her mother. After that Emily got tossed around foster care homes. She didn't fit into any of them. During this particularly chaotic time in Emily's life she discovered her power. If so desired, or really not at all desired, she could become invisible. Technically not truly invisible, just unnoticed. She could stand in a room full of people, and they would all but completely ignoring her.
She's done a few illegal things here and there, but luckily, save once, has never been caught on camera. The one time was easily explained away. She didn't even get fingerprinted, and the next day saw the cop who had arrested her. He didn't even look at her twice.
Even though Emily has tried to have a stable life with a job and the whole nine, she's never quite gotten it right. Her inability to stay focused enough to be continuously noticed means she nearly flunked out of school, she scrapped by enough for a diploma but not enough for college. And well relationships have never quite worked out because she doesn't get noticed well enough to even start one. Work, well that was almost out of the question, places don't hire you if you don't make an impression. There was always someone else who handled the interview better than she did, even if she did it perfectly.
A couple years ago, Emily was taught by a foster parent how to play the guitar. She found that when she played, people did notice and remember her. Though she's not good enough to show off too much about it, she does use it when she needs to, or wants to make something of an impression.
Power:
Presence Suppression: "Invisibility" She has the ability to blend in with the people around her. She goes unnoticed in a crowd. If someone is asked to describe her, after seeing her five minutes prior even, they can't. All but a camera, which she's careful to avoid when necessary, ignore her. She has to actively keep herself conscientious of being visible, though if she's just going through the day she is semi-visible. When she wants to go completely unnoticed it takes almost as effort to relax into it as it does to keep visible.
Well it doesn't hide her from the standard smell stuff either. And technically you can see her, but she's got a SEP field around her (in the weirdest and most obscure reference I could probably use).
Edit: actually that wouldn't quite be the weirdest or most obscure since the power is a reference to a power used in Exalted (which I can't remember the name of said power).
The thing is she's less noticeable the bigger the crowd. Holding Alistair's arm, probably makes her noticeable, but if she let go of him and just kind of stood next to him, she'd fade into the crowd. If that makes any sense. She's also extremely forgettable. Like if you spoke with her, you know you spoke with someone, you may even remember the whole conversation, but her face, if you saw it again, doesn't seem familiar.
Edit 2: And she has to try to make herself completely unnoticeable, like really relax into it, so if a situation is tense enough she would actually have a hard time calming herself down enough to be unnoticeable. The more stressed she is about it the more visible she is. Though calling it visible really isn't the correct term, because she is always visible. Someone with eidetic or photographic memory would remember her, but she'd seem as unimportant. That's most of what the power is marking her as "unimportant" or as the Hitchhiker's guide reference would allude, she's just someone else's problem.
Edit: actually that wouldn't quite be the weirdest or most obscure since the power is a reference to a power used in Exalted (which I can't remember the name of said power).
The thing is she's less noticeable the bigger the crowd. Holding Alistair's arm, probably makes her noticeable, but if she let go of him and just kind of stood next to him, she'd fade into the crowd. If that makes any sense. She's also extremely forgettable. Like if you spoke with her, you know you spoke with someone, you may even remember the whole conversation, but her face, if you saw it again, doesn't seem familiar.
Edit 2: And she has to try to make herself completely unnoticeable, like really relax into it, so if a situation is tense enough she would actually have a hard time calming herself down enough to be unnoticeable. The more stressed she is about it the more visible she is. Though calling it visible really isn't the correct term, because she is always visible. Someone with eidetic or photographic memory would remember her, but she'd seem as unimportant. That's most of what the power is marking her as "unimportant" or as the Hitchhiker's guide reference would allude, she's just someone else's problem.
Skills & Weaknesses:
Skills:
-Blending in
-Not getting caught while doing illegal activities
-Playing guitar
Weakness:
-Making friends and stable connections with people
-Making impressions
-Being remembered in general (save for the guitar thing)
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Sixsmith Left half of Lancelot (It's the better half)
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Erskine Hyde
Age
19
Gender
Male
Personality
A brash individual, Erskine grew with the impetus that the truth mattered the most in almost every situation. As such, he developed a rather direct approach at handling social situations. It didn't borderline on awkward and socially anxious, but varied on the side of crass and just a tad rude. Sometimes Erskine doesn't quite know where the line is with some people and, with being so close to his father and having no issues with the children in his neighborhood, Erskine didn't quite develop the boundaries most people tend to have in the U.S. It's lead to some very precarious situations and a few mishaps in his high school years, but nothing he couldn't get himself out of.
With such an aggressive nature, it'd be obvious for Erskine to err on the side of hyper-masculine, however due to his own upbringing, Erskine falls under a more ambiguous category to most. Unashamed of most of his likes, Erskine finds it rude not to share his own thrills and desires with others. They border on an entire range of things, as Erskine definitely has the, 'I'll try everything once,' policy. As such, Erskine tends to be a very open minded individual in an entire variety of ways—sometimes sexually and with his lack of boundaries, that can make cause for some very awkward situations. Awkward for the recipient, as Erksine tends to have no shame for anything that he does.
Unfortunately, the brashness tends to carry over into the negative aspects of his personality. Erskine, despite contrary belief, isn't tantrum oriented in relation to his anger, but often comes off as very vindictive. He'll be forward about his issues, but that doesn't mean he won't do something in a controlled and timely manner to get back at the offender when desirable. This lead to some form of grudge holding that his therapist attempted to hammer out of him. It worked to a degree, but Erskine is still capable of holding grudges for a small amount of time, though it takes a big problem for him to hold a lengthier vendetta against any one person.
Appearance
A tall individual with a very lithe, wiry appearance, Erskine boasts a relatively fit physique. 6'0" and 178lbs, he tends to vary from person to person in terms of whether he's intimidating or just incredibly lanky. With arms as long as his, he tends to side on the lankier variation, especially since he's more prone to wearing baggier shirts and jackets and tighter pants. Accustomed to running, however Erskine tends to brag about his amazing calf muscles and that more often than not succeeds in weirding people out.
