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> Accessing NEST Databanks...

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@Mr Allen J

• Jago Javuant
• Newt Javuant
• Diana Lucker
• Wendy Lucker
• Fiona Barrett
• Kai Anaru

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@UrbanEvolution

• Benjamin Voss

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@Whimsicott

• Ivan Sinclair

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@Redrum

• Penelope Thomas

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@Caits

• Rosie Radgeltza

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@Verminlord

• Chloe Knight

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Jago Andrew Javuant

Basic Information

Name:

Jago Andrew Javuant (JJ, The Ultimate Shield)

Age:

14

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

A very youthful and proud teen. Jago has the looks of an outgoing person, the kind of kid that spends plenty of time outside and doing things rather than lazing around the house. Hell, someone could say that he has the looks of an adventurer. But he tends to have the young relaxed teen vibe most of the time. Moving around and walking with confidence and a cocky swagger. He's rather tall for his age, standing shoulders above other teens at a solid 5'8. His build is very thin and waifish, he's skinny, but he has a bit of muscles. Not the "I lift" kind of muscles, but more of the "I run, and do gymnastics" muscles. His arms and legs are particularly muscular - another thing I should note about them is that they're long, they make up a bit of his height. However, the boy has been hitting the gym quite often in hopes of getting ripped. They're hard to notice unless he takes off his clothes and shows some skin. Speaking of skin; Jago is obviously African-American. He has a chocolate brown skin color, tanned from spending plenty of time in the sun.

His face is coated with some dark freckles. Free from blemishes and acne - but he has plenty of scars coating his skin from rough play. His appearance clearly implies he's been during various activities, but clearly rough-housing. His crooked nose was broken in fights fairly frequently and just never healed right. Along with a few scars here and there - mostly around his knees from tripping - he's clearly been in some stuff. Going back to Jago's African-American heritage, his facial features are structured very much like African-Americans. His skull shape, thick lips, and hair-texture give this away. Jago's facial features are rounded and smooth - blending seamlessly with each other - along with a rectangle shaped head. His chin is small, and square, blending into his sharp jawline very well. His nose is medium sized, with two large nostrils and a thick nose bridge, and like it's been stated before, is quite crooked. He has large lips, along with a wide mouth. His ears are small, yet quite round. Jago's eyes are small, usually giving off a lazy, bored look, or a fierce, determined, confident, glare. One thing Jago has been notable for is his thick, straight, dark-black hair color. It's a usually wild hair-style, since he keeps them all in shoulder-length, thick, dreadlocks. They move and flow just as he does.

Jago's attire, and style, varies depending on his mood. But his most common style is either a hip-hop based outfit, an athletic outfit, casual attire, or bland outfits that allow freedom of movement. That said, there's few kinds of clothes Jago won't wear.

Skills/Talents:

Jago has quite a few, all of them were taught to him by others. His most obvious skill is that he's very agile and fast because of his acrobatic, and gymnastic training - but it's been ages since he actually practiced it. Most of his training had stuck with him through the years since he uses it a lot. He can climb, is very quick on his toes, and is very acrobatic. Jago is also exceptionally skilled at playing basketball, and has played a little bit of soccer. Jago has also taken to skateboarding. Because he's a particularly mouthy teen, Jago's parents had invested in some Karate classes to teach him how to defend himself, and maybe discipline him. His greatest skill would have to be how clever, quick thinking, and creative he is. A cunning trickster by default, he can think outside the box merely by instinct.

Brief Backstory:

This is also Newt's backstory. Fortunately, the life of Jago and Aisha Javuant isn't a long one.

The pair were twins born to the Javuant family years after their first child, Deborah Javuant. They were born into a military family, with their father being a Ranger for the United States Army. They were moved around a lot, as their father was moved from station to station. So, while they were growing up, they didn't stick around in one place for too long. This process stopped once their father went to go fight in the Iraq war. Depriving the two of their father during the crucial years of their life. It was years before he came back, and the Javuants decided to settle down in the city of Black Fall, Pennsylvania. This is where the twins truly shined. They became problem child right off the bat. A pair of jackasses, and trouble makers. They constantly got thrown in detention, got into fights, and pulled pranks. They were kicked out of their first school, and sent to an even worse one. Where they became even worse. However, once they were twelve, the twins got into a fight with some other students. They were utterly ganged up on, and beaten. This was enough to awaken their latent abilities. Shields and Telekinesis for Jago, and Enhanced Condition for Newt. They used their powers to get themselves out of the fight - and were immediately detained by NEST Agents. They were registered, and the twins were told that Deborah was also a Metahuman with Cerebral abilities. This introduced the twins to the world of Metahumans. Did they use their powers responsibly? Hell no. They caused all sorts of trouble for NEST, and by that extent, their family. It all ended in a little event that Jago was planning with some friends. His hardcore night of debauchery. Which resulted in widespread chaos all over Black Fall. Stuff was stolen, broken, and urinated on. However, the twin's reign of terror ended when they were beaten up by an asshole Lizardman. Instead of facing juvie for their actions NEST sent them to Oregon to attend Camp ThinkerRock.

Power Information

Power Class:

Cerebral

Power:
Telekinetic Shields

Jago has the ability to create telekinetic barriers with little energy or focus as far as the eye can see. Jago's barriers are translucent, dark-purple or blue, and come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Though, Jago is more specialized in creating walls, he can create curved walls, or spheres. He can't move them, the barriers are effectively stationary (Though, they can be moved with enough strength) until he becomes more refined in them, but he can create floating shields just fine. He can control what goes through them. For example, he can make it so that people can attack from inside his shields, or render them inaccessible from both sides. These force-fields have varying levels of durability, all depending on how much effort he puts into it. They can be enough to block a person, or stop an augmented punch from a super-strong meta. Though, the more pressure they're put under, the harder it is it for him to keep them going. Right now, Jago can only create bouncy, flexible shields. If his shields were hit by anything, they would deform, and Jago would be able to bounce it back, with a variety of other uses. Bouncy shields are a bit harder to destroy than his other shields because they're far more shock absorbent. He's working on creating traditional, "solid" shields by gaining a higher degree of control. He will be able to learn how to create reflecting, and deflecting shields with time. In regards to energy, or non-physical, attacks, Jago's shields block simply them regardless of the type of shield he has deployed, and they cause no deformations in his shields. One technique he believes he can do is that he can wrap his barriers around his limbs, to create an armor around himself. Bringing his durability up a bit. There are plenty more techniques he can come up with as he becomes better at controlling his ability, but it's more of a creativity kind of thing. He just needs to think outside the box with his power.

Telekinesis

Making up the other half of Jago's power is good old telekinesis, baby! A recent development, and it came with the epiphany that his power is truly telekinetic in nature. By default, he can do the usual telekinetic techniques of lifting, throwing, pushing, attracting, and generally controlling the motion of any solids. It's also possible for him to bend, crush, or stretch objects. He does these techniques via hand/arm, and leg, motions - it's also possible to move it with a thought, but his control won't be as precise. By pointing his hand at an object, and with concentration, he can move it, as it "follows" his motions. By thrusting his hand outward, or swinging it really hard, he can send it flying at a speed of his choice. Get the idea? It's entirely possible for him to do this to multiple objects at once - with one motion, in fact. He can also be extremely precise with his telekinesis. The most he can lift up without strain is 200lb. Jago can also use telekinesis on himself. More or less giving him the ability to control his own movements. Such as flight/levitation, sliding along the ground, putting more force behind his punches, controlling his balance, and more precise movements. There are plenty more applications he can do, but that'd bog down the sheet.

Limits:

For specific limits, I'll start with his shields. There's the given weaknesses of larger and more durable his shields, the more effort it'll take to keep them going. However, Jago technically has no limit to how many shields he can put up at a time, but it comes down to a quality vs quantity thing. The more shields he has up, the less overall durability they'll have (Depends on size and durability). Putting constant pressure on Jago's shields is dangerous. While he can make them quite durable, the more pressure they're put under, the harder it'll be for Jago to keep them going. However, "constant pressure" means a lot of really hard hits coming on it at once. For example, a really strong punch won't cause any extra effort, but a barrage from anything stronger than a .40 Cal will make it harder for Jago to keep it going. It's also possible to break them if they get hit with more than what they can take. Limits specific to his telekinesis, they're simple. Moving heavier objects, moving objects quickly, and the more advanced uses, tire him out faster. The absolute weight-limit to Jago's telekinesis has to be two tons, and he wouldn't be able to move anything close to that weight without pushing himself far beyond his limits and coming close to ashing. The most he could hope to do is bring a stop to it. There's also a few limits when it comes to people (All of which might be psychological). He can move people around (Even restrain or throw them), but he can't do stuff like choke them, bend them behind their natural limits, tear them to pieces, and such and such. Obviously, his telekinesis ability only applies to solids - he cannot manipulate energy or anything on an atomic level. He can manipulate liquids somewhat, but not to a great degree.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The first problem Jago has is concentration. All of his abilities rely on focus and concentration. Break it, and all uses of Jago's power will be cancelled. He also requires hand motions for all of his abilities. While he can use them without motions, he won't be as refined or precise. Jago cannot use his shields and his telekinesis at the same time, he has to cancel one usage before beginning the other. However, he can fly/move around and make shields at the same time. Overusing his abilities (Or maintaining a single use for too long) causes his body to receive damage and degrade over times. This in the way of him bleeding out of every orifice, awful headaches, strain his muscles, and at it's most extreme; brain damage and failing organs.

Relationships

Family:

Father - Jacob Javuant
Mother- Susie Javuant
Uncle - David Termellio
Aunt - Taya Termellio
Sister - Aisha/Newt Javuant
Sister - Deborah Javuant (Has Psychometric-Perception, Telepathy, & Premonitions)

Dynamics:

Aisha "Newt" Javuant | Good | Twin-Sister | "You know, we fight all the time over stupid shit, but you know we make a great team..." |

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Aisha ''Newt'' Javuant

Basic Information

Name:

Aisha Phoebe Javuant (But everyone calls her Newt)

Age:

14

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Newt is certainly a young and spastic teen. Much like her twin brother, Newt is much taller than a girl her age should be. She is nearly at the average adult female height. But she herself still feels rather short compared to other people. Her frame is thin, and her body is trim from all the activity she goes through. She's basically skin and bones. She has the appearance of someone who's transitioning into a healthy woman, or someone in the middle of puberty. Her voice is getting deeper, her breasts are growing, with gaining a more womanly shape (Curves and hips). It seems like she'll certainly be a full woman once she finishes, but she's far from that. But she's certainly feminine. She's energetic, and never can seem to hold still, and her movements are quick and wild. Even when she's holding still, she's always looking like she's about to explode in a ball of energy. Strangely enough, Newt does not have one mark on her body. Her skin is so clear and flawless that it would make a super-model jealous. It’s surprising since, given the rough play she goes through, anyone would expect her to be heavily scarred.

