[CHAR] Heroes: Chrysalis (Always Open)

[Xtreme]

Assignment Tracker Profile: DR1692



Name:
- Dominic Morgan Rhodes

Nicknames:
- Dom

Gender:
- Male

Age:
- 25

Place of Origin:
- Cardiff, Wales

Occupation:
- Firefighter

Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable):
- Density Control: Dom’s unique genetic marker has given him the unique ability to lower his body's density, making him intangible, allowing himself to pass through solid objects of organic and inorganic nature. He can also heighten his body's density, making him diamond-hard, providing resistance to injury. Dom is also able to phase a body part (such as his hand) into the body of another person and increase the density, causing great physical damage. The shunting of his molecules to increase density allows for a degree of increased strength. At present it seems that Dominic’s ability is limited to however long he can hold his breath. Over time and maturation, it is plausible that he might be able to gather a further degree of control and alter his density via a mere thought for further extended periods of time, perhaps even permanently.

Psychological Profile & History:
Dominic Rhodes was born in Cardiff, Wales. Raised in the countryside on a farm; Dom’s early life was very simple. His life was a routine of early mornings, feed the animals, milk the cows, tend to what needed tended to, head into town to sell what they could and then back home in time for supper. It was a quiet life many would crave, Dom from a very early age, always felt like he was destined for more. This relatively tough early life instilled in him the drive and determination many of his generation lack. This isolated upbringing also stunted Dom’s inter-personal growth. The absence of friends around him meant that his social interactions left something to be desired. He desperately struggled to form any lasting bonds with anyone so he found solace in music, often just sitting with his headphones on rather than talk to people.

Although Dom did attend public school in the city, he still struggled to fit in. After a while he began to enjoy the solitude and began to pursue solitary pass times like swimming, climbing and he eventually graduated to mountaineering, often going off on long trips with his father to traverse the harshest mountains the UK had to offer. Eventually, Dominic developed an interest in trying out for the Olympic boxing team for London 2012 and at the behest of his gym trainer, he began to hone is skills and train hard. Dom was well in with a shot to be picked for the Olympic team but sadly, a severe injury to his hand on the farm put an end to that dream and affected his confidence severely.

While in rehab for his hand, Dominic received a call from a man named Suresh, telling him that he believes that he might have a very unique genetic marker. Believing it to be his former team mate Ravi playing a prank, Dom hung up the phone. During his time at the rehabilitation clinic, the young man struck up a friendship with another patient named Jason. Jason was a former soldier who had been struck by some shrapnel and was now unable to walk. The two men became fast friends, even to the point that whenever Jason skyped with his sister, he would allow Dominic to join in the conversation. After a while, Jason’s sister began skyping Dom by himself and the developed a close relationship, bordering on romantic but neither ever able to fully admit that fact. She even sent him a watch which he never takes off.

Once he left the rehabilitation clinic, Dom returned to the farm. Still believing there was more for him out there, he moved to the city shortly after and began training to becoming a firefighter. Everything changed on the day of Dominic’s first official rescue. Heading out in the mid afternoon to a tenement fire, Dom and his team rushed in in search people stuck inside. When the roof came down, Dom’s ability activated for the first time and the sheer density of his body held up the building whilst his colleagues could escape. Hailed as a hero by others but terrified of himself, Dominic has been using his spare time to test his newfound skills but three months on from the eclipse, he is about to be roped into the fight of his life…

First Known Manifestation (If applicable):
Called to a tenement fire, a group of firefighters enter the massive inferno in search of survivors. One of the group, Dominic, ascends to the attic. Once there, he discovered a young girl trapped by her collapsed bed. Pulling her from beneath it, he takes her into his arms and prepares to descend when part of the roof gives way and blocks the stairs. Trapped; he looks to the window and sees the sun engulfed by an unexpected eclipse. Just as the sun re-appears, the rest of the ceiling gives way. Collapsing to the floor, Dom shields the young girl with his body and holds his breath. The ceiling hits his back but he does not feel it. As the rest of the firefighters escape the blaze, they see that something is holding up the ceiling, something that looks like steel, unaware that this is Dom. Unable to hold his breath any longer, Dominic opens his eyes and he and the little girl fall through the floor, incorporeal they pass through the three stories until they hit the ground floor. Landing on his back, Dom has no time to think and quickly darts out of the building for it collapse. Clutching the girl tight, he looks at the carnage and begins to wonder just how they had survived.

“You did it” The little girl said. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret” She whispered.

Additional Info:
- Dominic is currently in a long distance relationship with a girl he has never physically met, he does speak to her every day on Skype however.
- He always wears a watch on his left hand.
- Dom plans on climbing Everest before he is 26

[CrystalApple]

Tracker #:PS1470

Name
Andreas Quinto

Nicknames
'Andre'

Gender
Male

Age
29

Place of Origin
Seattle, Washington

Occupation
Charity Worker/Psychologist

Known EVO Abilities
Telepathy- Andre's powers is his ability to read the thoughts of other people. However, awakening his powers earlier than most, around the age of 7. Having forever to practice his abilities, he has grown accustomed and adept to reading other people's thoughts. While at the same time making his thoughts unreadable as he can, putting up many defenses. But his instigation into other people's lives has taken it to a point to where he learns new things by simply reading the minds of others. His abilities to probe into his target's mind are often subtle and are done quickly and efficent thanks to how often he uses his powers.