With longer, bird like features and an angular tilt to his face, Erskine comes off as almost nonthreatening in his expressions and yields a lax and dazed tone that unknowingly shares. Coupled with doe eyes, there is absolutely no reason why people should ever think he's intimidating, at least from the front. Throw in a slightly poor posture for a man as athletic as he is, and you've got someone who looks more down to cuddle than he is to fight—which isn't entirely untrue. There's often a Scottish lisp that aids in the baritone of his voice and the feel of his unassuming presence. All in all, Erskine doesn't ping on many people's radars, even in spite of his contradictory personality.
Biography
Young and full of energy, Erskine Hyde grew up in the highlands of Scotland as a young boy, to a father who owned a small pastry shop and a mother that frequented business trips all over the UK. Attached to the outdoors the moment his father allowed him outside, Erskine grew close to nature and, well into his teenage years, it aided in consoling the child in the rougher times of his life.
Due to the nature of his mother's work, she had little time to spend with her family outside of her days off and most of the holidays. For her, that didn't come as often as it should have and Erskine eventually learned to live without a mother. This, in and of itself, developed a large attachment and dependence on his father to take care of him and show him as much affection as two parents should. Life in Scotland tended to be easy, however, thus his father made as much time as was possible to give his only child his due attention. That usually came in the form of bringing his son to work with him, teaching him how to cook, and playing with the children that often wandered into the baker's door. Time off meant time outside and, having gotten his love for the outdoors from his father, that usually meant time on long walks along the countryside, or down by the town's river and sometimes through a few of the forests.
However, among the things that lasted little, good things and childhood often lasted the least. Erskine quickly understood the woes of adulthood into his years of adolescence. For a child of his age, having to mature that quickly put Erskine into a mental shock and the years following his fathers death and the subsequent emergence of his powers came and went with the tides.
Murdered for harboring an inhuman being and birthing one to begin with, Erskine's father fell at the hands of men shrouded in shadows and secrecy. The reasoning why didn't come until much later, when Erskine himself was in danger. Now tied to his mother and her work, both fled to various reaches in Europe—places his mother had made connections. Unbeknownst to him, his mother had been the one to pass on her superior genes to him and, thus, was one of the reasons he developed powers in the first place. The super his father harbored turned out to be the woman he married.
Unable to escape persecution, Erskine's mother eventually ran to America, where she immediately put her child up for adoption. In one last hurrah, she made a scene in a public arena in downtown D.C. where she succeeded in taking out a multitude of armed forces in a self-destructive explosion. Unfortunately, she only succeeded in branding herself a terrorist as the media and the government worked to cover the superpowered attack. They eventually blamed it on extremists of a wayward religion and chalked it up among the many attacks that dot the world.
Erskine, however, found himself a part of a small, wealthy Chinese family in New Eastside, Chicago. Not having been exposed for his own powers, Erskine had to eventually live with the fact that he was unwanted and would eventually be hunted into extinction. It took a few therapy sessions to get Erskine back onto his feat and into high school with a clear head, but he eventually made it through the grief with the help of his new found family. Unfortunately for him, high school ended rather quickly and with it the hardships of college. What he forgot to factor in was the nature of his own powers and the genes he inherited from his mother. With the sweep across the nation for superhumans blazing, Erskine was forced to tell his adopted family what would happen should the government find him.
Fearing for his safety, they were adamant about protecting him. However, putting more lives at risk would weigh heavily on his already hefty conscience and the moment an opportunity arose, Erskine left. It was all he could do to protect anyone else from putting their lives after his own—he couldn't take another round of guilt.
Power
— Plant Manipulation —
Capable of complete control over plant life in his surrounding area, Erskine contains an extension over a small part of nature around him. This particular ability allows him control over the growth rate of existing plant life and plant life that he is able to create, though the latter of which only lasts for an allotted amount of time. As such, for better effect, Erskine carries a packet of seeds on his person at all times, though it isn't essential to his ability to actually fight. However, as of now, Erskine's control over already existing plants is more tuned and powerful than his control over plants he's created. Plants manipulated in the surrounding area or from seeds he uses tend to pack more of a punch and are allow for better defense, as he can better control their durability. It feels more natural to him than actually creating plant life.
— Body Heat Manipulation —
The complete and utter control of either the absence of heat or the abundance of it within an individual's body, Body Heat Manipulation practically gives Erskine a knob with which to control how hot or cold his body can get. This, in and of itself, seems like a perfectly harmless ability and seems more a useful utility than it does either an aggressive or defensive ability. However, there is no limit to which Erskine can increase his body temperature and the only limit on his ability to decrease it is the universal law concerning absolute zero. Currently, however, Erskine can only increase his core body temperature to that of 750 K and decrease to around 120 K. As by law of physics, it's easier for Erskine to increase his body temperature and far more difficult to decrease it the closer to 0 K he gets.
This ability extends only to the plants that Erskine creates and not plants that he only manipulates. As an upside to this ability, what his plants lack in durability and strength make up for in the fact that, like his own body, they're immune to any type of temperature change.
Skills
— Heat/Cold Immunity —
Due to his own control over his body temperature, it would be a pretty lousy power if Erskine could literally die from a fever of his own causing or totally freeze because he decided to lower his body heat on a hot, summer day. This completely renders Erskine immune to any types of powers that would burn or freeze him. This may also mean he's nearly immune to most disease, since he can heat his entire body to the point where anything toxic harming him is thoroughly killed—his fevers can go as high as they want, in order to eradicate any foreign disease in his body.
— Stamina and Fitness —
Being a runner for most of his high school career, Erskine's endurance is through the roof. It's definitely not super human level, but he can definitely boast an above average stamina. Along with that, Erskine is quite physically fit, though he's more built for agility and speed than he is for strength. He's quite flexible too.
— Heightened Senses —
A side effect of having plant manipulation is the entire connection to plants. It's on a near telepathic field and allows Erskine a better form of perception than most. It's entirely through the plants, but there's that little bit of his mind that always stays tethered to the earth itself.