Newt is clearly African-American, her skin, skull-shape, and facial features are consistent with African-Americans. Her skin is a dark-brown color. However, Newt's body is splattered with black freckles against her brown skin. Newt's facial features are rounded, and smooth, nothing looks disproportionate from one another. She has a rectangle shaped head, and with a small square chin much like her brother. She doesn't have much of a jawline at the moment, but it is developing. Her nose is medium sized with rather big nostrils, and a thin nose bridge, making her nose look almost triangle shaped. Surprisingly, it isn't crooked or broken. She has thick lips that are usually painted bright red via lipstick. She has some small ears that are thin, and kinda pointy. Her eyes are very large, and round, they have a puppy-eyes look all the time. Her iris is a brown color. She has a long neck. In terms of hairstyle, Newt has two large afro puffs on each side of her head. Normally her hair is wavy, and thick, but she doesn't really maintain it all that well, so it's pretty messy and dirty. Often, Newt has a few stickers of stars on her cheeks, or alternatively, she draws stars on them with a marker.

Newt would love to wear all the clothing that her parents would never let her wear, but she's forced to look somewhat presentable. But if given the opportunity to, she would wear ripped jeans, leggings, stockings, bikinis, and just skimpy clothing in general. Though, she is forced to dress somewhat normally. She'll be forced to wear clothing that covers her skin, such as jeans, and jackets. Through Newt likes to take this to it's logical extreme and dress up like a ninja. Wearing hoodies over hoodies and jackets over jackets. She's also fond of wearing gloves, boots, and high heels. The most standout feature of Newt's attire is that ridiculously long bright-red scarf with black edges. It's at least seven feet in length, and she keeps it wrapped around her neck or her face. Usually Newt is seen wearing jewelry of the ear-ring variety. Sometimes she's seen wearing hoop earrings, or usual.

Skills/Talents:

A girl that's really light on her toes. She's fast, agile, quiet, and can hide pretty well. Just pray to God that you're not playing hide and seek with her. This is partly due to being in gymnastics. She's also a very good pick-pocket, using her powers in conjunction with her dexterous hands. Newt is also being forced to learn to play piano, she's not that good at the moment, but she's getting there. Her twin brother Jago has shared a few of his skills with his. Such as his Karate, basketball, and so on.

Brief Backstory:

(See: Jago's sheet)

Power Information

Power Class:

Super-System

Power:
Superhuman Condition.

Aisha has a godly body for a fourteen year old girl. She is at her (Super-natural) prime. That said, Aisha has your typical superhuman abilities. Her body has been enhanced in a few fields, such as her agility and strength, among other things. However, her agility is simply top-tier, and easily the most improved part of her body by a long shot. She's insanely flexible, she can go from one motion to another with ease, sprint, do backflips, and other tricks with little effort. Her body/muscle control, hand-eye coordination, and balance are insane, allowing her to perform stunts with little strain on her body. Aisha can also bend twist her body far beyond the normal limits, her muscles and skin are more flexible, and her limbs are double-jointed. Meaning she can perform contortions that look like she's boneless. She's also great with those hands of hers, they move at a blur, and are insanely precise. Which can allow her to quickly snatch something. This power also allows Aisha to run faster (at like 35 mph consistently) and jump higher (At least a good twenty feet in one leap). Her reflexes have been increased to boot, she can react to things the moment she sees it coming. In a fight, the implications are obvious; she can easily and effectively dodge attacks - moving like a blur. Finally, Aisha has the ability to wall crawl by taking advantage of van der Waals force. Aisha can cling to any surface.

Aisha's strength has also been enhanced by a few notches, and supplements her agility. She can lift up to 650lb on her own, and that's enough to throw a grown man around like it's nothing, or throw a bone breaking punch. Her healing ability has been enhanced, to the point of regeneration. Aisha’s ability to regenerate damaged cells is astounding. She’d heal from superficial wounds like paper cuts, microfractures, and so on, in a few minutes. Bigger wounds such as deep cuts will be closed in a few hours. Broken bones would be healed in a week. Get the gist? She is also capable of regenerating limbs. It’ll take a few months to grow back something like an arm, but it’s possible. Because of her high healing-factor, her immune-system and metabolism have been similarly enhanced. And finally, her stamina has been enhanced to the point where she could sustain all of these feats, and not even need a breather. She can also hold her breath for awhile.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Yes, Newt's body has been enhanced to godly levels, but there are some aspects that haven't been enhanced; namely her durability. It's still technically at the human level, and in some areas, weaker than the human average. Her joints, tendons, and ligaments are frail, and much easier to damage. She must know her limits, and control her body accordingly. Since, while she has the strength to bench press a piano, her skeleton can't support it and it'd still crush her. If she punches someone full force, then she's not going to be using that hand for awhile. Even if she jumps and lands the wrong way, she could break a joint very easily. And, even with regeneration, she's no wolverine, she can't instantly bounce back from damage, she needs time. Newt is a fragile-speedster by default, fast as hell, but can't take too much of a hit. That said, there's more weaknesses. Specifically in terms of her metabolism, it runs fast enough that she remains in great shape, but it also means her body requires more food, drink, and rest in order to keep function. If she goes without those for too long, then her body will shut down. And that's bad. Her regeneration has a few weaknesses of it's own. For starters, it kicks her metabolism into overdrive, and can drain her far quicker than usual.

Then there's the fact that she can't heal from brain damage, or attacks that would instantly kill her. If there's an object in the way, it interferes with her regeneration until the object is removed. Also, if a broken bone isn't braced properly, then it will not heal correctly, and will likely have to be broken again. Her enhanced senses also present a few, rather obvious, weaknesses of their own. Sensory overload. Bright lights, loud sounds, strong odors, you see, attacks on the senses tend to be extremely painful for Newt, and almost just as damaging. Taking a flashbang to the face would render her blind and deaf, at least until her healing factor corrected the damage. Finally, while Newt can resist fatigue, it doesn't mean she can go on forever. The lactic acid buildup would cause an incredible pain, and force her to stop whether she wants to or not (Or else it'll be painful).

Relationships

Family:

Father - Jacob Javuant
Mother- Susie Javuant
Uncle - David Termellio
Aunt - Taya Termellio
Brother - Jago Javuant
Sister - Deborah Javuant (Has Psychometric-Perception, Telepathy, & Premonitions)

Dynamics:

Jago Javuant | Good | Brother | "Hahahaha... Jago, pttf. A goon, wannabe, tough guy, fun. He’s all of those things, and more Me and him working together with trouble on our mind we can get shit done." |

Other

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Diana Jolene Lucker

Basic Information

Name:

Diana Jolene Lucker

Age:

19

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Short and firey. That's what people get the impression of the second they see her. Right off the bat, a lot of people can tell that she isn't a ball of sunshine, and kittens. Rarely does she ever remove that scowl from her face, and just looks like she's ready to fucking explode. Diana's build is thin, and boyish. She's almost comically short (At 5'1 ft), and weighs a just right amount for her bmi. She has a solid square shaped body with a solid build, to be precise. One thing that she has going for her is her chest area. Diana has a C-cup bra size, and given how comically small she is, she looks much bustier. It's offset by a flat behind that nobody's anaconda wants! People like to say that she has a "boy ass" just to taunt her (Don't, unless you want to get punched in the nose). Her limbs are very short and slim, but they're somewhat muscular because of all the work Diana does. She's the kind of woman who works out whenever she can. Her hands and are small (And scarred!). The woman has faint abs she's been working on.

There aren't really any scars or marks on them because of her power. Diana's facial features are very European, being a mixed bag of European countries - French, Irish, Swedish, and Canadian. Speaking of her facial features, she has diamond shaped facial features, with a small, round head. Most notably, Diana has very small and poky lips, that have some thickness to them. They don't have makeup on them, so they're a very dull pink color. She doesn't exactly have a strong jawline, but her cheeks and chin aren't pronounced enough to stand out, and simply blend in with her jaw. Diana has a pronounced droopy nose that looks disproportionate to her lips. It's medium sized, and has a pretty thick nose bridge, one that has nostrils that aren't too small, or too large. Her ears are small, round, and slightly pointed at the top. With a light splatter of freckles on her face, and upper body, to top things off. Finally, Diana's other most prominent feature is her hair. Her hair color is very bright, that Swedish Blonde color. It's straight, very clean, and styled as a spiky pixie cut with the sides of her head being combed.

Contrary to her appearance and attitude, Diana has a strange schoolgirl style. She's almost always seen wearing a skirt of some kind, with a modest top (A sweater, a button up, etc). However, she loves to wear tall leather boots (Or combat or steel-toed boots). Diana doesn't exactly wear jewelry over than some rings.

Skills/Talents:

I should note that her true talent is the automotive field. Diana is a very talented driver. If you're robbing a bank, she'd be a great get away driver. She also knows a bit about the layout of cars... enough to know what to do to steal some cars. Diana's an avid car jacker, give her a few minutes and she'll be inside someone's car, and already speeding off with it. Diana also has a limited knowledge of automotive repair. That isn't to say that she isn't good at other crimes. Diana is a pretty good pickpocket, and is very sneaky beaky. The kind of gal that's real light on her feet. She could get behind you and scored a hit before you even noticed she was there! Fighting was something that always came naturally to Diana. When she rolled with a gang, they taught her how to fight. No official MA, but her friends taught her some tricks from various fighting styles. She is quite formidable in a fight. Though, fighting dirty is more of her thing. It's nothing that she would admit, but Diana is a ballet dancer, and a beautiful one. She still takes the time to practice the techniques that she learned years ago. She's still a great dancer. This is barely a skill, but Diana knows a little bit about the crime world. It stops at illegal racing, but she knows a bit.