While not limited to his ability to read minds, most of his other skills as a telepath remains undeveloped to a basic level with much more room for potential to grow. For example, he can influence other people thoughts but only in small nudges without having to concentrate hard. Or to make another person forget something that happened recently however can only remove up to a minute at most of their memory and that's stretching it to his maximum.

Psychological Profile & History
Andre awoken his telepathic powers when he was a young child. However awakening an ability that lets you read mind full of thoughts that are not meant for people to be heard or seen as a child would definitely leave scars. Being able to read the silent scorn from other adults and the nitpicking of his imperfections inside the minds of people, caused severe case of creating a false personality for people to see on the outside for society.

At an early age, Andre was a skilled person of bottling all his emotions into a compact place where he didn't show people. Knowing how to please adults and everyone else by placing a mask of politeness and shyness, he created a facade around himself about being shy but helpful. Even the people who knew Andre always saw the boy in a happy mood and always willing to help those who are in need or ask for help. In very rare cases you may see the boy with a dark look on his face but upon noticing you, he would brighten up and place on his mask. Andreas wears many masks that have morphed his personalities based on the expectations of people around him. Being a generally unstable person on the inside but a calm and collected figure on the outside, there is a neverending storm inside of him that may never die down.

Due to his eerie upbringing Andre doesn't know what kind of person he is underneath the sea of masks that he has worn to suit the personalities around him and in general doesn't really know his own self truly. But in exchange for not knowing his true self, he easily morphs himself into a variety of personalities that can be suited for anything. So it can be said that you could never trust Andre due to the fact that you don't realize if he is doing it for a real or simply doing it for a ruse.

First Known Manifestation
Andre looked around the room but not with his eyes but with his mind, staring at his caretaker silently, watching them walk around the room. He could feel that they didn't really care to take care of him. They only wanted the money and this was an easy job. While it was nothing special nor flashy, it was like second nature for Andreas when his powers awoken and he had included in his life instantly. So he frowned as he looked at his feet and kicked idly, before he left the room taking his toy with him. Closing his eyes like before he extended his mind looking around he felt something familliar, reaching in deeper he instantly and began to run out of his room and to the door. Before it opened up and he stared with gleaming eyes, it was mom! He ran and hugged her leg as he was glad she was home and that she was worried about him!

Additional Info:

Hider

Idk how to write as a kid, so yeah... >.> Awkward scene.

[Estelle]

Heather

Assignment Tracker Profile: HW 3101



Name: Heather Anne Whitford
Nicknames: Thea, Whit
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Place of Origin: Alresford, Hampshire
Occupation: Doctor

Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable):
Psychokinesis - Better known as Telekinesis, it is the power to influence a physical system without any physical contact. Heather has the ability to move objects without needing to touch anything. It had started out small, lifting a pencil that was too far for her to reach. Slowly escalating to moving cars until she would finally be able to move human entities, given time of course. In theory, with the power of her mind she should be able to transport individuals, herself included within a five-kilometer radius which can extend, depending on how many people there would be and if her mental stability can handle it. The use of this power gives her a mental strain. Often leaving her with unending migraines, and headaches should she overexert herself. If one were to push one's self even more, they would black out in the middle of the usage of Psychokinesis. How long they stay out of commission is still unknown.

Psychological Profile & History:
Heather was born to a middle-class family making life easy for her. She always got what she needed and often times what she wanted. Her life was easy and smooth. She attended classes like everyone. Not bearing the pain of popularity or idolization. She was simply just another student who got good grades but not high enough to be valedictorian or salutatorian during her primary school years.

She had initially wanted to be a lawyer until her mother grew sick. It was a turning point for her, it was what made her decide to take up medicine. Heather wanted to be able to understand her mother's disease and hopefully rid her off it. It wasn't that she had a huge distrust for the doctors in her city. The feeling was more of, "My mother took care of me when I was younger, now it's my turn to return the favour."

After receiving her doctorate degree, she immediately focused on her mother. During the day, she would work in the hospital where her mother was in. Later on in the evening, she would be studying the composition of DNA, in her hopes of curing her mother. That was how her day normally went. The unending cycle of wake up, work, research and sleep. That was until she had accidentally

First Known Manifestation (If applicable):
It was late in the evening and Heather was quietly packing her things for the night. She had just finished another fruitless research about her mother's disease. It left her frustrated like always, so she decided to vent out her anger.

She was the destructive type. The type who would rearrange the furniture of a room when mad. Heather had ended up throwing her phone out of the window of a 5-storey building thinking it was a remote. She had important files and memory stored in the little piece of technology that she panicked. Time seemed to slow down for her, as her phone broke the window. Heather reached a hand out with one thought in mind,"My phone, I need my phone!" Her panic stricken face morphed into one of awe then horror. Her phone had returned to her hand along with a few stray glass shards haphazardly around her office. She was a doctor, of course she would know that what she did wasn't normal.

"No one can find out." She had muttered to herself in the silence of the night.

Additional Info:
[Meh. I still haven't thought of what disease her mother should have.]