Weaknesses
— Reckless —
There's a recklessness to Erskine's personality that translates directly into his fighting style. He'll likely overestimate his powers rather than underestimate his opponents and is prone to miscalculating certain things, such as relative distance, his own durability, and his own stamina. He may have quite a bit, but it's not expendable.
— Astigmatism and Lack of Depth Perception —
Unable to afford laser eye surgery, Erskine's had to live with an astigmatism and prescription glasses or contacts. As well, there's a bit of damage to his retina due to a small accident with a few acids in his high school chemistry class that has all but removed his ability to perceive three dimensions with his left eye, leaving anything seen from it extremely blurry. Thus, Erskine must rely on his right eye to actually see things.
— Asthma —
Due to a lung deformity during birth, Erskine has had to deal with asthma all of his life, though they fixed that deformity during his toddler years. As such, even with his high endurance, Erskine must take short breaks during high adrenaline moments in order to regain his breath.
Lydia Nguyen
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Lydia is a happy go lucky kind of personality. Though much of that is due to her lack of focus. It is not uncommon for her to miss cues that your average person would pick up on. As result she comes off rather awkward and disconnected. The medical field would diagnose her with severe ADHD. While they would be close it is more related to her powers than a chemical imbalance. Her brain is firing on all cylinders, but not necessarily working toward a single goal. Not intentional she doesn't always get along well with people that don't understand her condition.
When she is more stable Lydia still retains her upbeat attitude but is actually able to converse more. Friends being in short supply anyone she does manage to get close to someone she tends to stick to them. Trust can quickly become reliance as most others are much better at socializing when she doesn't have it all together. It's better not to go after anyone she's close to. While she does not mind being fooled with herself, if you hurt her friends be ready for a nasty shock.
When she is more stable Lydia still retains her upbeat attitude but is actually able to converse more. Friends being in short supply anyone she does manage to get close to someone she tends to stick to them. Trust can quickly become reliance as most others are much better at socializing when she doesn't have it all together. It's better not to go after anyone she's close to. While she does not mind being fooled with herself, if you hurt her friends be ready for a nasty shock.
Appearance:
Lydia is a whole 5 foot nothing and weighs in at 120 pounds. Her build is lean, not having much in the way of body fat or accentuating curves. Her athleticism seems to stem from her muscles near constant working to expend excess energy. Most of the time she wears her dark hair up to prevent the static from making it stand out everywhere. One of her few friends convinced her to get a small tattoo of a dragon on her left arm.
Biography:
Lydia is a third generation American of Vietnamese descent. Her grandparents on both sides immigrated to America to escape the Vietnam War. The early years were none too kind to them as a stigma existed and the language barrier was steep. Still they persevered and the growing community created a subculture rather quickly.
Where their parents had trouble Lydia's mother and father adapted to. English was as much a language to them as Vietnamese. They grew up in American culture and what barrier was left had faded away when Lydia was born into the world. As normal as anyone else the girl grew up without much event. She went to daycare, player with friends, scraped her knees, went to kindergarten, learned her ABCs, and moved on to elementary. The development of her abilities was slow, spanning years. At first it turned up as learning trouble toward the end of elementary.
It wasn't thought much of, chalked up to a growing child that wasn't particularly interested in learning. Throughout high school both class and homework seemed to continuously get more difficult. Lack of focus began to bleed out into other aspects of her life. At home sticking with one thing became more challenging. However at the same time Lydia began to explore more activities at school, joining sports teams and clubs she was all over the place. None seem to capture her interest enough to pursue them long. Eventually though it was clear that something more was wrong with her beyond stretching herself thin.
Many doctor and counselor visits followed. It was determined that she was ADHD. By now this was a more commonly associated thing. The symptoms fit the bill fairly well. The only trouble was nothing seemed to stave it off. Junior and Senior years were brutal, she barely getting her the work needed done. It wasn't that she didn't learn, she just wouldn't keep on it long enough to get it done if left on her own.
Of course it was around this time that Lydia began to notice strange things happening aside from her brain. Sometimes a crazy amount of static electricity would build around her and her hair would stand on end. Not much liking the effect she kept her hair up from then on but didn't think to tell anyone. Several people learned to steer clear as she accidently shocked people often in passing. Other odd occurrences were things like light objects sticking to her or metal heating in her hand. Once while helping her dad replace dead lights around the house one dimly lit in her hand.
All of it she kept to herself. She was already weird to a lot of people. Even if she couldn't always act right she knew about it because it was told to her face. And then it happened. Building up over time her body couldn't hold any more electricity. Each with a sharp crack several bolts of lightning shot out and fried every electronic device in the livingroom. Thankfully though the lines to the room also burnt out it didn't set anything on fire. But since that day she has made sure to quietly expend excess energy safely. Something as simple as a rod in the ground worked well.
Where their parents had trouble Lydia's mother and father adapted to. English was as much a language to them as Vietnamese. They grew up in American culture and what barrier was left had faded away when Lydia was born into the world. As normal as anyone else the girl grew up without much event. She went to daycare, player with friends, scraped her knees, went to kindergarten, learned her ABCs, and moved on to elementary. The development of her abilities was slow, spanning years. At first it turned up as learning trouble toward the end of elementary.
It wasn't thought much of, chalked up to a growing child that wasn't particularly interested in learning. Throughout high school both class and homework seemed to continuously get more difficult. Lack of focus began to bleed out into other aspects of her life. At home sticking with one thing became more challenging. However at the same time Lydia began to explore more activities at school, joining sports teams and clubs she was all over the place. None seem to capture her interest enough to pursue them long. Eventually though it was clear that something more was wrong with her beyond stretching herself thin.
Many doctor and counselor visits followed. It was determined that she was ADHD. By now this was a more commonly associated thing. The symptoms fit the bill fairly well. The only trouble was nothing seemed to stave it off. Junior and Senior years were brutal, she barely getting her the work needed done. It wasn't that she didn't learn, she just wouldn't keep on it long enough to get it done if left on her own.
