Characters
Ace Stahl
Age: 36
Eye Colors: was born with blue eyes but her right eye turned red the day her abilities awoke
Personality: despite her rough past Ace grew up to be a kind, gentle, caring, and a warm person overall to almost everyone. However in combat she is a serious, cold blooded killer that won't hesitate to scorch her enemies to death.
Type: 2
Abilities
Physical: Manipulation of fire aka pyrokinesi - basically she can change the shape and size of fire (as well as make it move) and use it as a weapon. However, she cannot create fire; she needs a source such as a lighter (something that she CONSTANTLY keeps on her to this day). As a side effect of her ability; Ace does not burn easily and has an insanely high resistance to fire. For example, the amount of fire that could severely burn or kill a normal human being would leave Ace with only a few minor burns.
Skills: - has a vast knowledge of firearms and the handling of multiple fire arms
- is a good shot
- has practically mastered her abilities
Bio: After taking down President Callahan with the rest of the group, Ace decided to return to the slums of Manhattan and help around Jack's store. For the next two years, Ace led a quiet but happy life with her guardian and kept in touch with the small group of friends she had made. But in a sudden burst of flames, Jack's Craft Shack burnt to the ground and Ace disappeared from the ever watching eyes of society for the next 8 years.
During this time, Ace took on multiple jobs for the CIR as a mercenary, taking on multiple gangs both human and metahuman alike that threatened the peace that she and her comrades had worked so hard to achieve. However her actions were kept secret from the public and the group.
Ace walked down the streets of Manhattan, keeping her her face well hidden underneath her hoodie. She suddenly stopped as she walks in front the Conclave memorial that was made to honor both her and her friend. Ace walks closer to the memorial and notices several other people both human and metahuman who had come to admire the memorial and take pictures.
Looking at the memorial, a wave of nostalgia washed over Ace as she remembered the small time she had spent with the group. Ace then rummaged a bit through her pockets and finally pulled out an old, rusty lighter; the very same lighter she had used at the blacksite. She flicked the switch a few times creating a few sparks but the lighter refused to light. Ace scowled a bit then sighed, "oh I see... Only work when I'm fighting for my life..."
Ace put the old lighter away and returned her gaze back to the memorial and smiled softly. "I wonder what they're all doing.... Now that the world has no use for us anymore..." She murmured to herself.
Looking at the memorial, a wave of nostalgia washed over Ace as she remembered the small time she had spent with the group. Ace then rummaged a bit through her pockets and finally pulled out an old, rusty lighter; the very same lighter she had used at the blacksite. She flicked the switch a few times creating a few sparks but the lighter refused to light. Ace scowled a bit then sighed, "oh I see... Only work when I'm fighting for my life..."
Ace put the old lighter away and returned her gaze back to the memorial and smiled softly. "I wonder what they're all doing.... Now that the world has no use for us anymore..." She murmured to herself.
Other: she ALWAYS carries a a lighter with her.
After Callahan was impeached; Jack became Ace's legal guardian.
Theme Song:(optional) http://youtu.be/cRgPj35FZS4
Jack Clarke
Age: 59
Eye Colors: was born with pale green eyes but his right eye turned pale yellow when his abilities awoke
Jack is a kind, loving, and gentle fatherly figure towards Ace. Towards his students at The Conclave University, he is just as kind and patient but can be strict when he needs to be in order to keep his students from falling out of line. He is overall just a gentle giant. However, in the heat of battle Jack is a cold blooded killer who will not hesitate to take down a threat. Especially if it is threatening someone he cares about.
Type: 3
Abilities
Physical: Electrokinesis - Jack's body can produce large amounts of high volts of electricity. While it is not enough to kill someone; it definitely give you a nasty shock and temporarily paralyze you. However this can only be accomplished through physical contact, Jack cannot send electric waves through the air. In order for Jack to shock someone he needs to come into physical contact first. As a side effect of his abilities; Jack has an extremely high resistance to electricity and can store a large amount of electricity, more so than the average human.
Psychological: Silver Tounge - basically he is a sweet talker. He can easily manipulate people into doing what he pleases. If he asks or tells you to do something you can't help but obey. Nobody can resist his command. However, Jack tends not to use this ability as it is against Jack's morals and he tends to not wanting to force people to do something against their will.
Psychological: Silver Tounge - basically he is a sweet talker. He can easily manipulate people into doing what he pleases. If he asks or tells you to do something you can't help but obey. Nobody can resist his command. However, Jack tends not to use this ability as it is against Jack's morals and he tends to not wanting to force people to do something against their will.
Skills: Jack has a vast knowledge of weaponry and how to handle multiple types of firearms. He also is very skilled in self defense and martial arts.