[Dirty Dan]

Alex 'Finn' Finnel

Name: Alexander Finnel
Nicknames: Alex, Finn
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Place of Origin: New York City, New York
Occupation: Plans on becoming a Forensics Scientist in the Criminology division of the NYPD, but currently works as a part-time pizza delivery boy as he finishes college. This is not an occupation, but he is also the assistant to Mr. James B. Jones, the Forensics Criminology Professor of Avery University - his college - in New York City. This gives him extra credits in his chosen major, allowing him to have more free time outside of college.

Known EVO Abilities:
[Speedster Physiology] - Deep within his genes, multiple DNA strands have long since been connected to an unknown force within the universe, granting Alex, and anyone else connected to said force, abilities that all focus upon one specific nature - Super Speed. Currently, as it is now, Alex has the ability to run along the speeds of or below 'Mach 1', although he would have to run full-kilt to hit the pinnacle of that speed - which would result in a sonic boom. The natural side-effect that comes with this ability of super-speed, is himself having superhuman reflexes, agility, stamina, endurance, and perceptive abilities - allowing him to take in information and process it at much faster rates than a normal human, which is a must when moving at such high speeds. With his speed, Alex can do various things you'd expect someone with superspeed to do - such as running across water and up vertical, steep surfaces with the intensity of his speed, reading and processing things at super speeds, vibrating his body at super speeds, and henceforth. Due to his DNA strand's connection to the unknown force, and his own body developing his awakened power, Alex's speed and abilities will grow as he himself trains and uses said abilities - and discover more variables for his speed. On a sidenote, due to his speed, his metabolism is extremely hightened. He has to eat a vast variety of food to sustain himself, or else he experiences dizzy spells and fainting. Due to the pure amount of speed he moves, theres a chance that his clothing will catch fire/smoke due to the wind resistance, as normal clothing doesn't have the natural immunity to such, like Alex's skin. Due to the static electricity generated by his speed, and perhaps the unknown force that powers his DNA/Genes, Alex generates golden/yellow static electricity/lightning whenever he moves/vibrates at high speeds.

Psychological Profile & History: Unsurprisingly, Alex has lived a rather...boring and normal life, up until three months ago. Born underneath a Police Officer of a father, and a District Attorney of a mother, he was obviously brought up to be a law-abiding and authoritative young man - they got in, well, seventy-five percent of it. As a child, Alex obviously shown that he was a smart, bright-eyed young boy, getting straight A's and always getting that golden star for being a good sport, and a good student. However, like all small, skinny kids in public middle-schools, he was often bullied for his lunch money, or bullied to do someone's homework. He did it, at first, until he came back home with a bruised cheek, and his father took a trip up to the school. Obviously, this didn't really help, and the jeering got a bit worse - so Alex took to keeping to himself, and running the opposite way if things were looking bleak. While you would think this would make him a coward, it actually didn't.

Since his bullying became something of the past, the bullies took to messing with other people. Little girls with pigtails, the one kid that ate his boogers - they were pushed, slapped, and stole from, and it was his fault. So, Alex stopped running, and helped out the other kids. He took the hits, sure, but he was getting a bit better at talking himself out of it, or simply getting the Hell away once he helped the other victim. It became a thing of the past as they got older, and the teachers became wiser. He was still getting really good grades, and was skipped up one grade, which put him into a class with slightly more mature students. Most of them saw him for what he was - a bright, if not slightly geeky student that enjoyed speaking about science, physics, and the latest comic book. Time passed, and eventually, high-school was over. He was talked about by colleges extremely highly, and went to Avery University after getting a rather nice apartment in Downtown NYC. He knew what his goal was - the NYPD, in Forensics - that was always his favorite type of subject back in high-school, after all.

In college, there was no bullies. Sure, there were jocks, but Alex was a friendly guy, and no one really felt the need to try and beat him up. Some training with his father gave him a bit of hand-to-hand knowledge, so he was sure that he could defend himself, regardless. More time passed, and his life was looking good. And then...that happened. Afterwards, he tried to play it off, and had even stopped running whenever he could. But, it would pop up whenever he was doing some sort of task, off and on, and eventually, he decided to settle down, test it, and see what the Hell was going on. He wasn't stupid. It was super-speed;; unnatural things happened, especially with the stuff that happened those years ago. He had to keep it on the down-low, however, and try to control it. People didn't like strange, and he was getting as strange as it got.

First Known Manifestation:
He had been taking five boxes of pizza completely across the city, to one Old Lady Palmer's apartment, when he heard the gunshot. It was pretty late, but not too late - around 10 PM, which was the usual time people began ordering the delicious Yorkshire's Pepperoni Platter for dinner. Delivery boys were given slow little mopeds to traverse the streets, so, a bit spooked, but concerned, Alex had turned the moped right and began heading towards the place the sound had blasted from. As he got closer, no longer very concerned about delivering the pizza on time, two more gunshots sounded, and he jumped what felt like 3 feet into the air, dropping the pizza and the moped - and, just his luck, right into a pothole. The back wheel popped on a piece of concrete, and the pizzas had spilled against the pavement. He had cursed, pulling the moped up, when he heard the sound of a slow moving car coming closer and closer to his location. A similar gunshot - something he now recognized as a standard Glock 21 round - blasted from the car's slightly opened window, and he could hear coughing and rough laughter. Two thuggish-looking guys exited the car, and it was obvious that one was packing heat. At this point, his heart was pounding, and he realized what had happened. They'd led an innocent bystander to a shitty part of town, and had planned on mugging or shooting him. God damn it.