Of course it was around this time that Lydia began to notice strange things happening aside from her brain. Sometimes a crazy amount of static electricity would build around her and her hair would stand on end. Not much liking the effect she kept her hair up from then on but didn't think to tell anyone. Several people learned to steer clear as she accidently shocked people often in passing. Other odd occurrences were things like light objects sticking to her or metal heating in her hand. Once while helping her dad replace dead lights around the house one dimly lit in her hand.
All of it she kept to herself. She was already weird to a lot of people. Even if she couldn't always act right she knew about it because it was told to her face. And then it happened. Building up over time her body couldn't hold any more electricity. Each with a sharp crack several bolts of lightning shot out and fried every electronic device in the livingroom. Thankfully though the lines to the room also burnt out it didn't set anything on fire. But since that day she has made sure to quietly expend excess energy safely. Something as simple as a rod in the ground worked well.
Power:
Electrokinesis. Her body is capable of absorbing, storing, and generating electricity. Most of the time it make her appear as an overactive young woman with a handicap. However she is capable of outputting electricity that ranges from static to small bolts of lightning. Her ability to absorb electricity makes her keen to nearby electric fields.
While some personal practice and quick learn has allowed her great use of her abilities in a short time, the side effects are her hinderance. Hyperactive brain activity makes focusing difficult so while she may be able to blast something already getting herself to actually do it is something different. She also builds up a charge which left unchecked leads to unwanted electrical discharges. Expenditure of large amounts of energy at once is also quite taxing as it normally has to be forced out unless overcharged.
While some personal practice and quick learn has allowed her great use of her abilities in a short time, the side effects are her hinderance. Hyperactive brain activity makes focusing difficult so while she may be able to blast something already getting herself to actually do it is something different. She also builds up a charge which left unchecked leads to unwanted electrical discharges. Expenditure of large amounts of energy at once is also quite taxing as it normally has to be forced out unless overcharged.
Skills & Weaknesses:
Having a high level of activity she dabbled in many sports through high school. Sadly she did not stick to many of those so while she can do many things she is not particularly well versed in any of them. While not having many notable skills she does seem to have a particular aptitude for unconventional problem solving. So while she does things differently she can usually get the job done.
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Gwendolyn Hayes
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Gwendolyn likes to think of herself as an actress. She can wear many faces ranging anywhere from naive, to her personal favorite, complete bitch all depending on the person she's talking to. With a knack for feeding others egos, and telling them what they want to hear, lying comes by easy for her. Especially white lies. Socializing with others has always been a fifty-fifty shot with Gwen, an issue she likes to deny. Not everyone is a fan of her sarcasm or foul mouth, and while she doesn't like to admit her, her bluntness has been known to be rather harsh. She doesn't mean to be rude most of the time, but it's in her nature to take things too far, and way to lightly.
Well hidden past her rough exterior, Gwendolyn has always been a hopeless romantic. Not limited to gender, or orientation, her attraction is based off of the level of connection she has with another. Not a fan of one-night stands, or friends with benefits, she would rather wait for her feelings to be genuine before jumping right into a relationship. Unfortunately, Gwen has never been in a relationship before, much less experienced her first kiss despite her questionable past. With a history of experimenting with drugs, and alcohol, she lives by the idea of trying everything once. However, cigarettes, pills, and alcohol have become her usual habits. Often criticized for this, any kind of advice goes in one ear and out the other as she comes to use the habits as her main coping mechanism.
Deep down, Gwen is still a child at heart. Curious, immature, and lacking any sense of boundaries, she has a selfish need for everyone to like her. Judgement is her greatest fear, and guilt is her biggest issue. If she's done something wrong, or hurt anyone close, Gwen has been known to go through hell and back to make up for it. Willing to do anything for her friends, even if that means skewing the truth or dealing with their issues, the safety and comfort of her friends is her number one priority. Despite all this, it's still really easy to get on her bad side. With a temper more explosive than her wit, she firmly believes in an eye for an eye and isn't afraid to defend herself or others, even if it means getting beaten in the process. To put it simply, vindictive is a light term for her. Fighting comes natural to her, but her headstrong approach has left her in a number of overwhelming situations. Still, her pride will always mean more to her then her face.
Appearance: Standing at an average height of five foot, four inches, Gwendolyns physical shape is athletic and toned. Exercising frequently, and eating excessively, she's a bundle of energy that is almost never exhausted. Wearing her emotions on her sleeve, it's easy to tell what kind of mood she's in, especially since Gwen is almost always smiling. Two beauty marks decorate her features; one at the corner of her mouth on the right side of her face, and the other just below her nose on the left side of her upper lip. Born a natural brunette, Gwen has dyed her hair blonde frequently for the past year. Wild, wavy, and thick, her hair falls just past shoulders but is kept in messy braids that sit over her shoulders. Bangs cut straight and extremely short, her eyebrows are thick, and angular and shape her dark blue eyes.
Biography: July 5th, 2005 -- Taken on a camping trip for independence day weekend, nine year old Gwendolyn Hayes separated from her parents during a mid-morning hike in the South Lake Tahoe Forest. For the next twenty four hours park rangers thoroughly searched the hiking trails for any sign of the Hayes' daughter, and as hope begin to thin, a call from the highway patrol alerted search and rescue that she had been found walking the highway. From the thick of the woods, little Gwendolyn had navigated through the Tahoe woods to safety with the help of a 'glowing' light. Some called this a miracle, but her parents firmly believed it was the work of Angels.
Riding high with the focus of the news, and church representatives, her parents religious beliefs were strengthened thanks to their daughters story and took it as a sign to raise her down a more 'holy' path. Gwendolyn's life from then on centered around church and school. Freedom restricted, her parents beliefs became law and the happy life she could remember as a child became nonexistent. With no siblings to keep her company, she became used to solitude. It was at this that the same glowing light that lead her out of the forest reappeared before her. It was her light in the darkness, and the only friend she had during childhood, but even then she knew the orbs meant so much more.
As a teenager Gwen began to question her parents system, and beliefs. Growing sick of their ways, and being dictated by religion, she began to rebel. Willing to do anything that would kill the angelic image her parents had built up for her over the years, the fast life quickly consumed Gwendolyn into its grasp. Drinking, smoking, and hanging out with the wrong crowd, her life turned to delinquency and independence. Her parents no longer had control of their daughter, and as they watched her life spiral down, Gwen was loving every moment of it. Unable to see eye to eye with their daughter any longer, Gwendolyn was kicked out of her house at the age of seventeen.