Bio:
after assisting the group in taking down Callahan, Jack returned to his quiet, simple life with Ace back in the slums at Jack's Craft Shack. Not long after President Callahan's impeachment, Jack went to the Secretary of State to legally adopt Ace and become her official guardian. Thankfully, Ace's biological parents did not oppose Jack's actions and the adoption went smoothly. Life was good for the next 5 years until a sudden malfunction in the heating and electric wires caused the store to burn to the ground. Soon after, Ace came to Jack saying that she wants to live under the radar for a while and take on the life as a mercenary and help out the Conclave and the CIR branches outside of Manhattan, where the struggle to keep the peace between humans and metahumans were at their most challenging point. Ace had also requested that Jack kept quiet about her decision to the rest of her friends. Though reluctant at first, Jack respected her wishes and let her go.
On occasion, he would receive phone calls from Ace telling Jack of her adventures around the country and her successes in keeping the peace. There's no doubt that the stress and worry for Ace caused Jack to age a bit, but he still kept his promise to her and told no one of what Ace was doing. Many times throughout the years he would get phone calls and visits from her friends asking where she was, what she was doing, and why didn't she tell anyone anything about why she left. Each time these questions were asked Jack would say the same thing, "I can't tell you where she is, what she's doing, or why she left. But I will tell you this; she's alive and she's safe. And one day, she will come back."
During those past 15 years to this day; Jack is a professor at Manhattan Conclave University. Where he teaches metahumans how to control their powers. He also trains future and potential Sentinels, at the Manhattan CIR Branch HQ, in hand to hand combat and self defense as well as the proper handling of firearms.
On occasion, he would receive phone calls from Ace telling Jack of her adventures around the country and her successes in keeping the peace. There's no doubt that the stress and worry for Ace caused Jack to age a bit, but he still kept his promise to her and told no one of what Ace was doing. Many times throughout the years he would get phone calls and visits from her friends asking where she was, what she was doing, and why didn't she tell anyone anything about why she left. Each time these questions were asked Jack would say the same thing, "I can't tell you where she is, what she's doing, or why she left. But I will tell you this; she's alive and she's safe. And one day, she will come back."
During those past 15 years to this day; Jack is a professor at Manhattan Conclave University. Where he teaches metahumans how to control their powers. He also trains future and potential Sentinels, at the Manhattan CIR Branch HQ, in hand to hand combat and self defense as well as the proper handling of firearms.
It had been 15 years since the day Ace had left without a trace. Up until recently Ace would regularly give Jack status updates on how she was doing. However, for the past 6 months, Ace had not called once.
Jack was on his way back to his apartment when suddenly his cellphone rang. Jack rummaged through his coat pockets for a moment before he finally pulling it out. He looked at the caller ID. "Huh...? An unknown number...? Probably just spam..." He murmured to himself then sighed before finally answering.
"Look buddy, I don't know what you're selling but don't want any part of it so-"
A familiar voice came through and cut him off, "Jack? Is that you? It's Ace! Where are you to right now?"
"Ace?! I just left the CIR HQ. What's going on?"
"Okay. Go the Conclave Memorial and hurry."
"The Conclave Memorial? Ace, what's going on? Are you in trouble-" Just then the phone cut off.
Jack hurried over to the memorial where he froze in his tracks as soon as he saw the figure of a thin, young woman, who stood roughly 5'6" in stature, waiting for him in front of the memorial. The woman smiled gently as she replied, "Hi, Jack. I'm home. Did you miss me?"
It was Ace. Jack broke down into tears of joy as he ran over to Ace and hugged her tightly in his arms, showing no signs of letting go. After saying nothing to him for 6 months, there she was, standing right in front of him, alive and well.
"Where in god's name have you been? What happened? You just suddenly stopped calling me and I had no idea whether or not you were ok!"
"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you worry..."
"You idiot! As your guardian and father, it's my job to worry about you! I'm just so happy that you're home...!" Jack looked down at Ace and smiled, tears still running down his cheeks. "Now let me get good look at your face. It's been ages since I've last seen you!"
Jack took a step back and lifted Ace's head. He gently brushed aside the hair that was covering Ace's face and thoroughly examined her before finally sighing with relief and smiled as he replied, "15 years ago..... My little girl left to become a mercenary in order to keep the peace that she and her friends so desperately fought to create..... Now a lovely young lady has come back in her place...." Jack's expression turned solemn. "Tell me, Ace... How long do you plan to stay this time?"
Jack was on his way back to his apartment when suddenly his cellphone rang. Jack rummaged through his coat pockets for a moment before he finally pulling it out. He looked at the caller ID. "Huh...? An unknown number...? Probably just spam..." He murmured to himself then sighed before finally answering.