The first thug, the one with the gun, pointed it lop-sided at him, a joint hanging from his mouth, and Alex cautiously put his hands up. He could still remember the scene, to this day. "Yo, looks like we got a pizza boy this time, Josh." The gun-toting thug smirked, and it was obvious by his slightly lurring words that he was pretty high. His friend, Josh apparently, grinned, walking forward to look down his nose at the slightly taller, lankier, and scared-shitless Alex, who was still froze. "You hear that, pizza boy? Give us ya' pizza!" Josh laughed, shoving Alex. This snapped him out of his daze, and Alex swallowed, stumbling back clumsily and crouching down. "Okay, okay, just don't shoot." He cursed his luck underneath his breath, grabbing a warm, non-dirty box.

"We don' want your shit, dumbass!" The gun-toting thug laughed, kicking Alex in the back, sending him falling onto the pavement, scraping his chin. Alex grunted as the wind left his chest, and he heard, rather than saw, the Glock being cocked back. "We're just lookin' for time to kill." He could hear the grin in the voice, and damn it, he did not want to die, yet. He still had that report to turn in tomorrow, that comic book to finish reading, and he still had to finally beat Shane on Counter-Strike. He still wanted to see his mom and dad. He still wanted to be the one to give his dad the forensics detailing of a complex crime. He wanted to see them look upon him as an equal, and not as their nerdy, lanky son. He wanted to be someone.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he wasn't dead.

He turned around, and to his surprise, the thug was still cocking the Glock back. Alex stood on shaky legs, and narrowed his eyes. Time...was moving slow? No...wait...was it adrenaline? Regardless...he had to get the Hell away...he didn't care if it was adrenaline, or what. He just knew...he had to get away before the trigger was pulled. With all of his strength, he clumsily dashed forward, stumbling over his feet, before he regained his footing and began sprinting. And, sprint, he did. Everything around him was a blur as he suddenly shot down the street, arms pumping as he simply began to run as fast as he could. No, everything else wasn't a blur. He was the blur. His mind seemed to instinctively know when to turn and move around every obstacle, parked car, and corner, as he blurred through the city, heading for the first safe location in his mind - Old Lady Palmer's apartment. However, as he twirled around a speeding car, electricity arcing off of his blurring form, his head began to catch up to what was happening, and his stomach dropped.

Alex skidded to a stop right in front of Old Lady Palmer's door, tripping over his feet and slamming head-first into her wooden door, causing the door to splinter open with a loud crash. Behind him, his skid marks were melted black marks in the concrete, still smoking.

Good thing was, he wasn't fired from his part-time job.

He did have to pay for the door.

[Heathen]

Manny Rodriguez

Assignment Tracker Profile: ER1919

Name:
Emmanuel Rodriguez

Nicknames:
Manny
Dahlia Deranged (Drag Name)

Gender:
Male

Age:
22

Place of Origin:
Los Angeles, CA

Occupation:
Drag Queen
Cosmetic Makeup Artist & SFX Makeup Artist

Drag Photos

Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable):

Sense Manipulation

STAGE ONE: [Enhanced Senses] - User senses of sight, taste, hearing, touch, and smell are glaringly, obviously and super/unnaturally more acute than their race. They can see kilometers away, see the faintest distinctions/track things too fast for the natural eye, hear through dense walls perfectly, listen to a sweat drop from someones face in another room, smell anything over wast distances; by combining smell and hearing one can tell if someone is lying, taste the smallest details; to the extent of molecular distinguishment, and feel the slightest vibration in the air and ground.
STAGE TWO: [Sense Focusing] - User can focus their senses to look for a particular sight/sound/smell/taste/feel and blocking out all others. By nullifying the remaining four senses, one can heighten a single sense to it's maximum potential. They can see at a subatomic level and through multiple spectrums, hear from miles away or use echolocation, smell someone's hormones, taste every single element in a bite of food, or feel vibrations deep in the earth and rub a hand on a piece of written paper and be able to read what it says like braille.
STAGE THREE: [Sensory Deprivation] - User is able to numb/decrease the senses (sight, taste, hearing, feel and/or smell) of others temporarily. This power can be used for monetary distraction and decrease the senses to the point they are effectively nullified, having them completely lose all connection to the real world.
STAGE FOUR: [Imperceptibility] - The user is totally imperceptible, and as such can in no way be detected or communicated with by another person. They cannot be physically perceived, and are invisible by smell, touch, vision, hearing, etc and give off no heat or leave any evidence of their presence, yet the space they occupy has no lack of it. To all senses, the user does not exist. Even though the user is completely invisible sensory wise, they can still be detected psychically and through technology i.e. cameras, x-ray, scans, sonars, etc.

Psychological Profile & History:
Manny was born an only child in Azusa, California to a Mexican mom and a Spanish father. After he was born, his father abandoned the both of them, leaving Manny's mother alone to raise a child. Times weren't always good. Manny's mother had to work two jobs to support the both of them and were on just about every type of government assistance program there was. There were often times that his mother contemplated suicide because she couldn't handle the stress with raising a child on her own. Often than not, Manny would be left at his grandmother's house while she would be gone days at a time to find herself. One thing is for certain though; Manny's mother did love her son.