Brief Backstory:

Diana Lucker was born in Stadium City to Ewan and Lucy Lucker right in the midst of NEST's grand offensive against the Tyrants. She was a happy child... until her mother was caught in the crossfire between NEST and Tyrants and blown in half by a Tyrant. This utterly devastated the family, to the point where her father couldn't take care of her, and sent her to Verthaven to live with his parents. Diana didn't know how to feel about this, she felt abandoned. Her grandparents were too old to give a shit, and Diana felt like was living on her own. However, she met another girl like her, Maxine Carter, who recently lost her own father. The two girls bonded, and found much in common with each other. Becoming the best friends... then they started getting into all sorts of trouble. Both of them got involved with gangs, gambling, and doing everything girls their ages shouldn't. Often getting sent home by the VPD, and chided.

This routine continued until her powers manifested. Elemental control over paper... one of the lamest powers out there. Maxine got the far cooler control over fire and it's byproducts. Before the duo could cause more trouble, Diana was sent back home to her family in Stadium City. Getting separated from Maxine was bad enough - but her fuckin' father went off and married some Asian broad while she was gone! Un-fucking-belieable! Even had a kid... Wendy Lucker. Despite Diana's cold reception, the two girls warmed up to each other, and got really close. However, Diana decided to get back involved in the same old, without her best friend Maxine, and started trouble fast as possible. Getting involved in Metahuman gangs around Stadium City. Naturally getting in trouble with NEST. While spending some time with her little sister. It turns out that Wendy had the same power as her! How sweet was that? Things went to shit for Diana once she tried getting initiated with the Tyrants, and it got raided by NEST. Diana almost got away, but she was no match for NEST's crackshot Sonya Mayfield. A taser dart hit her right in the ass, and she fell forward.

NEST was damn near ready to send her to prison, before Sonya Mayfield suggested that she gets into the ThinkerRock program to straighten up. Diana didn't want to go to any circle-jerky summer camp, but her father agreed to it because Diana needed to get away from bad influences. Well, at least Wendy was going....

Power Information

Power Class:

Elemental

Power: Elemental-Type: Mode Paper
Paper-Manipulation.

Also known as Papyrokinesis, Diana has an elemental ability relating to paper, card, and cardboard. She can telekinetically control paper on a large scale - capable of controlling several tons worth of paper at a time - and shape them without bending or tearing it. Creating complicated structures is simple for Diana, since her ability naturally gives her a high degree of control over her paper. This is assisted by paper's flexibility. She can create a building out of paper if she's given enough time. While this may sound lame, but Paper is a pretty good weapon against unarmored targets. She can form it into sharp blades that'll give a sucka a nasty papercut, or pack it together to create a dense, high impact, blunt weapon. On the other end, it works very well defensively. If she has enough paper, she can create a shield that'll stop a projectile (Possibly a bullet if she has enough time). Outside of fights, she can create clothes, forge documents, repair damaged paper, and more. This ability goes in tandem with her ability to turn into (or make herself weightless like) paper. Wendy showed her that she can fly by creating a giant paper construct, or riding it like carpet. Just pray you don't fight her in a office supply store.

Paper-Mimicry.

Diana has the ability to turn into paper. Whether it's a storm of individual (Or one whole piece) paper pages, or into cardboard. This ability, amazingly enough, extends to the clothes she's wearing, and the objects she's holding. So no, she won't be naked when she reforms, boys. The main usage is probably turning into individual pieces of paper, so I'll go into that one the most. Diana can individually control each piece of paper, and naturally, this gives her a form of flight, or teleportation if I'd go far enough to call it that. She can turn into a cloud of paper, move, then reform. This gives her a heightened dodging ability, and basically makes her immune to physical attacks. Turning into dense cardboard and throwing a punch can make someone feel like they were bitchslapped by a Bible. Diana can also partially turn into paper or cardboard. Some of her paper powers extends to her true form - in the way that she can adopt the weight of paper. She can possibly fly by riding wind currents (albeit, very erratically), or by the aforementioned means. This ability to adopt the weight of paper extends to her clothes, and the objects she's holding (REQUIRED SECONDARY POWERS).

Paper-Absorption & Storage.

As a combination of both aforementioned ability, Diana can store paper inside of herself. It's simple, she turns into paper and places the foreign paper inside of herself. Ready to be used at a later date. When she wants to use it, all she has to do is pull the paper out of her body. To an outsider, it'll appear almost like she created the paper out of thin air. She can use it like shooting a blade of paper out of her hand. Diana also has a regenerative ability. It's pretty simple, if she has an injury, all she has to do is turn it into paper, and absorb some paper to fill the wound. It won't work on a bruise, but it's handy for cuts.

Ink-Manipulation & Generation.

As a side ability, Diana as a minor Melanokinetic ability. She can't, say, throw gigantic globs of ink at people, but she can manipulate the ink on paper into whatever she pleases. She can pull the ink off the pages, and throw it around at people, but like I said before, she can't do anything more than that. Pulling ink off the pages is only useful if she wants to put it on something else. She also has the ability to produce ink from her fingertips, which she can manipulate in any way she chooses.

Limits:

Each of Diana's individual abilities have their own limits. For paper manipulation, she has the usual range limit of around thirty-feet, and the max weight limit of two tons of paper. Diana cannot remain in paper form for too long - the maximum limit is inhibited by how long she can hold her breath. If she runs out of breath, she has to turn back into human form, or, you know. So, she can only remain as a storm of paper for only so long. Even if she's one solid piece of paper, she's still limited. She can only scatter herself around twelve feet. Diana can't use paper manipulation while turned into paper - she'll only be able to control her own paper. Also, absorbing paper into herself weighs her down, thus, preventing her from going weightless unless she expels it. It'll also come with the feeling of being weighed down. Diana's regeneration won't really work if she's wet, or too bloody. So, if she's gushing blood, she's going to have a problem. Diana's ink manipulation basically has a tactile range. She can only control ink that's within two feet of herself - and in that case, she's better off just touching it. She can produce two quarts of Ink at most.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Diana's power makes her a bit more... flammable. Even in human form, she'll burn away like paper if she's exposed to flame. Which could spread, and she'll have no choice but to drop that part of her body unless she wants to burn up. Fortunately, water doesn't do anything to her human form, so she can take a swim. However, if she's soaken wet, then she can't turn into paper. Now, I have to go over the weaknesses of paper. They should be obvious, Diana cannot control paper that is soaken wet, or burned. So fire/water benders are her bane. She can work with torn paper, of course. Gusts of wind can also be a pain in the ass. It'll send the paper she's controlling flying, and make her lose control of it. This can also be a problem if she's a storm of paper. It'll send her veering off course. This means outdoor areas aren't her favorite place.

Relationships

Family:

Lucy Lucker Mother (Deceased)
Ewan Lucker - Father
Kumiko Lucker - Step-Mother
Wendy Lucker - Half-Sister

Dynamics:

Wendy Lucker | Good | Sister | "Lucky Wendy's a good girl. She just needs to get the hell out of that eccentric-ass shell of hers and smell the fresh air. Those books can't take the place of humans - speaking of which, isn't it fitting that she got the ability to control paper?" |

Other

• Diana has done it all. Smoke, drink, do drugs, and more. Only thing that stuck with her was smoking. Whenever she gets some time to herself, she'll be seen with a cigarette in between her lips.
• Diana is a gambler at heart. She won't hesitate to make bets, and always carries around dice in her pockets.

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Wendy Emily Lucker

Basic Information

Name:

Wendy Emily Lucker (Some people call her Lucy)

Age:

15

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Wendy is a rather unremarkable teenage girl. Much to her chagrin, Wendy hasn't exactly been blessed with the feminine charms that'd hook boys to her. She's very lacking in the boobage and butt area, her body just lacks curves. Her chest is flat, to the point where she contemplates whether or not she even needs a bra. What doesn't help either is her height. She stands at the male average, and very little boys are interested in a girl that's as tall as them. People get the impression that her mother just had to be an Amazon. She has a square build with little hips, she's very skinny and lithe. Mixed with her height, one could mistake her for a swimmer. Just in an attempt to make herself more striking, Wendy wears her hair quite long. Her flowing mane of black hair is at least waist length, and rather unkempt. Many people have commented on her bad grooming skills. However, she has some bangs over her forehead. Now, Wendy is a girl that is somewhat distinct for her ethnicity. She is mixed, she's part Irish/French, and part Japanese. However, Wendy appears 100% Caucasian. Her skin is a modest beige color, that isn't pale nor tan. Her square facial features are more consistent with Irish people. What betrays this is her obviously slanted eyes, that only very observant people would be able to tell. Now, Lucy has a rectangle-shaped face. Her nose is medium sized, has a droopy shape, but is otherwise has well proportioned nostrils, nose-bridge, etc. It matches her thin lips that haven't been touched by lipstick once. Wendy's ears are crescent shaped, and medium-sized. Eyes are a unremarkable brown color, and are roundish-almond shaped.

Wendy isn't particularly stylish, she's very modest, or schoolgirl like. However, she dresses like a detective. She's never seen without a trench coat of some sort that has tons of pockets. Underneath this, she wears a button up or any manner of shirt. Usually, her shirts are white, and her trenchcoats are tan. Wendy isn't picky about her legwear, and they can range from skirts, to cargo pants, to jeans. Though, skirts are her main thing. Her eyes are hidden behind a pair of circular, thin-framed, glasses.

Skills/Talents:

Skills? Well, Wendy don't have too many skills because she heavily invested herself in reading. Her primary skill is the result of a very creative and imaginative mind - drawing. Wendy has dedicated herself to art. Other than that, her love of reading has really made her quite intelligent and perceptive (She reads all sorts of books). As for sports, Wendy is into Tennis.

Brief Backstory:

Wendy was born in Stadium City as the daughter of Ewan and Kumiko many years after his first wife was killed in a Metahuman attack. Wendy lived a rather sheltered life, since she was naturally adverse to social interaction. She'd rather read a book or two than have a conversation with someone. However, she wasn't Ewan's first child. Oh no, her sister was the troublesome Diana Lucker. After the death of his first wife, he sent Diana to Verthaven to live with her grandparents. Now Diana came back into her life, who became a miscreant, a thug, a punk - who hung out with all the wrong people, and gambled, while in Verthaven. A changed woman from the little girl that Ewan sent off. Despite their differences, the two sisters are quite close - even though one wants the other to change their ways. However, Diana manifested superpowers while in Verthaven due to the Black Fall Effect, the ability to control paper. She started getting involved with local Metahuman gangs, and committing crimes on a grander scale. Diana was picked up by NEST, and gotten in juvie several times. It wasn't long before Wendy manifested powers of her own - secretly - and touched Diana. Their nervous-systems lit up with the green Metahuman energy, before the flash of light disappeared and Wendy had the same power as Diana, with little clue that she had replicated it.