"Look buddy, I don't know what you're selling but don't want any part of it so-"
A familiar voice came through and cut him off, "Jack? Is that you? It's Ace! Where are you to right now?"
"Ace?! I just left the CIR HQ. What's going on?"
"Okay. Go the Conclave Memorial and hurry."
"The Conclave Memorial? Ace, what's going on? Are you in trouble-" Just then the phone cut off.
Jack hurried over to the memorial where he froze in his tracks as soon as he saw the figure of a thin, young woman, who stood roughly 5'6" in stature, waiting for him in front of the memorial. The woman smiled gently as she replied, "Hi, Jack. I'm home. Did you miss me?"
It was Ace. Jack broke down into tears of joy as he ran over to Ace and hugged her tightly in his arms, showing no signs of letting go. After saying nothing to him for 6 months, there she was, standing right in front of him, alive and well.
"Where in god's name have you been? What happened? You just suddenly stopped calling me and I had no idea whether or not you were ok!"
"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you worry..."
"You idiot! As your guardian and father, it's my job to worry about you! I'm just so happy that you're home...!" Jack looked down at Ace and smiled, tears still running down his cheeks. "Now let me get good look at your face. It's been ages since I've last seen you!"
Jack took a step back and lifted Ace's head. He gently brushed aside the hair that was covering Ace's face and thoroughly examined her before finally sighing with relief and smiled as he replied, "15 years ago..... My little girl left to become a mercenary in order to keep the peace that she and her friends so desperately fought to create..... Now a lovely young lady has come back in her place...." Jack's expression turned solemn. "Tell me, Ace... How long do you plan to stay this time?"
Other - he's an expert at martial arts and self defense
-he knows how to handle a wide variety of firearms
- he's a good shot
- he always carries a concealed weapon on him
Theme Song:(optional) [url=]youtu.be/vxPUMc1CpAI[/url]
Sergeant Aaron Walsh"Overwatch"
Age: 30
Eye Colors: Dark Blue and White
Personality
A rather unorthodox squad leader, Aaron doesn't really do things by the books. Quite informal with his subordinates and overly casual towards his superiors is his most noticeable quality. However Aaron is anything but a carefree agent, he's serious about his job and if he has to bend a few rules to get the job done then so be it. As long as those under his command pull their own weight he has their back.
Type: 1
Abilities
Overwatch- The ability to see through the eyes of others. Of course this does not work on anyone he wishes, in order to see through their eyes he first must make a link with the intended target which is by way of touch. A touch lasting more than one minute lasts one hour. For every consecutive minute another ten minutes are added. The minimum amount of time to a touch is one minute.
Skills: Extensive Sniper Training
Bio
Born in Manhattan, Aaron grew up in fear of the DMA for most of his childhood. In 2029 he lost his mother, who was a gifted herself, in the Central Park Massacre. His father quickly joined the MRF and left Aaron with his aunt in Pennsylvania.
With the fall of the Callahan Regime, Aaron began a new chapter in his life. His father had died in the fighting and so Aaron remained with his aunt until he left for college in LA. Graduating in 2041 Aaron set out to achieve a long awaited dream. Joining the CIR he started out as a rookie Enforcer and as the years went by he climbed the ranks and gained a reputation in the Corps. Finally at the age of 28 he was made a Sentinel and has served faithfully ever since.
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"Before we begin the official testing a candidate interview is required. So Sergeant..", the interviewer glanced back at Aaron's profile to confirm his last name, "Sergeant Franklyn, why do you believe you've been nominated for this position?"
There was a slight pause as Aaron rubbed his stubble while pondering upon the question. He had been been leaning back on his chair ever since the interview began but now that things were underway it was time to get serious. "To be honest I'm not exactly sure, I'm not going to sit here and give the generic 'I'm determined and passionate to ensure justice is done'. I've been working as an Enforcer for a while now and I've seen a lot of things which have changed me as a person. After all those years of service I've come to the conclusion that what we have here, this society we've built, is a fragile one. While the world is rejoicing at our progress they aren't noticing how close we are from going back to how things used to be. I won't say that if I become a Sentinel I'll end the injustice in this world. When I become a Sentinel I'll give my life if needed to make sure the injustice in this world doesn't become justice"
The interviewer gave a mildly surprised look as he glanced once again at Aaron's file. Not because he was impressed by his answer but by the fact that he answered more than one question on the sheet. "Very well, next question"
Other
Aaron underwent cybernetic enhancement and so his right arm has been completely replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic.