When Manny was 8 years old, his mother met a man and began dating him. It wasn't before long that she married him and he moved in. He had a very decent job and she was happy there was a man to help support the two of them. However things only got worse from there. Manny's now stepfather turned out to be an abusive alcoholic who would beat both him and his mother. He would degrade them verbally when he was intoxicated and made their lives hell. Manny's mother felt she couldn't leave him because they had no way of financially supporting them on her own and she felt in too deep with her husband. This abuse carried out until Manny was 15 years old when he had enough. This was the time Manny came out to his mom about being gay. His stepfather overheard and beat him for it, calling him every type of homophobic slur there was. He packed his bags and ran away to live with his grandmother, leaving his mom alone with that man. He loved his mom, but he couldn't be under the roof with that man any longer. Not to mention people at school were noticing Manny would come in with bruises frequently.

It only took a few months with his grandmother for his mother to come to her senses. She refused to put a man over her son and decided to flee to be with her son. She filed a police report and divorced her husband soon after. Because of this experience, Manny felt obligated to start a group at his school where everyone could share similar stories. He was the head of the GSA club and became an activist against bullying and abuse. Things started to get better and Manny soon graduated high school at 18 and went to community college cosmetology.

Manny had always had a fascination with makeup and wanted to use it to make others look beautiful. He studied cosmetic makeup and also began doing SFX work since he was a big fan of horror movies growing up. Around this time is when he began going to 18 and up bars in West Hollywood and discovered the art of drag. He started using his makeup skills to create a character who was queen of the night and gore. She was known as Dahlia Deranged. After booking many amateur shows, Manny became a well known drag queen all over Los Angeles and was known as the spooky, pretty queen who looked stunning as a man and as a woman. Now at age 22, Manny has gone on to be well known makeup artist/SFX artist in the mainstream industry as well as a well known drag queen in the country. He plans on going to New York for few weeks for work. Although through all of this, he's been holding a huge secret for a few months.

First Known Manifestation (If applicable):
During a show at Rage in West Hollywood, Manny had become real dizzy while performing on stage. He tried to fight through the nausea and keep performing as a rush of things he's never felt before began to bombard his brain. After he finished his show, he went backstage to throw up in the bathroom. Just as he came up for air, his ears began to ring as the sound amplified all around him. He was able to hear what was going on outside of the club. The stench of his vomit intensified and could literally smell every content of the alcohol he drank. His vision kept zooming in and out as he tried to leave the bathroom stall. All of his senses were being amplified at once and it was overloading his brain. Manny soon passed out from the pain and woke up in his friend's apartment with a huge hangover. He could vaguely remember what happened the night before. However after a few hours, his senses began to act up again. He kept receiving voicemails from some guy named Mohinder Suresh saying they needed to get into contact immediately. Something about evolution. Manny was in too much pain to really care what anyone thought. After a few weeks, it started happening more frequently to where he could get a better handle on his new abilities. He remembered when he was younger about a girl who fell from a Ferris wheel at a carnival and said there were people out there who were special. Also more and more people had began coming out that they had special powers. Manny never thought that it was truly real until now. However because of the dangerous people out there who hunt people like them, he decided to stay silent.

[Weird Tales]

Louis Albert

Name: Louis Albert

Nicknames: Mr Saint

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Place of Origin: New Orleans

Occupation: Police Officer and part time church clergyman

Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable):

Air Manipulation: Also known as Aerokinesis, gives Louis has the power to manipulate and generate air currents, which he can control to do a number of different things. His main use of this ability is to fly or levitate and as weapon against criminals by creating blasts of air pressure. As it is right now, he can create powerful gusts of wind as well as blasts that can, but his powers will develop into to different levels as he learns to control it more effectively, so right now it is at level one.

level 2: When it hits this level he will gain the power to make blasts of air that have so much pressure that it can blow away brick walls. He will also be able to apply his elemental powers even more in physical combat and his flight speed will increase.

Level 3: At this level Louis will gain the ability to create large tornadoes and massive windstorms.

Level 4: At fourth level his air manipulation will become strong enough for him to manipulate oxygen in substances like water to create shock waves and blasts of force underwater.

Psychological Profile & History: Louis had a hard childhood that was full abuse from his mother, originally he was from New Orleans, but moved away when his mother didn't think too much of the place. His father was very compliant and also suffered domestic abuse. His mother would always conjure up some wacky excuse for her terrible behavior and would always tell them to man up and how Louis should thank her for not having an abortion. She would so much hate and venom hate them that Louis would try to find as much time as he could to stay away from his awful home.

That's when he found religion and became a devout catholic with his dad. With their faith Louis' father got up the courage to file for divorce, but his mom was able to put on a sob story and lied about being abused by her husband, and the misandrist courts believed her. Louis' father lost complete custody and was bankrupted by alimony thanks to the court's ruling. This infuriated Louis and as quick as he could he moved out of his mother's house right after telling her that she would be sent to hell for her devil like ways and called her Satan's wife. His mother just called him a patriarchal misogynist and was glad to be rid of him.

It was this horrible time in his childhood that made Louis mistrust women who were not of the faith. Seeing the injustice that was done to him and his father, Louis moved back to New Orleans and attended the police academy to become an officer of the law. In New Orleans he found his dad who was almost homeless and once finding a job cooking at a local restaurant he began to help his father get back on his feet. After several months Louis became a police officer and he began to set out to help those in need. Guided by his faith Louis was determined to help men in need and became a part time clergyman for a church where he regulary maintained a very devout relationship with God.