This was a time of struggle for her; living couch to couch, and paycheck to paycheck. It wasn't an easy life, but she basked in the freedom nonetheless. By her eighteenth birthday Gwendolyn had moved into her very own studio apartment with a steady job on the side. Life was slowly looking up, and when she couldn't believe things couldn't get any better life unfortunately had to prove her right. A simple blood test had lead her to be detained by police, and held at gun point.
Terrified for her life, a bright flash erupted before her as the guns in the officers hands melted. Buzzing around the room like flies, three bright orbs lit the room ablaze as they touched the walls, and floors of the clinic. Cuffs cut, and panic setting through the room, Gwendolyn made her escape. Confused, and alone, she left town with a warrant on her head and a small bag of belongings to remind her of what she left behind.
Power: Will-o'-the-Wisp
Naturally manifesting outside of her body, Gwendolyn's internal energy takes the form of levitating orbs of light, or Wisps, that can be controlled by her sheer will. Capable of manipulating the shape, momentum, density, temperature, and luminosity of her orbs, she can use her Wisps as both an offensive, and defensive role in and out of a fight. Able to lift objects three times her weight, and deflect oncoming attacks in the form of a shield, their greatest ability is acting as a natural source of light and heat. With little concentration the wisps can illuminate even the darkest of places. There is no corner or shadow that can escape their light, and when wielding in battle the orbs can burn skin, and ignite most material it comes into contact with.
The Wisps become sentient and playful in a calm setting. Fluttering around like birds, and enjoying the company of those close to Gwen, small childlike whispers and noises emit from the orbs giving them a gentle appearance. However, if Gwendolyn were to face any kind of danger or be put into a life threatening situation the Orbs have been known to act on their own in desperate times. Like any flame, the Wisps are weakest against water and are able to do little in the rain. If rendered unconscious while in control the Orbs will dissipate and leave her completely vulnerable. Gwendolyns greatest weakness is her own mortality, however. She is not indestructible by any means, despite her beliefs, and is able to die like any other human. If her reaction isn't timed fast enough, or her energy level is low, she is vulnerable to any kind of attacks.
The Wisps become sentient and playful in a calm setting. Fluttering around like birds, and enjoying the company of those close to Gwen, small childlike whispers and noises emit from the orbs giving them a gentle appearance. However, if Gwendolyn were to face any kind of danger or be put into a life threatening situation the Orbs have been known to act on their own in desperate times. Like any flame, the Wisps are weakest against water and are able to do little in the rain. If rendered unconscious while in control the Orbs will dissipate and leave her completely vulnerable. Gwendolyns greatest weakness is her own mortality, however. She is not indestructible by any means, despite her beliefs, and is able to die like any other human. If her reaction isn't timed fast enough, or her energy level is low, she is vulnerable to any kind of attacks.
Skills:
+ Sticky Fingers: While some would argue that this wasn't a skill, Gwendolyn is a superb pick-pocket and thief. She could snatch a wallet faster then you could say, "Stop!" And wear layers upon layers of stolen clothes under a single shirt without it looking suspicious.
+ Silver Tongue: No matter what anybody says, everybody likes a kiss-ass. Willing to say whatever she to in order to get out of trouble, Gwen has a knack for sweet talking her say out of sticky situations.
+ Tenacity: Gwendolyn has always been annoyingly tenacious. With a goal in sight, she will do everything in her power to reach it. Firmly believing in the idea of "no pain, no gain", she will push herself through thick and thin to get her way.
Weaknesses
- Pride: To insult Gwen is to wage war against her, and because of this, she's willing to do anything mend her confidence and reputation. Its this attitude that's left her in the hospital more then once, but as long as she gets a good hit in to repair her honor, Gwen isn't afraid to beaten in the process.
- Hot Headed: While it's already obvious she lacks self control, Gwendolyns temper is a ticking time bomb that's ready to explode at any moment. Unfortunately, she's also been known to unleash this anger on the wrong people.
- Books Smarts: Despite dropping out of school at seventeen, Gwens studies had been declining since middle school. This doesn't mean she's an idiot by any means, but if someone were to ask her a math or science related question she'd probably direct you to the person next to her.
Keran Valkesh
Age: 16
Gender: Fnord
Personality: Calm, timid, patient, quiet... All words no one in their right mind would ever use to describe the human espresso depository that is Keran. Hyperactive, playful and easily bored, she is the kind of unruly students that experienced teachers get nightmares about at night. Blessed (or cursed) with a seemingly endless amount of energy (not to mention a remarkable propensity for using it) she bounces about through life like a demented Chihuahua on amphetamines. It is unclear where exactly all of her boundless energy comes from, but the prevailing theory is being stuck in a perpetual sugar rush for the past 14 years.
Although she can be surprisingly insightful at times, the ADHD coffee addict will generally tend to do her best to avoid getting involved in serious conversations, deflecting personal questions with witty banter. Despite her generally cheerful disposition, she is notorious for her dark and often inappropriate sense of humour, always delivered with the same joyful demeanor as she uses for everything else. Perhaps as a side effect of her power, she has very little respect for other people's privacy, and will often find herself eavesdropping on conversations to feed her nearly insatiable curiosity.
Appearance: Volumptuous isn't exactly a word many people would use to describe Keran. Boyish and androgynous, she has a very modest figure by almost any standards, and is frequently mistaken for a boy as a result. She has pale olive coloured skin and raven black hair, which could be considered the only real indicators of her Armenian heritage beyond her name. Her physique is lean and athletic, extremely flexible yet mostly devoid of any significant curves. Her bust, while fairly modest, is still relatively well developed, although she typically dresses to conceal that fact. She generally wears loose, masculine clothing, selected primarily for practicality over aesthetic concerns.