Her parents (and by that extent, NEST) assumed that she simply had the same exact power as her sister. Diana and Wendy got much closer, as the two trained to use their powers together. Finding out some creative ways to use it. However, Diana then took Wendy along to meet her friends, and when they shook hands, their hands started glowing with the Metahuman energy. That's when Wendy gained Pyromancery (Albeit a slight version), and it turned out that she was a Replicator. She talked about it with her parents, and they decided, for her sake, that they keep this a secret, and tell everyone that Paper Manipulation is her only power. However, Diana got in a load of trouble with NEST during a crime-spree (And she was shot in the ass by a sniper). NEST said that if Diana joins the ThinkerRock program, and adjusts her attitude, then she won't go to jail. Wendy herself was sent to the camp after a disagreement over a late library book escalated into a fight (That ruined almost every book in that library), and she was arrested.

Little did she know, she was walking into a Summer Camp full of juvenile delinquents.

Power Information

Power Class:

Power/Elemental

Power:
Elemental Power-Replication.

Powers work very similarly to each other, in theory. She has the power to copy another Metahuman's power long as they have another Elemental-type ability. It works by absorbing a little bit of their Metahuman energy, and by that extent it's contact based. How long Wendy holds contact with a Metahuman dictates how much of the power she replicates. Brushing up against someone will give her an ability so weak that it's useless. While extended contact will grant her the full ability. Of course, there are a few differences between the owner's and her replicated ability as it will "mutate" as it goes from one person to another. The largest difference is that it runs off "fuel" (I.E. The Element that she uses). Whenever she uses her power she uses up a bit of the element that she has inside of herself, and once it runs out, she's powerless. She can absorb the element into her body to keep using the fuel. Maxine can store powers she used before inside of herself (Up to three). She is limited to one power at a time, and in order for her to switch power, she would need to absorb some of said element.

• Paper Manipulation & Mimicry/Ink Manipulation & Generation.
  
  Wendy has her sister Diana's power copied (Read her sheet for details). This is Wendy's "main" power, and the one she's the most familiar with. So far, Wendy has exceeded her sister in usage of it. Like the rest of the abilities she copies it runs off "fuel", and she has to absorb paper to keep using it.

• Fire Manipulation.
  
  Wendy has a minor form of pryomancery which she accidentally gained during her miss adventures after shaking hands with it's owner. She can't produce a firestorm, but she can throw a fireball at someone the size of a baseball, and shoot streams of fire. Like her other power, she has to absorb fire to keep using it. It comes with an immunity to heat.

Limits:

As it was mentioned above, Wendy can store up to three elemental abilities inside of herself. However, once she reaches that limit, she'll have to discard one ability for another. She doesn't have the level of skill to choose yet, so it'll be random. Wendy can only use one power at a time. In order to switch to a different power, she has to absorb some of the Element. I also mentioned running off fuel, so it's very possible that she'll run out of powers. The biggest limit is that she has no clue how to use a power from the start. She has to figure out how to use it herself, or get taught how to use it. Again, she inherits the limits of the owner. Go see Diana's sheet for the limits. Though, I should note that she's only really skilled with Diana's power from years of using it. If she loses it, then she'll basically be using a weapon she doesn't know. Her Fire Manipulation is very weak, and she can only control a small amount of flame, and send it like fifteen feet of herself.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Whenever Wendy copies an ability, she is "locked" into the power until she figures out how to use it. Even if she accidentally copies a power by brushing up against someone, she'll be locked. Which can be a problem if she's locked into a power that's useless (or has no clue how to use). Just to reiterate Diana's weaknesses, while using Paper Manipulation, Wendy will be extra flammable, and she can't use paper that's soaked/burned. Her pyromancery dehydrates her, and she's still weak against the byproducts of fire (I.E flames and shit).

Relationships

Family:

Euan Lucker - Father
Kumiko Lucker - Mother
Diana Lucker - Sister (Has Paper Manipulation & Mimicry)

Dynamics:

Diana Lucker | Mixed | Sister | "I love Diana... but she really needs to chill out. Dad says I should really stop listening to her." |

Other

• Wendy brought her some book collection with her to keep her occupied. If anyone touches it, then they will be castrated with a paper airplane.
• Wendy is also an avid Photographer. She carries around her black Canon PowerShot SX410 IS 20-0 Megapixel Digital Camera. She'll be seen taking all sorts of pictures (Mostly of scenery, but of people, too). Touch that if you also wish to get castrated.

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Fiona Ashley Barrett

Basic Information

Name:

Fiona Ashley Barrett (Or Cricket Barrett)

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Now, Fiona has a very distinct appearance to her, indeed. She looks like a hybrid of a human being and an insect - with her appearing leaning on human so that she doesn't appear as monstrous as a hybrid would imply. She is covered, from head to toe, in a thin, olive-green, exoskeleton that makes up a light armoring around her being. With segments here and there, and less armor in the joints, she can move around like a human would. To put it simply, Fiona is anatomically the same as a human being, except with an exoskeleton - No extra limbs. Fiona has the traits of a grasshopper, if one was versed in the insectoid realm. On the top of her head are two antennas that are thin and look much like long strands of hair - they are nearly her body height in length. She has two, very large, black, almond-shaped, grasshopper eyes - that appear close to humans. On the sides of her mouth are two mandibles that encompass her mouth when they're closed. Finally, her legs are much thicker, and capable of preforming powerful jumps (Or a kick in a fight). Moving on, Fiona's build is pretty slim, she's slender. Almost petite. I doubt she could even biologically gain visible body fat, or muscles. Her body-shape is roughly rectangle-shaped. Naturally, her legs are much longer than the rest of her body - disproportionately adding on a few inches to a girl that would be naturally be the average female height. Her arms are pretty standard length and proportionate to the rest of her body. Body is relatively scar free (Try scaring chitin!). A few marks here and there from some recent injuries, that would fade once she molts.

Face still humanoid, Fiona has an oval-shaped head, and vaguely European facial-features. Facial features blend neatly together, only having one exposed creek in order for her to move her jaw. She has a very small button nose with small nostrils right above her mouse. With her mouth being small and having very thin lips - along with human teeth. Her cheeks are smooth... I mean not in the texture way, in how they are. I should note that Fiona doesn't have ears - merely two dark holes where her ears should be. These holes are obscured by her hair. Fiona has a head of very curly orange hair (If you're asking how and why; yes). It's very well cleaned, and has a neat texture to it. Lets it flow, it hangs off her head onto her shoulders in a very messy hairstyle. Usually flying around as she moves (Especially when she jumps).

Fiona's voice sounds vaguely humanoid. It has a strange buzzing/chirping overtone that definitely sounds insectoid.

Fiona dresses very lightly... not in the slutty way, but dresses in such a manner that she doesn't get too restricted. With a body like hers, she has to wear clothes a few sizes extra, or else it'd get torn. The legs area is the biggest problem, since she can't properly move without using her legs. Sweat shorts and skirts tend to do the trick. Stuff that leave her legs free. As for style, Fiona has no style. She wears whatever she has access to, really. Colors, and decals, are completely irrelevant - only size are relevant. She'd wear nothing if it wasn't immodest. Fiona always has a large red bow on the top of her head.

Skills/Talents:

Fiona doesn't have too much in terms of skills. She knows how to maneuver in most environments very well (Especially the woods). If she needs to, she can be quick - whether it be running or chasing. Hiding is also a great skill of hers. Fiona is also very talented at the flute.

Brief Backstory:

Fiona was born in Black Fall. Taken from her family a mere few weeks after birth - one of the victims of the Changeling Unit - to be given to the Hands of Science. They experimented on her using power enhancing drugs that would shape how her power develops. These procedures went on until she was three - when NEST raided the lab, and liberated her (Fortunately, retaining the Hands of Science's anonymity because anything that could out the organization was destroyed). From there, Fiona was reunited with her family (And met her many siblings - at least eleven) in a special home for Metahumans with extreme physical mutations that was approved by NEST. Fiona was happy there among abominations like her, and this shaped her as a person. However, a strange illness struck the home, and the whole place was quarantined by NEST. Fiona was fortunate enough not to get infected - but most of her family got infected. She was enrolled in Academy 218 by a NEST Agent named Sonya Mayfield, and she spent the next couple years of her life studying there, exploring her ability. A few weeks ago, Fiona received an email from a strange woman telling her that the cure for virus was in Verthaven, and they should meet at the fair. Going against the advice of all of her friends, Fiona went to Verthaven. However, she was caught in the attack on the fair, and was shot with a stray bullet. Fiona was then kept in NEST care as she healed - before she was sent right up north to Camp ThinkerRock.

Power Information

Power Class:

Super-System: Bestial

Power:
Adjustable Insect-Physiology

Fiona has power of the chitinous arthropods known as the insects! Fiona has the power to shift her body in order to adapt traits from these creatures. Which is a very versatile ability in and of itself. Since there a ton of insects, each with their own purposes. For example, Fiona can transform into an ant and gain strength proportionate to her size. Adapting features of a Bee in order to gain wings and a stinger. And so on - the possibilities are endless. However, I should note that she can't completely transform into an insect. She'd be half-human, or have some humanoid features. Generally, insects have chitin armor, enhanced senses of some form, and extra limbs. I could sit here and go on and on listing variables, but there's just too many. One thing I should note about Fiona is her way of transforming. Once she triggers a transformation, she will molt her original shell, and in the process, gain a new one with the new insects traits. Also, Fiona can force a molt in order to repair damage to her shell - in order to accommodate to her poor healing. However, it is possible for Fiona to regrow a lost-limb using molting, or transforming.

• Cricket-Physiology
  
  Fiona's base/default form. It gives her abilities consistent with the mighty grasshopper! The most obvious advantage is the boost to her jumping ability. She'll be able to jump high and far! It also comes with plenty of leg-strength so she can deliver one hell of a kick. She has fairly strong jaws that are natural to crickets. She can deliver a devastating bite. Crickets have pretty good senses, in fact. More than they're given credit for. Thus, Fiona's several senses are keen. Her vision is pretty good, and she's able to pick up movement much easier than humans are. It gives her a sort of enhanced reflexes, as she can see things faster and, thus, react to them quicker. Plus, she has night vision and can overall see better in low-light environments. Fiona has a great sense of hearing - she can hear from quite a distance away... using her legs (Really, look it up). She can pick up ultra-sonic sounds too. Her sense of smell is also enhanced through her antennas. They are very sensitive, enough so that she may feel around in her environment. It also allows her to pick up scents, so it counts as enhanced smell. Finally, Fiona has special hairs on her body that allows her to sense air movements and pressure changes. Which can allow her to detect if something is coming.