Theme Song: Overwatch's Theme
Mayumi Rhiza Reynolds
Age: 26
Eye Colors: Left eye is Blue, Right eye is Magenta
Personality
Mayumi is a quiet and not very talkative young girl, and gives off an aura of depression and mystery. She does not talk about her past, and when she talks it is often in a soft voice that hints at sadness...though at the same time it is underlined with compassion and understanding. Beneath it all, Mayumi is a sweet, kind, and gentle person who is almost unknown to the feeling of anger.
Type: 1
Abilities
Psychological: Mayumi has an enchanted voice that she can use to affect the minds and emotions of all who hear her, most commonly used in the form of music and song. Her voice alone carries an almost unnatural sense of compassion and understanding, and because of this she is a good communicator. She can also sing and inspire certain emotions, like bravery, in her listeners; or perhaps use a song to calm them down or ease their mental pain. However, her voice can only reach the ears of those who are willing to listen.
Bio
Mayumi's parents were both born in America; Her mother was half Japanese, while her father was a mixture of European nationalities. Mayumi lived quite happily for the 13 years she spent with her family, getting good grades in school and spending plenty of quality time with her parents. She was a happy young girl who almost always got what she wanted, but mostly just because she didn't ask for much in the first place. But everything changed after her 13th birthday when she turned into a gifted, and her parents gave their lives to make sure that she would survive. A few weeks later she turned up at an orphanage for Gifted children, which was most often maintained maintained by an arm-less woman named Cia.
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Other
-Cia and John are her adopted parents
-Patrick is her adopted brother
Theme Song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uARn2MCUZN4
Cia Reynolds
Name: Cia Reynolds
Age: 45
Eye Colors: Brown, they are now green though
Personality: Cia is a very happy go lucky kind of girl, she finds the bright side of everything no matter what the situation, she often even brings people together with her great attitude. Cia is also seen as a natural born Leader due to her great ability to lead others who need help. Cia however has been known to snap and go on a complete rampage when something she cares about is hurt. Her language also becomes very vulgar when this happens.
Type: Type 3
Abilities Cia can move and crush multiple objects with her mind, this normally isn't noticable as she uses it at long range for the most part, however she has been known to create a sort of ethereal arms to use from time to time. Cia's limit to this power though is that she can't pick up something heavier than a car. Cia cannot pick up other people, however she can pick up herself and float around for a short while.
Bio Cia was born into a rather nice family. They cared for her even when she first exhibited her powers. She was born with heavily deformed arms that had to be amputated when she was a young. At the age of 13 her abilities awakened, her life from there seemed to get easier as she had a far easier time moving around and even getting up. However once the Gifted Genocide began her family was killed trying to protect her. She was able to get away and has since worked to help protect other Gifted with The Conclave.
Cia joined others after her orphanage was found out to be full of Gifted. John had come to her orphanage planning to kill some of the orphans. Cia stopped him and threatened his life. This was when her more frightening side was discovered. She later helped to take down several members of the DMA however she got carried away and completely massacred a Warden named Pariah. Cia has since not shown her other frightening side since.
After everything went down Cia started to work at the orphanage full time. She later married John though she still teases him whenever she gets a chance. She has also helped with raising Mayumi after John adopted her. Cia has since been a rather happy person.
After finding out she couldn’t have children she chose to look on the bright side of it as no child with her severe disability would be born at least. She wouldn’t have to help a child without arms grow up and struggle. She later took in a baby boy though that she helped to raise. Where he came from was anyone’s guess. All Cia knew was that he needed to be cared for. She has raised him as her own son and even adopted him after naming him Patrick.
Other Cia runs an orphanage
Is married to John Reynolds
Has a son named Patrick.
Theme Song: Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
Patrick Reynolds
Age(21 and up): 12
Eye Colors: Purple and Blue
Personality: Patrick much like Cia is a bit bipolar, however his scary side isn’t as bad as Cia’s, its more of just an extremely creepy stare that often allows him to get what he wants. Cia however finds this look cute instead of terrifying. Patrick also is very upbeat much like his adopted mother. He knows that he’s adopted and doesn’t really care if he is so long as he has a mother who loves him.
Type: 2
Abilities
Psychological: Fear and Joy: He can make anyone around him cower in fear. He makes them see nightmares, though he can also make them happy things like have the entire room look like it’s blooming with flowers. Either way the person under his power will either become frightened to the point of peeing themselves, or happy to the point of peeing themselves.
Skills(for humans and gifted): Pat is a wonderful chef, many say he has a future as a chef as his cooking skills are unmatched.
Bio: Patrick or Pat for short, was born to an unknown mother, however he was born with different colored eyes yet he had no powers. He was given to the orphanage just after he was born. He lives a peaceful life with his adopted parents, Cia and John, and is adopted sister Mayumi. Pat for the most part lives a great life.