Biography: Keran was born a little over 16 years ago in Hill Valley, California, to two Armenian parents who had immigrated to America several years before she was born. Raised in the colloquial melting pot that is the American Suburbia, she was quickly assimilated into the local culture, although her parents always insisted that she speak Armenian at home. Her father, a pediatrician by trade, was a very kind and patient man, with a dry, serious wit and his nose always buried in some book or another. Her mother, who stayed at home to take care of her, was a good natured and creative woman, who worked on her paintings in her free time. Despite technically being the eldest of three children, it could be argued that she was in many ways raised as an only child, with her younger brothers both being 6 years younger than her.
Although they weren't particularly wealthy, her parents wanted the best of education for their children, and worked hard to put her (and, later on, her twin younger brothers) through an expensive private school. She initially had a lot of problems staying put and listening in class. Described by her teachers as "unruly" and "disruptive", she struggled a lot with her schooling until the age of 12, when she was diagnosed with ADHD, at which point her parents were able to put in place adequate measures to help her learn. Her grades displayed a dramatic increase, although she always kept her reputation as a class clown (reputation which she worked very hard to uphold).
In spite of enduring stereotypes, she got along fairly well with her parents, even in adolescence. Both being very liberal and understanding people, they always had a very "laissez faire" attitude towards parenting, trusting her to remain responsible. It wasn't until she was 14 that she first began manifesting her powers. Unlike with some others, it wasn't a particularly traumatic nor even impressive experience. In fact, she didn't even become aware of them until after a month, when she woke up while using them. Being 14 years old, of course, she thought it was absolutely awesome, and proceeded to practice with them in secret, using them to sneak around places she wasn't supposed to go to and eavesdrop on other people.
Power:
Umbrakinesis: (Not actually Umbrakinesis, that's just how she describes it.) Keran's primary ability. She can essentially control and manifest what appears to be pure, solid darkness, which can be used for a variety of things. She can manifest prehensile tendrils to grab things with, shroud herself in shadow to become less visible or wrap it around herself to cling to walls, pick locks or levitate, for example. Constructs she makes using her power will be fairly insubstantial, and will dissipate when exposed to 2000 lumens or more of direct light. The brighter it is in general, the harder it will be for her to use her powers. They aren't really shadows in actuality, however, only specialized psychokinetic constructs which do not reflect light. So far, she will be unable to manifest her power without maintaining a physical link with the constructs she creates, and will have a maximum range of 15 feet with her tendrils. They have a maximum total lift capacity roughly between 400 and 500 lbs, although they usually tend to be fairly fragile to damage.
Skills & Weaknesses:
+ Sneaky.
+ Athletic.
+ Can speak Armenian and ASL with relative fluency.
+ Thinks she can speak French (Took one year of French class, back at school).
- Easily distracted.
- Overly curious.
- Impulsive.
- Doesn't actually speak French (Trust me on that one...)
- Has difficulties using her power in direct sunlight (10 000 lux or more).
Note: Female pronouns used for writing convenience.
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Sixsmith Left half of Lancelot (It's the better half)
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Wolf Ezra
Age
28
Gender
Male
Personality
Many people like to describe Wolf as an enigma, a mystery to be solved. Well, the mystery exudes an air of complexity simply because that's the way Wolf likes it. There is literally nothing at all complex about what Wolf gives people and what he keeps to himself. To others, Wolf comes off as a reserved individual with a quiet personality to aid that. Secretive to a core, not many people find themselves on the other side of the walls Wolf tends to keep up. There's an intensely good reason they're even up in the first place and a reason why Wolf tends to stand aloof and on guard most of the time. It's never easy to find solitude in the profession he's chosen for himself.
Regardless, beneath the layers of fluff, Wolf comes off as less the stiff people see him as and more the free spirit he actually is. Nothing he does is ever done without 200% of his every being; Wolf tends to find purpose easily and excuses even easier. With a personality like his, it's a wonder Wolf doesn't shed the put upon quietness of his social persona and actually act as social as he actually is. Wolf loves people, he just doesn't trust them easily. It takes a great determination to get through to the man inside, but Wolf rewards those people with an amazing charm and a magnetic amicability.
Though Wolf tends to err on the more cautious side with living, breathing people, he refuses to do so in his own day-to-day activities. He takes things with a nonchalance that would more than likely get an ordinary man killed. With as many excuses sliding off that witty tongue of his, Wolf finds himself at the tail end of hazardous situation more often than not. The man's just prone to danger and the rush of adrenaline to take his mind off the thoughts that often plague his head. As crazy as he is sometimes, it's a wonder how he survives for more than an hour.
Appearance
With 180 lbs under his belt and a solid length of 5'10", Wolf Ezra is more a man of appearances than he is of practicality. But, no man without a mind on his health and his physicality ever survives through half the crap Wolf does without mortally wounding himself. As such, Wolf boasts a rather athletic physique that's more equipped to handle the pain and pressure of what he does on a daily basis than for strength or speed. With a mind like his, he doesn't really need either, but it helps to be healthy and fit than it does dying of cholesterol related heart problems. There's often a pep in his step and a confidence that he tends to exude in the way he moves, though it's more of a shared confidence than it is pomp arrogance. As well, the tenor of his voice is often softer, when it's not being used to manipulate himself around doing certain things, then it gets higher, than the average male and has a slight Boston lilt to it.
Sharp features give Wolf's already witty personality a cheekiness to his expression that denotes more sarcasm than he ever really implies. There's often a smugness to the simper he gives and with expressive eyebrows, there's more of that cleverness that he never fully intends to commit to—if only not to aggravate anyone he's willing to keep around him for more than an hour's time. Regardless, when Wolf allows himself to be more open, his expressions often soften and lose their bite—or rather, their bark. He prefers the latter, as it takes quite a bit of time to keep that persona up. People don't really realize that the acidity to his appearance acts as more of a deterrent and guard than it is him just acting cheeky for the sake of it.
Biography
Raised to two Jewish parents, Wolf's life started out quite simple, at first. Telepathy tended to act very subtle, especially for a child that can't yet speak words or form coherent thoughts. However, once those first cognitive senses formed, Wolf shocked many of his elementary school teachers half to death. Of course, luckily for them, he didn't exactly understand many of their thoughts to begin with.