Limits:

Fiona can only adapt one insect at a time, in order to transform into another insect, she must lose the traits of the current form. It takes her a little while in order to transform - depending on the form. A minor transformation should take no more than a minute, while an extreme transformation, at most, would take several minutes. Her Grasshopper form is her technical default form, she can't spend too much time outside of it, or she'll get tired and revert back. While this isn't much of a limit, the most she can spend outside her Cricket form is a day. If she drastically transformed, she'll get tired even faster. Fiona cannot transform too often, she can do five transformations in a day.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

There is no way for Fiona to turn her power off - it's always on. Which makes it obvious, in a public setting, that she's a Metahuman. Which means that she doesn't have the luxuries that the other characters have. She has to hide herself in order to buy anything, she'll stand out more. The weaknesses to Fiona's power itself have should be fairly obvious. Extreme heats and colds are deadly to her - she simply can't handle them like other people can. Her shell heats up quickly so that could cause some permanent damage. Her internal organs freeze easier than regular people too. So, fire and ice benders are her bane. Fiona can't swim, her shell is too heavy and inefficient for swimming, she'll simply sink to the bottom of the body of water. Fiona's senses (In her Cricket form) can also be taken advantage of. Her sense of smell is fine, but her vision and hearing is vulnerable. Mostly her vision. A bright flash of light can really mess up her vision for awhile. She also operates much better in the darkness. I should note that insects regenerate very slowly (if not at all). Internal damage can be a problem (However, damage to her exoskeleton can be fixed). She's going to be in trouble unless there's a healer on hand. Transforming will drain Fiona of her nutrients, and she'll be required to consume in order to recover. Her exoskeleton will always have a few exposed areas, mostly in the joints area - a swift blow there can cause Fiona some trouble. After a transformation (Any transformation, even molting), she will be vulnerable as her new shell hardens. Finally, more drastic transformations will cause Fiona to lose sentience - to the point where she becomes a wild animal. Fiona's Grasshopper form isn't too good for running... only leaping.

Relationships

Family:

Mother - Hopper Barrett (Has Bee Physiology)
Father - Tracer Barrett (Has Ant Physiology)
A variety of brothers and Sisters with insect forms.

Dynamics:

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Other

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Kiri ''Kai'' Anaru

Basic Information

Name:

Kiri Anaru (But people always refer to her as Kai)

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

First thing that people see about Kai is that she's huge. Like way bigger than a seventeen year old should be. Like, the first things that people question about Kai is just what they've been feeding her, or if her mother just so happened to be an Amazon. She's over six-feet tall, and has a very wide build that looks nearly disproportionate to her head. She's a little chub. From her youth, she had a bit of, shall we say, "baby fat" that she was planning on outgrowing, but just so happened to stick with her. She has a belly, and her arms and legs are quite fat. Best way to describe her body is that she has an "apple" build, though she's far from morbidly obese. It's nothing that she's proud of, but it has blessed her in the curves area. Her boobs/butt are quite large. Naturally, she has plenty of stretch marks on her body. Most people say that her weight gives her a rather distinct appearance. Which is true in more ways than her size.

Kai is Polynesian, she has bits of Samoans, Native Hawaiians, and she's very distantly Maori. Being a native of Hawaii (I mean, she lived there). Her skin has a distinct tanned color that matches people of her ethnic group. So does her distinct facial shape, rounded and quite pronounced. Kai's facial shape is very rounded, with her cheeks easily being the most pronounced part of her body. They're called the most pinchable cheeks on the planet! Especially when the girl gets angry, or starts smiling. Her eyes are thin, shall we say. They're a thin almond shape, and they're a light brown color. People have described them as oddly striking... or very beady. Up to interpretation. Her eyelashes are very thin, and her eyebrows are rather bushy. Kai's nose is very round, and upturned, the tip is pointed up ever so slightly. Medium sized, of course - but her nostrils are large. Her lips are medium-sized - but her upper lip is quite thin. Her ears are round shaped, and a little too big for her liking. She'd just hate to be called dumbo. Kai's straight hair is a black color, and is actually well groomed. Her hair is tied into a neat bun on the back of her head.

In terms of outfits, Kiri dresses quite strangely. If Mountain Climber was a style, then Kai would be rocking it! That's because she wears a heavy wintercoat, heavy working boots, gloves, and matching large pants. The kind of heavy clothing that you'd expect someone to wear in the winter. When someone gets Kiri to dress normally, then she isn't no more standout than the average person you'd see on the streets. She'll wear jeans, T-shirts, leggings, etc. She'll never lose the boots. Though, she always likes to wear a jacket (or something with pockets) so that she can walk around with hands in her pockets. I should note that, due to her size, Kai wears boxers opposed to standard panties. Kai's eyes are behind large, thin-framed, glasses.

Skills/Talents:

Kai's main claim to fame would have to be in the water area. She's a very good swimmer for her build, and people have said that if she lost weight, and trained hard enough, she could compete in the Olympics. She just has that good of a talent at swimming. The other thing that the girl excelled at is surfing. She even won a few contests. It was challenge learning how to keep her balance with her weight and size in mind - but that should be a testament of her skill. The last beach skill I should note is that Kai has played Volleyball on the beaches.

Brief Backstory:

Kai was born in Honolulu, Hawaii, to a, you guessed it, a Polynesian family. A big one. She has several brothers and sisters. Both her parents worked in a five-star resort, with her mother being a mere housekeeper, and her father being a teacher. They weren't exactly poor, but they struggled to make ends meat sometimes. Sometimes they had to go without some luxuries for awhile (Cable being one of them). However, the family stayed happy. Kai herself was very invested in the beach - their family didn't live too far away from one. Her father taught her how to swim, how to surf, and her siblings taught Kai how to play volleyball (She wrecked those tourists!). Swimming became one of Kai's passions. So much that the girl would challenge herself by swimming far out into the beaches, or swimming at night. It was a foolish thing to do, but Kai loved the challenge. However, one night, she decided to be a little... "adventurous" and swam out at night. She went out a little too deep, and the waves started carrying her away.

Kai immediately panicked, and this was enough to awaken something deep inside of her: superpowers. She immediately transformed into her element, and freeze enough of the water to climb back to shore. She transformed back, and immediately freaked out. Over the course of the next few days, she eventually figured out her power, and learned how to control it on her own. Starting by learning how to control her transformations. Kai kept this to herself, and practiced in secrecy, afraid of what her family would think if they find out that she's a Metahuman. She managed to keep this facade up well... until she realized that she was getting stronger. Rooms were being cooled by her mere presence, and one incident turned a pool cold as arctic waters. This put the Hawaii branch of NEST on her case - due to the low amount of Metahuman related crimes in the state. Kai had no idea, she just went on without a clue. However, one day on the beach Kai got into an argument with a racist tourist, and it, much to her irritation, escalated into fists. Kai got her ass kicked. It accidentally caused her to lose control of her powers, accidentally froze the girl's hand. Everyone started freaking out, and NEST got involved. Wracked with guilt, Kai admitted to keeping her power a secret. When, if she was more clever, she could have stated that her power just developed.

Now presented an interesting situation. Kai could be arrested for what she did - of course, they enrolled her in the growing ThinkerRock program (When there are far cooler Academies for her to go to). She never been to mainland America, even though she heard so much about this. Despite being arrested, she looked at this situation with a smile. Now she can meet people like herself, and learn about her power.

... Hopefully.

Power Information

Power Class:

Elemental/Supersytem: Biological

Power:
Ice-Mimicry.

When Kai manifested her ability, it came in the form of cyromancery. Except, Kai has the ability to selectively, or fully, transform her body into solid ice. In this form, her body will be anatomically the same as her human form. Except her flesh and bones will be made out of ice - her organs will still be visible through the ice. The advantages of this form come in many ways. For starters, Kai's body is extremely cold, she's sub-zero (Which means that she'll be invisible to all forms of heat detection). Turning into ice comes with a passive temperature manipulation ability that gradually cools the area around her. Second she changes, people will get the chills. While this ability is automatic, Kai can also adjust the rate an area cools. At the cost of expending energy, she can make a room absolutely frigid in a short amount of time. In terms of physical buffs, Kai will be extra durable (Try punching a glacier!), will not feel pain regardless of what attack she receives, and those dealing with biological abilities will find that she's a harder target. Her strength has also been increased to levels where she can lift quite a lot more. Kai can potentially lift up and throw a piano. Pack a lot much force behind her punches. She calls it... Glacier Strength. Heh. She won't be able to compete with a Metahuman dedicated to strength, however.

Time to move onto the more Cyrokinetic aspects of Kai's ability - the main abilities. Now, she isn't a dedicated cyrokinetic, but she has abilities from ice manipulation. First and foremost, Kai can generate ice. She can grow ice off her body in any shape that she can think of. Spikes, hammers, maces! This also extends to shaping her own body in the same way. She can turn her hand into a mace. However, by mixing both abilities together she can potentially create a large mace, or extend her limbs (Though, it's far from elasticity). This also comes with the ability to freeze objects on touch. She can snapfreeze just about anything on touch, and turn a puddle of water into a thin layer of ice. She can't really manipulate it beyond that. A ranged ability that Kai has is what she calls an "ice beam". This is a glowing beam that will freeze anything in it's path. Which will turn anyone stupid enough to stay in the way into a Human-shaped Popsicle (A cannibal's favorite)! Of course, it doesn't have to be a beam. She can shoot it out in orbs, snowflakes, shotgun blasts, etc. The last ability that Kai has is Cyrokinetic regeneration. She's not invincible - but her ability to grow ice can be used to repair damage done in her Ice form (And her ice form alone). She can quickly repair a cracked body, or even regrow a limb.

Several of these abilities also transfer to her human form (Or don't even require that she's ice). For starters, Kai is very, very, very, cold. Like, if you lick her, your god damn tongue is going to stick. She also produces that chilling aura when in human form (Not as quick or extreme, but it can make a room unbearable for other people should she stay in it long enough). Which is contained by the heavy winter clothing she wears. Kai, while in human form, can freeze objects, create ice, drop the area's temperature, and create ice-beams. Basically, she can do everything that doesn't involve turning into ice.

There's also one aspect to her power that's so "no-shit" that it's not even worth noting.