Though he was bullied a lot by the other kids at the orphanage growing up he loves helping out around the kitchen. Patrick however became a gifted at the age of 9. A kid had kicked sand in his face and he suddenly got angry, his ‘scary face’ appearing scaring and making the kids scared, even the ones not looking at him. Cia realized that Patrick was a gifted though his power was a bit frightening as it was surprisingly powerful and Pat couldn’t always control it.
Other Patricks favorite animal is a bear.
Patrick is seriously claustrophobic. To the point where he started to have a panic attack when one of the kids closed a box he was playing in. This also caused his powers to activate again.
Theme Song: Hide and Seek
John Reynolds
Age: 46
Eye Colors: Left is Brown, Right is like...Bluish Purple
Personality
John is a rather calm and kind man, and has developed into more of an optimist than the pessimist that some had once considered him to have been. He cares very strongly for his family, and will do anything he can to help them should they need it...and that extends, to a degree, out to old friends like Cole and Ace. Additionally, he hasn't told anyone yet, but his gift has begun to affect his mental state; at times he will experience unprovoked flashes of images, memories, and/or visions...and he knows they aren't his, but they are all about him.
Type: Type 1
Abilities
Psychological:
John has the power of telepathy, and can use his power to read minds or communicate over long distances. He has been trained to use his powers to track down other gifted, though his superiors think he is only a Type 4 Gifted, and so he has secretly trained himself how to read minds and communicate telepathically.
Bio
John grew up as a fairly normal kid, taking a great liking to video games and movies and books. He enjoyed watching and reading these fantasies, and wished he could be in one himself. But as time went on John realized what an impossible dream that might be, because he began to notice that he was just a nobody. There was nothing truly special about him, and aside from being slightly above average in school - he really didn't do anything else. No sports, no extracurricular activities, no nothing. Just your average Joe...or...John. That is, until his eighteenth birthday; where his right eye changed color and he began to sense these...things. He didn't know what he was feeling, but one day he got curious enough to follow one of these 'feelings', and he came up to a house just as the authorities arrived at the door. He took cover and watched as the house was raided and a girl was taken out...she had mismatched eye colors, just like him! What was happening?! Why did they want her? Was it cause her eyes were different?! John figured they might want to take him away too, and he wanted to run away from here before he was noticed...but...that girl...she needed help. She was struggling and resisting, then suddenly she looked at John and screamed to him for help. His mind seared with an intense sensation, and he recognized it as the 'feeling' he followed over here...but...wait...the men who were capturing her turned and saw him. He panicked and got up to run, but...no...the sensation filled his head...and he felt brave...he had to help, he had to try.
John tried in vain, and was captured. The girl and him were taken and enslaved; John was trained and forced to work as a hunter to find more gifted, and to the best of John's knowledge...the girl was strapped into a chair, forced to incite bravery into the hunters in training.
For a time, he worked as a Hunter Agent for the DMA, tracking down Gifted to capture them. He did, however, feel a great deal of remorse doing so, and was known to even go out of his way to protect the lives of Gifted with harmless abilities. It was this mercy that eventually led him to meet a young girl, Mayumi, who's parents had been killed by John's commanding officer in the attempt to locate her. Feeling sorry for the girl, and feeling tired of having to murder his own kind, John betrayed his officer by stabbing him in the back and helping the girl to escape.
Eventually he had investigated a lead concerning a possible orphanage for Gifted, where he once again met his future adopted daughter, Mayumi, and also met his future wife, Cia, who found out he was a spy and had at first threatened to kill him. They came to the agreement that John would help Cia find a friend who had been captured, and so the journey began.
At first, while John found Cia attractive, he was quite afraid of her power. Over time, though, he saw more of her compassionate side, especially with how she was so protective of the children in her orphanage. Around the same time he also had decided to not only help Cia out at her orphanage, but personally adopt Mayumi, as well.
Continuing on the path to expose Mallory and remove Callahan from office with the likes of Ace and Cole, John continued to bond with Cia. And once Mallory was dealt with, and the DMA severely wounded, John began to think of his new friends as family. But only after they had reached their ultimate goal of getting President Callahan impeached did he realize that he loved Cia, as it was finally safe and possible to no longer live in fear.
Eventually, as most of the original anti-Callahan group began to drift apart, John and Cia went on to get married. John helped her out at the orphanage, but also made sure to spend personal time with his newly adopted daughter Mayumi. For the time being, with treatment of Gifted improving quickly, life was good.
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Other
-Gained his powers at the age of 16.
-Is now married to Cia.