He is a very religious man and very traditional. His childhood help shape his views and dogmas of how he views the world and the sinful hypocrites that infest it. He is a firm believer in the idea that sin is dressed up to look and appealing to deceive good people into committing sinful behavior, and that it is the job of the faithful to wipe away these sins by any means necessary. For him God, the law and his devoted wife were what was most important to him. His marriage to a religious woman made him feel secure and he shared his childhood experiences with her. She understood his pain and she was the first woman that he ever told this. Louis has now started to get back in touch with his creole roots and even started learning the language.

He has no fear of being politically incorrect and will not back down from a heathen disrespecting his faith.

First Known Manifestation: He felt his heart race with adrenaline as he was in pursuit of a criminal who had just moments ago shot a civilian in a car as well as Louis' partner when they arrived on the scene. From the moment he heard the gunshot and the cry of his partner as he was wounded, Louis was determined to take down this thug. He had his gun drawn and would take shots at the criminal when he got a shot of the man, but the guy was fast and Louis' shots missed.

Eventually his chase led to an old abandoned building that had been empty ever since hurricane Catrina, and Louis picked up speed as he ran up steps towards the roof of the building having to duck out of the way of being shot. They soon got to the roof and he heard the thug's gun give the clicking sound of being out of ammo. This didn't stop the criminal from charging Louis and knocking his gun to the side. They then proceeded to get into a fist fight, which made come close to the edgy to the roof.

When the thug pulled a switchblade and was poised to stab Louis, he found his gun and quickly grabbed it. With a quick aim he fired and shot the criminal between the eyes, but the thug's momentum pushed him over the edge and Louis found himself falling towards the pavement below. He couldn't believe it, after going through so much pain in his childhood, this was how his life would end. He had hoped that God would have a higher plan, but it looked like it was his time to join him in heaven.

"I love Anna" he said speaking the name of his wife and closed his eyes waiting to feel the agony of his body smashing into concrete, but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes and to his utter shock found himself levitating just a few feet above the ground. He could feel the air beneath him holding him up and all Louis could think or say was gracious thanks to God for this miracle.

After the got his feet back on the ground and more police came to the crime scene, Louis decided to keep this quiet. It wasn't until a few days later that he discovered that he had incredible powers and from then on he knew that he had been chosen by God to do good in this world and make himself to be something more. With his newly discovered power and his strong catholic faith, Louis would seek to bring virtue and justice to all in the name of God.

Additional Info: proud catholic, loves southern cuisines and hates smart asses. If you don't show manners or respect for authrity then you won't have his respect.

[Weird Tales]

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[Shoryu]

Assignment Tracker Profile:


Name: Nicholas Tesla [Fake Name]
Alias': Adela Diaz [Real name]
DJ-Hidalgo/Noble [Stage Name]
Jerry Smithson [Disposable back-up name]
Loki [Street Codename]

Nicknames: Adel, Addy, Loki, Nick, Nico, Lightning Bolt
Gender: Male
Age: 35 [looks 25 and is playing the role of a jet-setting Internet College Student]
Place of Origin: Northern California [fake persona]
Somewhere in Cuba [expensive family's are great for concealing records]
Occupation: DJ and Drug Factory

Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable): Unknown Brand of Transformation [I couldn't figure out a fancy name for it XD]

Known Information

Nicholas has exhibited the ability to transform his biology, though the limitations of this are not expressly known as of yet, records of the following have been collected:

Human Shape Shifting - where in he spends roughly 5 to 60 Seconds changing any number of natural human features, depending on complexity and how much pain he'll put up with.

Chemical Production an Storage, As well as the ability to safely touch or ingest them without ill effects. He has also been observed projecting certain chemicals in a spray or gas.

Defensive mutation? - On the rare occasion that he has been observed cornered by a threat, he has demonstrated an ability to produce some form of biological armor and weaponry. So far Claws, Chitinous Armor, an Flexible Tendrils have been observed. The armor has been seen deflecting several street quality rounds, but is projected to do little against Military grade ammunition.

The full extent and potential of his abilities are unknown, but it is known that he seems to have a huge appetite after having used any noticeable amount of transformation. It is likely to operate on a very limited supply.

Well, I realize that may have done him up to sound a bit excessive, so lets explain things a little better here.

Unknown?

Aside from the above observations, other details of his power that he may or may not know himself are described here.

Adel's actual power is the ability to alter his biology with an unknown limit on just 'how much', though he has discovered through some unfortunate Trial and error that it is not a 'safe' ability. It is very dangerous to just 'tinker' with his body without knowing exactly what he's doing, he could very easily transform a vital organ in a way that makes it stop functioning, or grow a bone out of the wrong place, something he has already done.

This power also uses up a large amount of biological energy gained through eating, giving him a huge appetite, and easy exhaustion, after using a large amount of power.

An important note is that while the actual transformations require this burn of energy to power them, any functions afforded once a successful transformation is completed do not suffer such a drain on his energy, though they typically have their own limitations.

Naturally, the more complex and unnatural a change is, the harder it will be to perfect the process, though in the same vein, the more similar a change is to what 'already is' the easier it will be, hence why changing his skin, hair, and subtler features is relatively safe, with Height and Proportions a fairly close second in simplicity.