Not knowing what to do with this information, both parents, tight on money, took advantage of young Wolf's gifts. They began a small business within the confines of their own home, allowing people to come in to see the boy who could read thoughts. This, though technically abuse, allowed Wolf an outlet to use and train his powers until they grew ever stronger. Of course, Wolf never truly realized what his parents did to him until much later in his adolescence, when he himself could fully utilize his own powers. They weren't necessarily bad people, just a couple down on their luck with an opportunity practically spitting in their face. It was easy for Wolf to forgive them, but that never meant forgetting what they'd done when the chance arose. They took an easy way out and Wolf never really benefited from it like a child should. In essence, they took his childhood from him, in exchange for a chance at honing his powers.
Many psychics come and go, though, and not many people realized what Wolf was until he was long, long gone. Until then, Wolf took advantage of his own situation and made use of his powers in the only way he was taught; he made money. With his own powers growing by the day, it was a wonder Wolf never got any further than where he currently is. Of course, many people find themselves at impasses on daily bases and it was inevitable that Wolf find his. An unfortunate side effect of having mentally based powers was that, the more he grew, the more Wolf allowed his mind to the people surrounding him. The more he grew, the larger that radius was until it eventually encompassed entire cities. His first break down was a mystery and nearly got him killed during an act. The second one arose further suspicions and Wolf eventually learned to place his own mental barriers to shut out the multitude of voices. At first, it took quite a bit of energy from Wolf to keep those barriers in place, but eventually, the become second nature and a subconscious part of Wolf's being. It became harder to take them down than to keep them up.
With powers that stretch as far as Wolf's, having a vast intelligence came as a second thought. Unfortunately, for Wolf, this made various interesting things dull almost immediately after they'd been explored. It took a lot to please Wolf and is the main reason he often has to do a numerous amount of rather harmful things in order to keep himself entertained. College honestly came and went for Wolf and with that, he continued his career. No doubt the moment he gained fame and recognition did he drop the acts completely to pursue other endeavors. Of course, a man needs money, and Wolf often came back to preform every once in awhile, if not to keep the fame he garnered. That garnered him undue attention, however, and often forced Wolf into a more reclusive nature than he usually allowed himself.
As non-committal as he tended to be, it wasn't until the government began their routing out of individuals did Wolf finally seek to aid the superhumans he'd soon call brethren. Though, his aid came early, he never fully committed to the idea. The safety of the months in advance felt nice, but there didn't seem to be anything quite affecting his safety. It wasn't until the United States mandated their new law did Wolf feel real gratitude for the offer of escape months prior. He took to offering more than what he'd previously given in order to further assist the esteemed billionaire who'd given him sanctuary.
Power
— Psionic Manipulation —
The full spectrum of mind oriented powers, from the basest form of telepathy to full on telekinetic havoc. Wolf reaches a high tier within the superhuman community, having been gifted with his powers since birth. A psychic child under the guise of a carnival Houdini, Wolf escaped many forms of persecution purely from utter fame. Many only ever know the simplest expressions of his powers, as he tends to be a very reserved and kept man. However, that doesn't mean Wolf never has the chance to demonstrate his full potential, as there are often times which require a little bit of force. This often comes in the form of blue waves of psionic energy that exudes from his body (mainly the palms of his hands). They consist of pure psychic energy and can take on various aspects of energy itself.
— Eldritch Sorcery/Occultism —
Educated in the mysteries of the occult, Wolf knows a numerous amount of spells and magics, of which he has no real clue is actually derived from his own mind. Using the knowledge gained from various books, Wolf applies them via his psionic abilities in order to use them. These particular types of magic range on the weirder, almost darker side. From summoning a bout of tendrils from the ether to magically sealing an individual's own powers. They work in ways that only Wolf can ever really conceive, though never all powerful in terms of summoning a world eating abomination. They're simple things, like sealing an individual's mouth shut or creating portals from one area to the next, though how difficult they are to preform directly correlate with how much energy it takes from Wolf. Things such as healing wounds take a moderate amount of energy, simple spells like eldritch bolts of energy take a small amount of energy, and opening a portal from one end of the world to the other take vast amounts of Wolf's stamina.
Skills
— High Intelligence —
Having been born with mind related powers such as his, it's only ever natural to have a vast intellect. Wolf contains one of the leading minds in the world, though he doesn't much put it to as good of use as he could. That could possibly be a personal vendetta against the human race or he's just using an excuse not to have to work himself into the grave. He takes much more personal pleasure in aiding people in various other ways and using his own intelligence for himself. It also helps that not many people realize that Wolf is a genius hiding behind the mask of a royal fool.
— Alright, You Little Shit, I've Got a Ph.D and Absolutely No Time For Your Existential Hipster Teen Crisis Bullshit. Get Out of My Face —
Not many people know this, but Wolf studied for years at Yale for business and law, only to change his mind at the last minute to take up philosophy and psychology as his majors. He finished those degrees in record time and moved on with his life. They're pretty much just some pieces of paper verifying that he's licensed to help people with their mental issues and prescribe them medicine if they so choose. And, he likes the title doctor and makes people use it on occasion. What's a Ph.D for if not to be referred to as a doctor? Literally, this was only gained for the fact that he got bored one day and decided, "Why the hell not?" Regardless of that fact, if anyone ever needs a licensed therapist, then Wolf is your man. He may have done it for the title, but that doesn't mean he can't do the job.
— Extremely Quick Learner —
Picking things up and mastering them come as second hand to Wolf Ezra. It's pretty simple, really; learning something new takes a few hours for him to get a moderate hang of. Mastering it, depending on the difficulty, can take up to a few weeks to just a little over a year. Of course, that doesn't ever mean that Wolf every uses this for any means other than his personal entertainment.
— Resolute Calm —
Even without his powers, Wolf holds the ability to remain cool and collected in even the most stressful of environments. It takes a lot to break Wolf without the powers tacked on; it takes a formidable mind to do so with the mental barriers he's got in place.