-He still carries his two telescoping shock batons he had been issued as a Hunter for the DMA.
-He's a naturally good tinkerer, and can take apart, put together, or just modify weapons.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BK0apx-Qjg8
Norville Rogers
Age: 28
Hair: White, as white as snow.
Eye Colors: Blue and Gold. The top half of his eyes are an icy blue, while the bottom half is golden. A rare eye mutation even for a metahuman.
Personality: His personalty is hard to describe as his character changes depending on who he is around and who is influencing his mood. He does have constants in his character; he tends to be laid back letting others go first, loyal to his friends and won't turn his back on them, and lastly his love for food, he never turns down a good meal.
Type: 2
Abilities
Physical: Norville has a unique ability, he can freeze any form of water. From normal bodies of water to rain and even the minute particles in the air if the humidity is high enough. His power keeps his body temperature lower than normal. He feels cold to the touch and his appearance reflects it in his white hair and pale skin. A passive benefit of this is he can never feel cold, and is most comfortable in colder areas. This comes with a cost, heat doesn't agree with his low body temperature and he sunburns easily. Amounts of heat that would only agitate normal people can actually burn Norville, and in comparison something that would cause minor burns on normal people would give him severe burns and pain.
Skills: Norville knows the current limitations of his powers and is decent at holding his own in a fair fight as he is just an average man, but with a strong limited power that can be expanded on with practice and help. He has very little skill in hand to hand combat but he has had plenty of practice using his abilities defensively to protect others and himself. He is a decent battle medic as he can close wounds by freezing the blood on the outside of the wound long enough to tightly bandage it, and he can administer medicines to help with symptoms of poisons, disease and pain.
Bio: *Static* A young man's voice could be heard, "I think I finally got it working. Well I want to get started on my day to day entries as soon as I can, so I will make this quick. Hopefully it saves this time around. All right, take seven." Some shuffling of papers before he spoke again, "My name is Norville Rogers. I am a metahuman, or that's what the media and my class mates like to label us as. Anyway back to my childhood. I was born in St. North Hospital twenty years ago. I was around three years old when an accident happened that separated me from my parents. Not long after that I was in an orphanage. Life there was simple; wake up, get ready for the day, go to school, try to get adopted, do homework, go to bed and start it all over again. Same routine until my fifteenth birthday." A pause, the sound of ice falling in a glass and liquid pouring, then a large gulp. "That morning when I was getting ready I noticed in the mirror that something was different, my eyes had changed from solid icy blue to a heterochroma match that is very odd. My eyes seemed cut horizontally, the top half the normal blue, the bottom a golden hue. I started feeling more comfortable in colder areas and my friends started to worry as I was cold to the touch. Doctors said my eyes could be explained by a loss of pigment and my colder skin a hormonal imbalance, if it started to affect my daily life I needed to get aid immediately. No one wanted to accept the fact that I was different, even after all of the uproar that happened years ago. As I learned to control myself I was able to hide my differences better and fit in. I somehow made it through high school without anyone finding out, and even my first two years of college. Only my room mate knows and he doesn't care, so long as I don't temper with the thermostat too much." Norville chuckled and took another sip of his drink. "I hear that the discrimination was far worse when I was younger, I guess I could count myself lucky that I was a late bloomer. End introductory entry." A faint click can be heard before silence.
*Static* Norville's laughter can be heard. "Entry 207, Graduation day! Today I graduate college with a masters in Chemistry and hopefully I can find a job to suit my skills. I don't have time to talk much longer, but it has been a while. Graduating at the age of twenty-seven! Man am I glad I can finally go out and be my own man. I'll give more details tomorrow when I have the time. End entry." A faint click then silence again. Norville jolted awake in the lab where he had been introduced into this line of work.
I am a sentinel. Not the ones you hear about that go out and fight the terrorists, but one that helps in other ways. At home base my mind is used to help create medicines and other materials to help defend my allies from harm. But when they let me out in the field, my task had always been to defend and help the injured. I am no doctor but I can stop bleeding and inject medicines to help with pain and symptoms. I am a battle medic, simple as that. A quick fix to keep the injured alive and kicking until they can reach a doctor. Those thoughts invaded his mind as a rough draft for his next journal entry.
Age: 28
Hair: White, as white as snow.
Eye Colors: Blue and Gold. The top half of his eyes are an icy blue, while the bottom half is golden. A rare eye mutation even for a metahuman.
Personality: His personalty is hard to describe as his character changes depending on who he is around and who is influencing his mood. He does have constants in his character; he tends to be laid back letting others go first, loyal to his friends and won't turn his back on them, and lastly his love for food, he never turns down a good meal.