Limits:

The amount of ice Kai can create is limited by her stamina and the moisture of the area. Dryer areas make it much harder for her to produce her ice. Kai's regenerative abilities don't exactly extend to her human form. Now, if you let me explain, the girl can only really regenerate the wounds that she gets in Ice-form. If she's injured while human, then turns into ice, then she can't regenerate that since it'll be her "default". And if she does transform back while damaged, the wound will transfer to her human form. And she won't be able to switch and regenerate it. So, if she turns human while missing an arm, she'll need to visit the arm store.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Heat is the primary counter to Kai's ability. It interferes with her abilities, and weakens her. It's her kryptonite, shall we say. Though, it's going to take a really hot flame to melt Kai into a puddle (You can pour lava on a block of ice, and it doesn't immediately vanish!). The other weakness is, pun totally intended, that Kai is the Mighty Glacier. She has a lot of defensive abilities, and strength, but she's really lacking in speed, and agility. She won't be able to really dodge attacks - more of block them. Nor will be she able to pursue an opponent as her top speed is someone's jog. Kai isn't invulnerable in her ice form, and obviously, strong attacks can break her. While she can repair the damage, her organs are still a viable weakspot. She can't regenerate her organs, and damaging them is a great way to murder Kai.

Relationships

Family:

Father - Hemi Anaru
Mother - Whetu Anaru
Sister - Ruiha Anaru
Sister - Maata Anaru
Brother - Kauri Anaru
Brother - Mikaere Anaru
Brother - Nikau Anaru

Dynamics:

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Other

• Kai has been compared to a polar bear more than once.
• Kai is totally the lifeguard for the camp's pool (Or will become it).

[UrbanEvolution]

Benjamin David Voss

Basic Information

Name:

Benjamin Voss, The Behemoth

Age:

42

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

For a man, Ben is big.

Standing at an enormous 6’10 and weighing in at well over 400lbs, most people never meet a man his size in their lives. He has an incredibly powerfully build frame, not unlike a viking's. This means than he has broad shoulders, a solid build and overall large bones with a thick gut. His body is extremely muscular and riddled with various small scars, ranging in size and shape from many hours spent on various kinds of manual labor. His hair is mid length and curly and is slicked back to be kept out of his eyes. Similarly to in this image. Ben has a square face with a relatively small forehead, and a very strong chin. He has almond shaped, green eyes separated by an average sized noes that stare straight ahead in neutral position that can almost be defined as glaring. Ben's face is often framed with a tidy beard that runs across his jawline and over his lips, and up the center of his chin. His face has several tiny scars, a prominent one cuts through his right eyebrow. None of these are fight related, just due to a fairly labor intensive life. Subtle worry and laugh lines are also permanently etched into his face, as facial expressions are one of his main ways of communicating.

Skills/Talents:

Ben is very, very good at manual labor. His size and stature grant him strength that some, even with strength enhancements arent capable of. Due to his strenuous and generally active lifestyle on the farm back home Ben is also very good at repairing, building, and demolishing things in a safe manner. He's surprisingly adept with his hands in ways that require finesse as well. Years of communication has driven him to be capable and easily legible handwriting and has granted him quite a skillset when it comes to sketching things out. He's no artist, but it's much better that one might expect from a man who is always at risk of breaking the pencil from gripping it too hard.

Brief Backstory:

Ben was born on March twentieth, in 1973, on the day of the Spring Equinox. And right from the start, Ben was different.

Maybe it was the fact that he was a fourteen pound baby, maybe it was the fact that he didn't reach the common first word checkpoint that most children reach, maybe it was the fact that the sheer temperature in the room raised just by him being present. Maybe it was due to a lot of things.

Ben was born with his power, it manifesting itself on the fifth day he was alive in the form of a flower growing out of the palm of his hand. He always had an affinity with the land that most would never dream to see or have, and he considers himself lucky to have the background that he had. Ben was born in Texas, in a hospital, but was raised on the family farm with his mother, father, and immediate or close family such as his father's grandparents, one of which was a doctor who had proclaimed the boy as mute after about a year and a half of his existence, and recommended a few things to help with his aliment. He never lived an especially wealthy life, and so his parents couldn't afford to get lessons in sign language, and so compensated with a dry erase board, a marker, and a handkerchief. Ben attended a public school a little ways away from where he lived up until he graduated high school. He got a mid level education, nothing super special, but kept good grades with A's, B's, and the occasional C in a math class here and there. Not through especially high intelligence, but through good work ethic. Ben was... a very hard worker.

His first day of high school was everything his family dreaded. He laid eyes on a single girl in his class, and decided then and there that he loved her. Despite his reputation of being a teddy bear, the young woman told him to bug off. He looked out the window in the middle of a class, and saw the Principle rolling in on a 1966 Cobra, a sports car that cost more than his father would ever make in five years. He asked if he could drive it. The Principle laughed him off. He saw the 1st place trophy for the football team, demanded that the coach give it to him. "Win us our first tournament in fifteen years," the old fart had told him, "and then we'll see."

A normal boy would have been discouraged, heartbroken with so much disappointment. Ben was not.

Ever the long-term planner, he set to work. The very next day, after school, he had his father drive him across town to the local autoshop, and ran back out with a huge list of parts in hand, leaving a bemused mechanic chuckling alongside his co workers. Within the week, he'd turned the backyard into his own personal workshop, complete with roof, work space, and supplemented with his father's tools (whenever he nabbed them when his dad wasn't looking). The junkyard became one of his favorite locales, the boy hurrying in and coming back out with arms full of car parts. On top of all of that, he'd started to train. He ran up and down the street, racing for miles at a time through sleet or snow or what-have-you, and even started to lift, going so far as to use his own piles of junk as weights. The sight of him lugging an old, busted car door over his head back and forth across the yard will remain with his mom until her dying day. Under such intense training, it was no surprise at all when his parents got the call from the coach, saying that he made the cut for the football team, and demanded, no less, that he become the first-string quarterback.

Fast-forward to his senior year. That ramshackle workshop is now home to an actual, home-grown vehicle, a Cobra 1966 made with entirely scavenged parts and paint, complete with a fully-functional combustion engine. The first time he turned it over, his parent were ready to call the fire brigade. And his time spent with the football team was well spent, if the number of girls swooning after him were any indication, his 'sweetheart' conspicuously absent, yet always watching from afar. He'd keep telling me how every time he'd drive the Cobra into the lot, she'd always be there, staring out of the corner of her eye.

The last game of the season, the tournament, was on the same night as the High School dance, both held at the center downtown.

Ben scored the tie-breaking touchdown, returning the ball a full 97 yards, barreling through defenses and quite literally carrying another player like some kind of unstoppable juggernaut.

That girl Ben had set his eyes on all those years ago? Well, he asked her to the dance. She said yes and the two of them just... exploded into something much greater. She learned he was a meta human, and about his counterpart, and was shown all of the amazing things he could do. He made a habit of giving her a flower every time they met. Due to the black fall effect, Ben had turned most of his family into meta humans. His grandmother healed a little faster, and his grandfather learned to understand many different languages. His dad became stronger, and his mother could kiss any boo-boo away. Most of these powers were level two or below. She stuck with him when his grandparents passed away of old age. His grandfather then his grandmother a few months after. They had lived a full life, and were in their mid eighties. Their funerals, which were a few months apart, weren't filled with tears as if they had died young. In fact, it was melancholy. Sad that they were gone, but joyous at their lives well lived. It was then that Ben learned that death was a part of life. Due to his heavy interaction with Claire, he changed her into a meta human as well. A telepath, to be exact. He had been planning on proposing to her soon when he heard her in his own mind, and she said 'I can hear you.'

His forms were discovered in some fairly unorthodox ways. He was helping his father push a tractor that had run out of gas when his golem form manifested itself. It was random, and it began in 1988. He woke up feeling strangely, and tried to work through it. It got more and more powerful over the next hour, and Ben was basically being driven back him for the day to rest sitting on the tractor thinking he had caught something especially resilient, as he was not a sickly boy. Then he promptly passed out. When he awoke, the tractor was out of gas, and he was a twenty foot tall, five ton creature. Unfortunately, he was stuck in that form for a while, and he just about carried the tractor back him. He and his father had to repair the damage done. His forms became useful after that, Ben taking many years to learn to use them when he wants to over random times. His Golem form for doing things no human ever could alone, and for performing raw physical feats that would require thousands of dollars and a lot of man power to do.

In the summer of 1999, Ben was an adult, and had ascended to the most able bodied man there not even due to his power, although that helped a lot. One night he heard the chickens being loud and screaming. Thinking it was a Coyote, or a bobcat or wolf, he grabbed his father's shotgun and his coat and set off into the night to check up on the creatures. When he arrived he found himself pointing his Remington at a shark like girl who had a chicken in her hands that she was about to eat. He motioned for her to put it down, and she did, but she was screaming threats at him by then. He could tell that she was a meta human, like him. His family knew a pretty good amount on them. It was probably one of the only things they researched with their limited internet connection. After his family stepped in, verbal communication becoming more relevant to the situation as the seconds passed, they brought the girl in, and let her eat her fill. They talked a little while, and eventually learned that the girl's power was very similar to his own. Ben had traits very similar to that of the Behemoth's, and with his family being Catholic, linked the two together as the incarnations as the holy beasts of the land and sea- Counterparts. The girl, Pink as he learned her name was, eventually left, Ben having driven her home in his truck, thinking that was the end of it.

Quite the opposite actually. He learned that after their encounter Pink had began to attend school again, from none other than Pink herself. After their encounter it because semi common for her to visit, maybe once a week. Twice if they were lucky. Ben greatly appreciated Pink's presence as she was one of his best friends. They even trained together from time to time. Although those occasions were rare. When Ben turned twenty seven he married that girl he fell in love with in Freshman year. He proposed to her by grabbing an old and unused "Learn ASL!" VHS tape that they had been planning to watch together. They never did, but it was unorthodox, and different, and so him.

They, with the guidance of his parents, became the heads of the household. However, tragedy struck. Ben met Pink again, late at night, for the second time. She had explained that her family had been criminals without her knowledge, and that her whole family had been arrested, and she had no where to go. Ben immediately stuck up for her, Claire (who was willing to follow him to hell and back, and he for her) trusted his judgement and translated his thoughts to his parents, who required more convincing. After an hour long debate, his parents caved, and Pink lived with them for a long while, until the whole incident blew over.

Not too long ago, in 2005, Claire and Ben became 'mom and dad' to a bouncing baby girl who was very much different than both of them. Sure, she had Claire's eyes and Ben's hair color but she was so... light. And much like her father, and her godmother Pink, this little girl, Ziz, had powers not unlike their own.