Thus far he has practiced a number of chemical production methods, many of which relate to his past with the Cartel. He has also practiced natural human related ones that emulate basic shape shifting effects.

The shorter list

For those who don't want to read all that bigger info:

Biological modification
Huge Appetite
Persistent transformation
High limit, High risk progression
Requires an understanding and practice to make new functions safe for use

Current Practice List:
Human themed shape shifting
Height and Proportion shifting [moderate]
Chemical production [Drug an house-hold related]
Chemical resistance [Only to those he can produce or practice with easily]
Thorough Biological Study of the Human Body and Chemicals related to his family business.

Current Persistent effects

Physical refinement - Strength, Flexibility, Speed improvement, no higher than anyone who'd trained some [for instance, could still be out-grappled by a normal police officer]
Metabolic improvement - So he can digest faster and handle lots of food without getting sick.
Chemical Glands - Back of mouth, store a few ounces of choice chemicals, usually drug or household related. Can be used to spit or spray the chemical in question.
Keratin Glans - Replace sweat glans on fore-arms, hands, neck, Back, and Lower Legs. Secrete hardening Keratin substance that in high enough concentration imitates armor and claws.
Mobility Tendril - In the palms/wrists of either hand, can reach approximately 20 feet at max, used for grabbing, pulling, or swinging.

Psychological Profile & History:
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Nicholas Tesla, Born Adela Diaz of the Diaz Cuban Crime Family, is the very definition of a walking Enigma.

when his mother was pregnant, all signs to it being a girl, even the ultrasound, and everything had been prepared for such... and yet, what came out was a male. when he heard about this later, after he'd learned about his power, he considered this to be the first manifestation of it, even though he never used it conciously until his late teens.

It turns out, his father was a real asshole and refused to change any plans... Like some kind of impotent Child he insisted on holding all the plans for a daughter and would not allow anything to be changed, and with a man like his father one generally did not question his excentricities, more so out of a sense of self preservation.

Speaking of that, He was not the only one acting like an impotent child.

Adel knew very well that he was a male, and once he was old enough to really understand things better, he made sure to take every chance to discard his father's plans and do things his own way. Granted, he wasn't all that concerned with gender norms, but like any Diaz he had little patience for someone trying to control his life, it was a common joke that it was in the blood and that was why the family even existed these days.

Oh sure, he played nice when 'daddy' was around, he was sufficiently warned about him being a dangerous man, but whenever he wasn't around Adel made full use of sympathetic siblings to get the experiences and lessons 'he' wanted... He ultimately had it fairly easy thanks to sufficient deception, but it was inevitable that it would be discovered in time.

Luckily, nobody especially liked his father and nobody was compelled to do him any favors like warning him about the boy's discarding of the plans, so he was well into his teens when it was finally discovered, and as far as he was concerned, he was free to decide for himself how to run his life, and awash in testosterone he made sure it was known.

He'd been keeping other secrets of course, like discovering his powers a year prior, and decided to make a mind blowing performance by tromping into the middle of a meeting 'as' a woman dressed masculine just as the ultimate spit in his father's eye as he made it known.

Naturally, the old man lost his ever loving shit threw a right royal fit over this, then made the mistake of demanding Adel use this new power for any number of functions that he needed done, several of which were suitably disgusting in nature. All it really did was Give Adel more ammunition to use against him, so he played along, even putting on a pitiful show of the battered child... Until the next day, when he turned up gone and not hide nor hair could be found of him.

He simply 'vanished' it seemed, though he had actually let some of his siblings know what he was doing.

That is to say, He evacuated the bloody country made his way to America where he spent the next few years tinkering with his abilities and posing as a different person every couple of years while keeping subtle contact with the family member's he actually liked.

It was several years before that contact revealed to him that his father had died, suitably from pissing off someone else with those unique powers, and there would be a funeral soon... Hating the man as he did, he'd still learned family values from his brothers and sister and he could at least show up to pay his final Respects. It was one of the few times he actually took his real appearance in the past decade, he also learned many things about his father then, like how he'd been named Adela not just because they'd planned for a girl and his father was an uncompromising asshole, but also because he was incomparably self centered and chose the name because it had belong to some high profile female figure in the past and it made him feel 'higher' than her to have produced someone with the name.

Though not a tear was shed by some it still ended up being a turning point in his life.

His eldest brother had naturally ended up inheriting the family business, and despite his father's insistance that no 'female' would be a part of the family's shadier business Adel had gotten enough sibling tutoring to be unsurprised when his brother approached him with the interest of bringing him back into the business, and his powers with him.

Reluctant as he might have been, he was also far more willing to work for his brother than his father, and ultimately spent an extra year in Cuba practicing as a chemist, and was not alone on the return trip to America. Interestingly enough, he returned with his sister in tow, along with a number of enforcers tasked with crushing a smaller gang's drug den off in [I haven't decided which city yet TnT] an making a foothold for the Diaz's to expand from.

Adel went on to invent a College Student name Nicholar Tesla, a budding Chemistry and Electronics major, as well as a cover job as a DJ hosted in Clubs his family 'sponsors' to help them supply the trade.
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First Known Manifestation (If applicable): He has several theories about his true 'first time', one being that on some primal level he used it right in the womb to swap genders, or maybe the doctors really did just screw up on the ultra sound.