Type: 2
Abilities
Physical: Norville has a unique ability, he can freeze any form of water. From normal bodies of water to rain and even the minute particles in the air if the humidity is high enough. His power keeps his body temperature lower than normal. He feels cold to the touch and his appearance reflects it in his white hair and pale skin. A passive benefit of this is he can never feel cold, and is most comfortable in colder areas. This comes with a cost, heat doesn't agree with his low body temperature and he sunburns easily. Amounts of heat that would only agitate normal people can actually burn Norville, and in comparison something that would cause minor burns on normal people would give him severe burns and pain.
Skills: Norville knows the current limitations of his powers and is decent at holding his own in a fair fight as he is just an average man, but with a strong limited power that can be expanded on with practice and help. He has very little skill in hand to hand combat but he has had plenty of practice using his abilities defensively to protect others and himself. He is a decent battle medic as he can close wounds by freezing the blood on the outside of the wound long enough to tightly bandage it, and he can administer medicines to help with symptoms of poisons, disease and pain.
Bio: *Static* A young man's voice could be heard, "I think I finally got it working. Well I want to get started on my day to day entries as soon as I can, so I will make this quick. Hopefully it saves this time around. All right, take seven." Some shuffling of papers before he spoke again, "My name is Norville Rogers. I am a metahuman, or that's what the media and my class mates like to label us as. Anyway back to my childhood. I was born in St. North Hospital twenty years ago. I was around three years old when an accident happened that separated me from my parents. Not long after that I was in an orphanage. Life there was simple; wake up, get ready for the day, go to school, try to get adopted, do homework, go to bed and start it all over again. Same routine until my fifteenth birthday." A pause, the sound of ice falling in a glass and liquid pouring, then a large gulp. "That morning when I was getting ready I noticed in the mirror that something was different, my eyes had changed from solid icy blue to a heterochroma match that is very odd. My eyes seemed cut horizontally, the top half the normal blue, the bottom a golden hue. I started feeling more comfortable in colder areas and my friends started to worry as I was cold to the touch. Doctors said my eyes could be explained by a loss of pigment and my colder skin a hormonal imbalance, if it started to affect my daily life I needed to get aid immediately. No one wanted to accept the fact that I was different, even after all of the uproar that happened years ago. As I learned to control myself I was able to hide my differences better and fit in. I somehow made it through high school without anyone finding out, and even my first two years of college. Only my room mate knows and he doesn't care, so long as I don't temper with the thermostat too much." Norville chuckled and took another sip of his drink. "I hear that the discrimination was far worse when I was younger, I guess I could count myself lucky that I was a late bloomer. End introductory entry." A faint click can be heard before silence.
*Static* Norville's laughter can be heard. "Entry 207, Graduation day! Today I graduate college with a masters in Chemistry and hopefully I can find a job to suit my skills. I don't have time to talk much longer, but it has been a while. Graduating at the age of twenty-seven! Man am I glad I can finally go out and be my own man. I'll give more details tomorrow when I have the time. End entry." A faint click then silence again. Norville jolted awake in the lab where he had been introduced into this line of work.
I am a sentinel. Not the ones you hear about that go out and fight the terrorists, but one that helps in other ways. At home base my mind is used to help create medicines and other materials to help defend my allies from harm. But when they let me out in the field, my task had always been to defend and help the injured. I am no doctor but I can stop bleeding and inject medicines to help with pain and symptoms. I am a battle medic, simple as that. A quick fix to keep the injured alive and kicking until they can reach a doctor. Those thoughts invaded his mind as a rough draft for his next journal entry.
Kyle Kruger
Age: Appears to be in his late 40s.
Eye Colors: Bright green.
Personality: Unusually exuberant and slightly eccentric. It is truly difficult to find the man in anything but high spirits, earning him the nickname "Smiles." Beyond this demeanour is a man that is absolutely devoid of empathy when it comes to his enemies, a mentality born, in contrast, from his unbreakable love and loyalty towards the things he has devoted himself to the protection of.
Type: Pure human
Skills: Kyle is a capable leader of his men, among whom he has instilled respect through his consistent ability to get results. His expertise has been sharpened by decades of service on foreign battlefields and back home against metahuman resistance groups during the Callahan government. Now finding himself and his men on the opposite side of asymmetrical warfare, he has proven more than adept at learning from and applying the techniques of his old adversaries.