The rest of the story... well, that is yet to be written.

Power Information

Super System (Biological), Elemental.

Power:

Overview:
Ben is the Behemoth, the deity of the land. He has had his power all his life, and for most of it he has put it to good use. He retains control of the world around him. This power is versatile and comes in many, many forms. Agrokinesis and Xylokinesis or better known as Plant and wood manipulation are the most common. His ability can range from the control and generation of wood and fauna to the weaponization of it. He has had a lot of time to learn how to control this gift of power he has been given, and he tries never use it offensively. Because of this, his power is used mainly for defensive or recreational purposes, creating a protective barrier of wooden skin, or shooting the a vine beneath his opponent and wrapping it around his opponents feet to trip them up, making and repairing new structures and generally making bank in farming. He tries to attain a hands off fighting style and will try not to lay a hand on his offender. Because he dislikes fighting so much, he has created a unique style of maneuvers he has dubbed Bu-Da after using Google translate to name his art of not fighting. He is capable of many feats, from turning portions of his body into wood, to spawning singular plants (like flowers or a vine) and sticks and shit by simply pulling them out of his sleeves in a magic hat trick fashion (In reality, they grow right off of his body). When in the right environment he is capable of using his full power, which can be a maelstrom of wood and plants that looks very much like that of tentacle porn. Except instead of tentacles it's spiky and thorned wooden and plant death vines of sex-death. Unless you're into that kind of thing. He is also fully capable of making thick wooded shields and barriers around himself and others. Think of him like Groot, except he cant say anything at all.

Ben's abilities also step into other branches of the world around him. Terrakinesis is also within Ben's rather large arsenal. Much like his other abilities these are rarely used for offensive purposes and are most often used for repairing or building various objects. Terrakinesis especially has been used to move large quantities of land, soil, and what it contains from place to place or uproot trees. All of his abilities, thusfar, have no real range requirement. He can use Frenzy Plant with the same effectiveness ten feet away as well as he can a thousand feet away. The only issue is that, of course, he can miss.

Demon Form:
In this state, Ben covers himself in his hard wooden. stone, and plant exterior, and becomes a twelve foot tall tree golem. This golem has the ability to warp it's limbs into weapons or shields, and has incredible regeneration when in a healthy environment in the sun. While it cannot manipulate plant life or wood like his normal form can, it is extremely defensive and incredibly strong. A juggernaut of sorts. This forest golem is capable of generating various defense mechanisms plants are capable of creating. Whether it be coating his body in Poison Ivy Vines if he doesn't want to be touched, or emitting various wafting odors to attract insects and other bugs such as spiders, bees, and wasps to defend him in nonlethal ways. If he is forced to be physical, he has various ways of fighting, using whip like vines to either tie up or trip his opponents up, wooden constructed weapons, or simply punching them out, which is usually pretty easy in this form. It looks similarly to this.

Limits:

Ben's abilities are incredibly versatile and powerful, but he is the being of the land and, in the water or air, loses just about all of his superhuman abilities. His abilities are also mainly Xylo and Agrokinesis and, as you can imagine, they are relatively weak to fire. Yes, terrakinesis might be more resistant, but he has yet to master that ability on a scale that can be used to defend against such a drawback very effectively. I mean honeslty he can lob a few hundred pounds of soil and maybe at most a few pounds of it will impact hard enough to hurt. But he's not doing anything that noteworthy.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

As I have stated, air, water, and fire are all things that can be used against him in these respects. I would like to say throwing a bucket of water on him may weaken him, or the rain may dampen his abilities, but they wont take them away fully. That only happens when he is fully submerged.The same concept applies with air. I would also like to mention that Ben as a whole is just not a fighter and he has very little experience when it comes to straight up fisticuffs. 90% of his style is either 'dont get hit' or 'get hit and be able to take the hit'.

Ben also has one major character flaw- he is mute. If he loses his whiteboard he's pretty lost, and he cant really make any callouts to allies, or communicate in a meaningful and easy to access way. It's hard and dangerous to text on the battlefield or read the text he sent you. He also has a hard time conveying emotion because urgency is lost outside of capital letters. And once again, it's hard to read capital letters and still have time to dodge that incoming fireball that you havent seen yet. Makes shit hard, yo.

Relationships

Family:

Jedediah Voss - Father
Madison Voss - Mother
Claire Voss - Wife
Ziz Voss - Daughter
Pink - Counterpart/younger sister

Dynamics:

{Character Name} | {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other

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• Ben is also a counselor at Camp Thinkrock. He visits fairly regularly and stays for a while since his farm basically runs itself at this point.
• Ben is comepletely vegan and only farms organic food.

[Whimsicott]

Ivan Chati Sinclair

Basic Information

Name:

Ivan Chati Sinclair

Age:

15

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Standing at five foot eight, Ivan doesn't slouch an inch. He is slightly built, with the beginnings of a six pack slightly visible, simply from walking everywhere and swimming on his school's competitive team. Though he has the shadow of a muscle build on his upper body, his legs and calves especially are well-defined. Ivan's movements are very controlled, and he walks with his shoulders. Skin the color of honey, he has very few scratches and marks although he does have a few dark brown freckles. His dark brown hair appears black out of the sun, and no matter the length, he keeps it slicked or brushed back. He has a mix of Caucasian and Asian features, as he is half Russian and half Thai. Ivan has shapely dark eyebrows and a firm jawline. His nose has a prominent bridge but is still rounded. His almond-shaped eyes are a silvery shade, assumed to be an aftereffect of his power. Ivan dresses fairly trendy but with a vintage feel with flannels, ripped jeans, denim jackets, gingham scarves, and fingerless gloves. He wears high tops and pairs bright colors with rich shades of black, grey, and brown.

Skills/Talents:

Though he can swim and run just fine, his stamina isn't anything to write home about. As far as physical activity goes, Ivan does better than average and is athletic enough to climb fire escapes with decent speed, but has never stepped foot into a gym or followed a workout regime. Strangely enough, he finds joy in opting away from locking away his possessions and instead finding hiding places for them. After gathering his diamonds or any other valueables, Ivan will stow them away in whatever small crevice he can find- between floorboards, taped under drawers or even dropped into jam jars. He does this partially because he is slightly paranoid of his things being taken, but does so at such a rate that he oftentimes forgets where specific objects are hidden. He is less inclined to hide his stuff in remote locations, and will stuff or line nearly everything inside his living area with money, diamonds, or whatever else fits. Besides being able to hide suspicious objects, Ivan is also fairly keen at humming showtunes.

Brief Backstory:

Born the child of a San Francisco-based software programmer and his mail-order bride from Thailand, Ivan has a happy urban life. Growing up in the affluent apartment buildings within the heart of San Francisco, Ivan always had a lot to do. When he was still an infant, NEST confronted his family, as his mother was revealed to be a Thai metahuman involved with crime that had fled to America fearing her life. His father had already figured this out, as her ability was to receive premonitions through water, and had used it to assist her husband in making the correct business ventures. NEST then registered both mother and child, as Ivan had begun to cry and his power had been revealed. His Mother always pushed him to do well in school, and as a result he has an incredibly close bond with her.

Ivan's ability to cry diamonds was mostly kept secret, and he never cried outside of the house. Most of his tears were collected and pawned away by his parents for him to use later, though some were also used to buy a new TV or coffee machine. Beginning to grow unsatisfied with his life during his teenage years, Ivan began to get in touch with a group of San Francisco-based metahuman extremists. Wanting to contribute to the greater good, Ivan eagerly agreed to be a part of a society that raised hell in the name of equality. Because even when he threw tantrums as a child, he could do little more than levitate a few diamonds, he supported the cause by acting as a facilitator, his diamonds bringing massive income to the group.

During a planned attack, the group was apprehended by NEST. Because they had access to resources such as getaway vehicles, firearms, passports and fake documents purchased with Ivan's income, further investigation was carried out. While Ivan was never directly involved with any attacks, the capital he provided for the group allowed them to stockpile illegal drugs and other outlawed possessions for their own benefit. Because of his clean record, he was able to avert any serious punishment and instead sentenced to enrollment of Camp ThinkerRock.

Power Information

Elemental/ Super-System: Biological

Power:

Diamond Generation
Incredibly, Ivan produces diamonds instead of water within his tear ducts. Compressed carbon will fall from his eyes if he is feeling particularly overcome with emotion. Unfortunately, these diamond shards are only the size of pearls, and do not clean his eyes in any way. They have the durable properties of any other diamond, and when freshly created, feel warm to the touch.

Diamond Manipulation
Ivan is able to manipulate the shapes of diamonds by bending them with his kinesis, but he usually needs to mold them with his hands to make things easier on himself. He can mold them together by clumping them, or even reverse the process by pulling them apart, or even grinding them into dust. He is also able to sharpen diamonds, or shape them into any form he likes for that matter, though the more precise the shape, the more difficult it will be for him. Any form a diamond is in is fair game for him to move telekinetically from a distance. However, because he never had the need to use the voluntary aspect of his power, his telekinesis with diamonds is incredibly poor. However, he is fairly adept at rolling spherical diamonds around, as opposed to moving diamonds through the air. He finds it easier if the diamonds have something to clutch and hold on to. In addition, because he is able to move diamonds, he can also sense any nearby diamonds within a 10 yard radius.

Limits:

Ivan can usually produce at any one time, enough diamond chunks to fill up one cupped hand. This is very little to use for anything. His telekinesis is also laughably useless, as not only is it low strength, it is also slow and wobbly. He is more comfortable with rolling chunks of sharpened diamonds along the ground or walls then levitating and throwing them, because sustaining them in the air without any outside force is often too much stress for him to handle. Currently, he can move at any one time a diamond chunk the size of a basketball. He is also limited to a radius of 10 yards. However, it is expected for his range, power, and speed to become stronger with continual use of his power.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

His telekinesis is incredibly weak, and is currently next to useless in a combat situation. In addition, his ability to sense diamonds will do him little good if he is unable to pull those diamonds to him. because he 'cries' diamonds instead of tears, he is also unable to cry unless he is overcome with emotion or something similar. Scratching his eye or irritating it with smoke will hinder him greatly, as not only will he not be able to cleanse his eyes, but no diamonds will be produced, either.