However, the first 'public' use of his power was when he stormed into his Father's meeting room masquerading as a female counter-part, causing no small amount of uproar, nevermind a little backlash in spies in his Father's cabinet, not that he knew about that part.

Additional Info:

[Rowdyruff]

Ashley Washington

Assignment Tracker Profile: AW894

Appearance

Name: Ashley Washington

Nicknames: "Ash"

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Place of Origin: Chicago, Illinois

Occupation: Bartender

Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable): Teleportation -
Ashley has the ability to teleport objects and herself from one location to another. However, due to the manifestation of the power being fairly recent and thus she has a lack of control, she can only move herself and other things in sight to a new location. For example, she'd be able to teleport a kettle out of the room if she was in a kitchen, but she couldn't teleport a kettle into the bedroom if it wasn't in sight. Frequent abuse of her power, as she has discovered, results in nausea and dizziness and she could possibly pass out if she persists after these symptoms arise. Teleportation is silent and the distances she can transport herself and objects is still reasonably short.

Psychological Profile & History:
Ashley's life is nothing to be talked about for centuries to come. She has no "sob story", or a dark childhood. Her parents were her parents, and she was their daughter. She was a very good daughter, at that. There were arguments, sure, as should there be in any family. If you were to ask Ashley's parents they'd struggle to find any really severe issue with their beloved daughter, and Ashley would struggle to find any real issue with her parents.

Her social life was very typical also, she got along with most people at school and slipped into a clique that suited her interests. By no means was she the most popular girl in school, and she received the occasional verbal abuse by bullies, but once again, nothing truly happened to her that could be defined as traumatic or severe. Ashley was quite an ordinary girl, leading an ordinary life. Once she finished High School she went to College, and studied English. She received her degree, escaped her parents, and was set free into the world of adulthood.

She spent a year or so struggling to get employed, and scraping by with just amount money to pay the rent and bills. It was only the perverted eye of a club owner that finally landed her with the job behind a bar serving drinks that she possesses. Nothing dark happened between her and her boss, he just enjoyed having eye candy that he could occasionally inspect whilst he mingled in his club every night. Ashley was fully aware of her boss' sexist and perverted outlook on life, but the job was well paid - and so she remained until her power was manifested.

First Known Manifestation (If applicable):
The night behind the bar had been a slow one. The music had been annoyingly loud throughout the whole night and Ashley had a throbbing headache. Some of the club-goers had also been major pains in the asses, complaining about the "service" despite their being over a dozen other people herding around the bar expecting their drink as soon as they demand it. Ashley had persevered the bullshit however, reluctantly smiling apologetically whenever a customer wasn't satisfied as she handed them their drink. Something that was easy to identify for her however was that her boss had befriended someone that she could only describe as "shady", he wore a tracksuit, had messy facial hair and looked generally unclean.

Throughout the night Ashley's boss had kept nodding to her and prodding a finger whilst speaking to this shady individual, and Ashley had tried her best to ignore it and act like she was completely unaware of how she was being judged like a caged animal at a zoo. She sighed out of relief when the night ended with no fights, and no repercussions from the strange looks her boss' new friend had been giving her every other minute of the evening. Once she was finally finished with work she quickly escaped out of the backdoor of the club and into the alleyway, the weight of the loud and agitating music had been lifted off of her senses and she no longer felt suffocated. Ashley embraced the fresh air, breathing in and out of her nose before she felt something or someone quite forcefully push up behind her. "Hi." She heard a rough, husky voice breathe into her ear from behind.

The grasp on her arms was quite tight and she had no chance of defence against the presumed threat that was now behind her. She was spun around quite quickly and her worries were confirmed. The man that had been talking to her boss all night had her in his hands, and she had no idea what was about to happen to her. He shoved her backwards towards one of the alleyway walls, but she fell backwards against the concrete below before she could reach it. Her head was spinning, the loud music, the fall, and the shock of what had unfolded so quickly had thrown her into a state of bewilderment. Luckily she was able to allow herself to cry out but she was silenced abruptly when the man fell on top of her and dug his knee into her stomach, cutting her off. She pushed up in desperation, trying to haul the bulky individual off of herself. That was when the glint of metal caught her eye. He had a knife. She panicked, desperately shoving and punching at the physically superior body, hoping somehow that her attempts of survival were fruitless. The man brought the knife up and backwards, ready to punish Ashley for her resistance - and Ashley knew now that she didn't have long left.

There was the sound of skin being separated by the sharp blade, but the sound of agony escaped the man's lips instead of hers. Ashley opened her eyes, hardly realising that she had shut them out of fear. The man's mouth and eyes were wide open, as if he'd just been told the most shocking news of all, but he was also noticeably limp. Ashley had little time to react before the man fell clumsily on top of her, and because of this she was able to identify a brown handle sticking out of the man's back. A knife. She diverted her gaze to the man's hands, and saw that he no longer had his weapon of choice in his grasp either. She felt her stomach churn and the vomit rising up to her throat then suddenly she was stood upright on both feet, staring at the limp body that was only moments before on top of her. Ashley swallowed, trying to prevent herself from vomiting, and she turned and ran - abandoning the scene. At the time she wasn't able to truly process what'd happened that night, but she couldn't fight away the thoughts that insisted that perhaps she had killed that man that night.