— Ever the Tactician —
No one loves strategy more than Wolf—not that he'd admit to reading Sun Tzu's Art of War in one sitting. Who does that? Pfft. Not him. Regardless, Wolf holds a keen mind for tactics and often loves applying it to figurative situations. Whether or not they battle oriented doesn't really matter to him. Nothing entertains him more than seeing a plan go off without any hiccups.
Weaknesses
— Mind Break —
There's nothing worse than overloading oneself with the thoughts of a million people. There's a reason why Wolf keeps to himself. There are an innumerable amount of mental barriers in place to stop the leak from seeping into his own mind and causing him temporary insanity. Once those fall, he's practically incapable of even the smallest form of thought that isn't subconscious.
— Haunted —
Knowing the things he knows and seeing the things he's seen, there's really no one more troubled by his own mind than Wolf himself. There are quite a few things that keep Wolf from achieving a meaningful amount of rest. The horrors that travel through his mind on a daily basis from the effects of delving far too deep into the occult could keep a man like Wolf awake for days. And sometimes he is.
— Dare Devil —
There's not a bone in Wolf's body that isn't absolutely, terribly prone to doing things that could potentially kill him. Really, there's nothing he wouldn't do and it takes a really big reason to even give the man pause.
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Wesley Vaughn
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: Wesley is a very good speaker. He has charisma, and he has confidence. Words are sometimes as good a weapon as any, and Wesley takes advantage of that. He can persuade, intimidate and charm as well as anyone. When speaking publicly, he may seem come across as quite arrogant.
He is quite a cold man. He is not evil or cruel, but if someone seeks sympathy from him, they are unlikely to find it. After losing his fiancée, Wesley has spent years drinking and sleeping around. Whenever he addresses his students he will be sober and show no signs of weakness, but in reality he is quite a broken man who drinks himself to sleep most nights.
Appearance: Wesley stands at a fairly average 5'11. His build is slim, but he is in an excellent state of fitness, perfectly balanced for martial arts. He has grey eyes, and brown hair. His skin is fair.
Biography: Wesley was the son of Randolph Vaughn, owner of Vaughn Corp., one of the largest conglomerate corporations in North America. Wesley was the second of ten children, all sons. While some of the Vaughn sons followed in their father's footsteps as a businessman, Wesley, and some of his other brothers, decided to take other paths. Wesley's divergence didn't bother his father, however, and he had millions of dollars at his fingertips regardless of his future profession. Art was always his passion, so he decided to pursue that, spending most of his days up in his room, drawing or painting.
Henry was the eldest of the Vaughn brothers, and one of Wesley's closest friend. Henry had been raised to be the 'heir' to the company, and thus was a man of business. When he eventually moved out in to his own apartment, he invited Wesley along to live with him. Wesley, at the time, was only 15 years old, but he accepted, as he enjoyed Henry's company much more than any of his other family members.
It was around the time that he relocated to Henry's apartment that Wesley discovered his powers. He didn't know what to do, so he told Henry. Henry dealt with it very well, and just told him to keep it a secret, reassuring him that it would be okay. Wesley took his brothers advice, and learned to live with his gift without overusing it. He did occasionally put it to use on himself so that he could have vivid lucid dreams, but never used it against others.
When Wesley was 18, however, he met a girl named Alice, who was 17. After they got to know eachother, Wesley found that Alice, too, was special, and had powers. She could heal terrible wounds in seconds. After several months of knowing her, Wesley realised he had fell for her. He confessed her love, and she reciprocated. Two years later he proposed, and she accepted. At this point he had long since moved out of Henry's apartment, and Henry had succeeded his father as owner of Vaughn Corp. after Randolph Vaughn fell very ill.
Things could not remain perfect, however. When Wesley was 25 the government raided their house and took Alice. Wesley tried to save her but could not. He quickly fled to Henry's house for help, but before long the government arrived there, exclaiming that they knew there was someone who had powers in their house. Henry lied, saying that it was him, and they shot him dead before leaving. Wesley, broken by the loss of his brother and fiancée, as well as the guilt that he felt for his brother's death, fled the country for several months.
When Wesley returned, he learned that he was now owner of Vaughn Corp. due to Henry declaring him as his successor in his will. Wesley accepted ownership of the company, but put his younger, business-minded brothers in control and spent most of his own time drinking, sleeping with women, and most importantly, training. He learned several martial arts, and over the years, mastered them.
Eventually he sold all of his houses, save one - a mansion on a private island off the coast of Haiti, which he used his powers to hide from anyone who he didn't want to find it. There, he would prepare for his revenge (though, to others, he says he just wants justice for superhumans. Of course his main priority is avenging his fiancée and brother.) He paid a government mole to give him files on various superhumans, which he proceeded to recruit to the cause.
Powers:
- Wesley's power is known as hallucination inducement. It means that he can effectively alter a person's perspective on the outside world, making them hallucinate. This can be used in several ways.
- Environmental illusions. Wesley can make things seem like they aren't there. For example, he makes it so nobody ever visits his island. If the government ever came looking for it, they would not find it.
- Wesley can trigger mental illusions, meaning that he will force a person to re-visit a memory of theirs or to just not see clearly. This can distract a person, or drive them to the verge of insanity.
- Shape-shifting is a sub-power of his ability. Although he is not physically changing in to another person, he can trick someone's mind to believe that he is, thus giving the same effect. He doesn't gain the fingerprint or any other physical quality of said person, and would not be able to use a person's voice on a voice-operated lock, as he is not actually becoming the person, only altering what he looks and sounds like to another person.
Skills:
- Martial arts: He has trained for years to master several martial arts so he is very advanced in hand-to-hand combat. This, combined with his power, means he is a lethal threat to his enemies.
- Charismatic: He is a good public speaker and finds it easier than most to motivate, intimidate or persuade.
- Filthy rich: He has billions in the bank. Vehicles, weapons and anything else that can be bought with money are attainable for him.
Weaknesses:
- One track minded: If ever given the opportunity to enact his revenge, he would risk everything to get it.
- Lacking in empathy: Wesley is a cold individual and is not the first person you would go to if you need to let your emotions out.
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