Bio: An aged special forces veteran turned Hunter and counter-insurgency tactician of the Callahan presidency. With his absolute hatred for Metahuman kind, he was not much of a fan of the new world ushered in after the fall of the human supremacist government. Equal scorn was directed towards the government itself who, as it turned out, had caused the mess and the creation of these monsters he so despises in the first place. Kyle and his old unit, the "Storm Hounds", successfully evaded justice, and went underground for many decades, remaining in contact through a covert network. This network managed to find its influence surreptitiously seeping into various human purity groups, from there drawing new recruits. The Storm Hounds gradually evolved from a special forces unit on the run into a small terrorist cell in its own right.
Although Kyle and his assembled force hold nothing but contempt for metahuman kind, they have become unwitting defenders of the system through taking their fight to the Scions of Divinity, who they see as a greater threat to pure humanity.
Other:
- "Storm Hound" originated as a military task force formed from 50 paratroopers of the 101st Airborne Division to perform counter-insurgency warfare, ultimately aiming to "Outguerrilla the guerrillas." They were later responsible for many atrocities under Callahan's orders. Usage of the name has spread to Kyle Kruger's human supremacist organization as a whole.
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Theme Song: "Running Gun Blues" - David Bowie
Age: Appears to be in his late 40s.
Eye Colors: Bright green.
Personality: Unusually exuberant and slightly eccentric. It is truly difficult to find the man in anything but high spirits, earning him the nickname "Smiles." Beyond this demeanour is a man that is absolutely devoid of empathy when it comes to his enemies, a mentality born, in contrast, from his unbreakable love and loyalty towards the things he has devoted himself to the protection of.
Type: Pure human
Skills: Kyle is a capable leader of his men, among whom he has instilled respect through his consistent ability to get results. His expertise has been sharpened by decades of service on foreign battlefields and back home against metahuman resistance groups during the Callahan government. Now finding himself and his men on the opposite side of asymmetrical warfare, he has proven more than adept at learning from and applying the techniques of his old adversaries.
Bio: An aged special forces veteran turned Hunter and counter-insurgency tactician of the Callahan presidency. With his absolute hatred for Metahuman kind, he was not much of a fan of the new world ushered in after the fall of the human supremacist government. Equal scorn was directed towards the government itself who, as it turned out, had caused the mess and the creation of these monsters he so despises in the first place. Kyle and his old unit, the "Storm Hounds", successfully evaded justice, and went underground for many decades, remaining in contact through a covert network. This network managed to find its influence surreptitiously seeping into various human purity groups, from there drawing new recruits. The Storm Hounds gradually evolved from a special forces unit on the run into a small terrorist cell in its own right.
Although Kyle and his assembled force hold nothing but contempt for metahuman kind, they have become unwitting defenders of the system through taking their fight to the Scions of Divinity, who they see as a greater threat to pure humanity.
Bottles emptied of their contents were scattered all through the office, joining other debris that had been torn apart and thrown to the ground. A figure slouched over his desk, head in one hand, pen held between quivering fingers in the other. His chest heaved heavily. Outstretched before him was a journal. The page header read "June 12th 2030." The prior entry, June 11th, after many furiously scribbled out lines, simply stated "Today Callahan is impeached. The war against the metahumans is over." Kyle brought his baleful, red stained eyes up to a framed photograph. It depicted Kyle Kruger himself and his men in formation during a visit to the base by President Callahan. He counted up the faces in that picture that belonged to comrades now buried. Swallowing down his rage, he returned to penning the newest entry: "June 12th: The Storm Hounds declare war on metahuman kind." Kyle's mouth twitched into a tired grin at this. He snapped the journal shut and slipped it into his pocket as he rose to his feet.
Later that day he gave the order to his men to suit up. The first shots of Kyle's personal war were fired by the Storm Hounds against their former brethren in the military that had come to apprehend them. From there, they scattered into the wilderness, vanishing from sight and, months after that, from memory. There were rumors, of course, of a mysterious force spotted in the depths of American woods, of hidden training grounds and outposts. While traces of these things could be found when investigations were launched, they proved excellent at covering their tracks, remaining forever elusive.
Later that day he gave the order to his men to suit up. The first shots of Kyle's personal war were fired by the Storm Hounds against their former brethren in the military that had come to apprehend them. From there, they scattered into the wilderness, vanishing from sight and, months after that, from memory. There were rumors, of course, of a mysterious force spotted in the depths of American woods, of hidden training grounds and outposts. While traces of these things could be found when investigations were launched, they proved excellent at covering their tracks, remaining forever elusive.
Other:
- "Storm Hound" originated as a military task force formed from 50 paratroopers of the 101st Airborne Division to perform counter-insurgency warfare, ultimately aiming to "Outguerrilla the guerrillas." They were later responsible for many atrocities under Callahan's orders. Usage of the name has spread to Kyle Kruger's human supremacist organization as a whole.
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Theme Song: "Running Gun Blues" - David Bowie