Relationships

Family:
Father: Joseph Sinclair
Mother: Grace Hathai Sinclair

Dynamics:

{Character Name} | {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other

[Redrum]

Penelope Thomas

Basic Information

Name:

Penelope Thomas. Penny, Pidgeon, Harpy

Age:

16

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Even at an early age Penelope has always been aware of her abnormal appearance. Born without five fingers or toes, she's makes up for it with talons and wings. With the head and torso of a human, the rest of Penelope's body holds a heavy resemblance to a bird. Cupping her face and stretching down to her knees, her body is decorated in a thick layer of soft, brown and black spotted feathers. Covering her shoulders, the feathers along her arms thicken into a complex coat that extends into a large pair of wings instead of hands. Beneath her knees, the bones in her legs contain a third segment that allow her to balance and walk along her toes -- or rather, talons. Made up of three toes in the front and one in the back, her talons are large, muscular and sharp. With a habit of making herself look smaller than she actually is, Penelope often stands in hunched position. Head low, legs craned back and wings pulled before her chest. At full height she can stand at an impressive 6ft 4inches, but because of her posture Penelope stands anywhere from 4ft 10inches to 5ft 6inches.

With a wingspan of over 16 feet, the sheer size of Penelope's wings are often a problem. Because of this she holds them before her chest causing her feathers to drag on the ground and become prone to being stepped on and picking up dirt. Despite a majority of her body being covered in feathers, Penelope still wears clothes. A troublesome task that she is unable to do herself, her wings are too big to fit into a regular shirt while her legs are too abnormal to fit into pants properly, so a majority of her clothes consists of halters tops, ponchos, skirts, and other easy to slip on clothing. Unable to tend to her hair by herself, Penelope's hair is long and lays down her back and chest in a thick tangled mess of black curls. With straight bangs that sit above her eyebrows and large brown eyes, Penelope's face is thin and heart shaped. Blessed with high cheekbones and thin lips, light freckles cover pale cheeks and slender pointed nose, leaving her dimpled chin and angular jaw a soft milky white.

Skills/Talents:

- Eye Spy: There is nothing that escapes Penelope's eyes. Able to spot objects near and far, it's not easy to hide things from her. Because of this, she is heavily organized with her things. A creature of habit, she knows exactly where things are and if lost or hidden, can quickly find them without a problem.

- Song Bird: With little that she can do, Penelope has come to love music and singing. While often quiet, her voice is soft and melodic, allowing her to hit high notes and sing on tune with ease. It's certainly not something she does in front of others, and catching her in the act is a sure way to embarrass her.

- Green Thumb: If there's one thing she likes to do, it's gardening. Besides her personal items, Penelope cares deeply about her plants, and grows them easily. From flowers to vegetables, she can grow just about anything, and while she doesn't have hands, she certainly has a green thumb.

Brief Backstory:

For as long as she can remember, Penelope has always been apart of the Foster Care system. Born in Black Fall and taken from her parents at an early age, Penelope has lived in multiple group homes and stayed with countless families throughout her life. None of them being permanent due to her appearance and disabilities, it became difficult to find Penelope a permanent home as she grew older and became more detached from others. Quiet and reclusive, her fearful nature and appearance made her the target of bullying, and this issue only grew worse as she became older. Reaching its peak during her stay at one of the many Group Homes she lived in, Penelope finally stood up for herself in a lash of anger that ended up seriously injuring another child. Removed from the Group Home and placed in psychiatric care for a few week, Penelope was eventually placed back in another Group Home once she deemed stable and safe to be around.

This accident made finding a permanent home difficult for her, and with the threat of homelessness growing closer by the years, there was little Penelope's Social Worker could do. By the time she had turned sixteen, Penelope had been moved to the west coast, transitioning through Group Homes and families that cared for her months at a time while her Social Worker attempted to apply her to different Metahuman Academies, and programs. Because of her history, Penelope was turned down left and right until her Social Worker was referred to the Camp ThinkerRock program. So in an attempt to bring her into a new environment with people like herself, and possibly even learn more about herself mentally and physically, Penelope was applied and accepted into Camp ThinkerRock for the summer.

Power Information

Super-System - Bestial

Power:
Avian Physiology

As much as she'd like it to not be obvious, there's no hiding being a metahuman when you have feathers and wings. Heavily resembling an owl, both in appearance and characteristics, Penelope's body was made for hunting, and stealth. Flat in shape instead of being spherical, Penelope's eyes are larger than most due to the lens of her eyes being pushed forward. Because of their size and design, her eyes can gather and reflect more light than the average human allowing her to see in the dark. Sitting on the front of her head, Penelope's eyes are capable of binocular vision as well. Giving her a wider field of vision and precise depth perception, she can easily see through camouflage, catch small movements and pin-point faint objects within her field of vision even at night. Starting beneath her hair line, and cupping her face and chin, the feathers on the sides of her head cover her ears. Unlike typical ears that stick out, Penelope instead has small ear holes hidden beneath her feathers. Because of their placement, one hole sitting higher than the other, sounds reach Penelope's ears at slightly different times allowing her to tell exactly where said noise came from.

By far the most powerful feature on Penelope's body are her legs and feet. Legs toned and muscular from constant walking, her feet are capable of a powerful grip while their scaled skin allows her to stand and balance on rough and uneven surfaces. With feet ranging at twenty six inches her talons long and sharp, able to pierce fabric and skin with ease, which is often a problem she faces when being dressed in the morning. Despite not using them as often as she should, her wings have many perks as well. The feathers on Penelope's arms and wings range anywhere from six inches to two feet at full length, and while long and thick her feathers are lightweight and soft along the edges allowing her to move about, and fly noiselessly. Her thick coat of feathers also keeps her warm in cold conditions. Snow, and low temperatures hardly effect her no matter what kind of clothes she may be wearing.

Limits:

Even with their capabilities, Penelope has never found the space or confidence to actually use her wings and learn how to fly. Despite this she is able to make high jumps, reach tall perches, and glide down from extreme heights with the help of her wings. Her heightened sight and hearing is often an issue, as well. Direct sunlight in the day is no problem, however direct eye contact with bright lights and flashes can easily blind Penelope and leave her with intense headaches. Loud, and sharp have the same effect; often leaving her skittish, and delirious with painful headaches.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

With a thick coat of feathers, Penelope's body temperature often runs high. A warm blooded creature, excessive heat and high temperatures have a knack for exhausting her or making her lethargic. Water is also an issue. Unlike birds that are able to dive and submerge themselves in water, Penelope's wings are not water resistant. While rain is no real issue, her wings and feathers will grow heavy and sop up with water causing her body to grow heavy and sink in deep water.

Relationships

Family:

N/A

Dynamics:

Basically your character's relationship with other characters.
Diana Nunez | Impression: Good | Relationship: Social Worker | "Diana's a nice lady. I've known her just about all my life, and she's the only person who's really stuck around and helped me. If she wasn't around, I'm not sure what I would do or where I would have ended up." |

Other

[MarshiestMallow]

Roselia

Basic Information

Name:
Roselia "Rosie" Radgeltza

Age:
17

Gender:
female

Appearance:
Rosie definitely has a Welsh/Gaelic background to her. She has almost perfect pale skin, black hair that she keeps short in what she considers a Pixie cut. She has a child like, pixie face, eyes that are a little slanted and a brilliant green. Her lips are full, and typically curved in a smile. Across her cheek, arms and chest she has a splattering of freckles, almost adorably so.

She stands at exactly five foot two, and is quite thin, tiny almost. Her body just seems small, which is misleading as she is quite strong, quite agile and has quite a good stamina.

Typically she wears dresses that shows off her body, or pants and a shirt, and boots. Or sandals. One her pinkie finger, on her right hand, she wears a silver patterned ring.

Skills/Talents:
Rosie has a good singing voice, able to match a tune quite well and quickly. She is also good at identify herbs, plants and using them for medicines. She's learning to play magical instruments, and she is a passable cook.

Brief Backstory:
Born to a hard done by family, and the youngest of seven, Rosie nevertheless didn't know that they didn't have much money. She had a fantastic childhood, and loved every moment of it with her siblings, her parents. They lived and worked together on a farm, and this was were Rosie had the time of her life, always. As her powers manifested, just before her second birthday, she was an asset to her family,, people able to nurture and grow plants enabled their farm to grow. Fearful that she would be known for what she was, her family kept her hidden from society, her parents homeschooling her, never really thinking she was missing out on anything.

So it was that when a fire spread through their farm, Rosie found herself orphaned, and her brothers and her were homeless. She didn't know what she did was wrong, as she formed them shelter, a house almost, out of earth, and plants, attracting the attention of the town around them.

THis attracted the attention of NEST, and Rosie was whisked away, torn from her family, and trapped. This led her to Camp Thinker Rock

Power Information

Power:
Super system/Elemental: Energy
Rosie's powers primarily exist in the earth, using energy to manipulate earth, to encourage it to cry and to use it in a way that she typically wishes to shape it. Because fo the way her powers are, she can also provide minor healing, encouraging nature to fasten.

Her abilities typically consist of creating and increasing earthen materials. This includes encouraging natural deposits of elements to grow (e.g gold, silver), although she rarely uses this, as she feels that it is cheating. To be able to do this though, there needs to be a deposits of the element, even a speck, for her to grow it from. She can shape, compress and manipulate earth how she wishes, effecting its shape, density, hardness and sharpness, as well as repairing the earth itself from damage. This is possible, only based on how damaged the earth is-she can't repair earth that has been completely destroyed like a great big gaping hole, but cracks and similar things she can heal.

She can always create tunnels within the earth, cause earthquakes, mudslides and quicksand to form, all this is limited to her ability to use energy to do this-the more powerful the attack, the harder it is to do, and she can't use it all the time. Again, this needs energy. She can't flatten a building with an earthquake, or create rivers out of mudslides, it's merely an area of effect around her, anywhere between five and ten meters

For now, this is all that she knows she can do. She's unsure how she can do what she can do, but she does know it belongs in energy, as to make anything move, energy is required. Anything that grows needs energy, and for Rosie, using her abilities that energy comes from her. Everything needs balance-while she can bring a plant back from the dead, doing so with a tree is beyond her.

Typically though her abilities focus on the earth itself-dirt and plants essentially.

Limits:
It's limited to the amount of energy she has at a time, as well as her own strength, her own will and her own mind. She can't simply continue to use her abilities all the time, nor can she use them in quick succession.

If she goes beyond beyond her limits, this can seriously effect her, damaging her body and her health as well as risking the potential for death. This is a fine balance for Roise, as she doesn't really know her limits.

weaknesses and draw breaks:
Perhaps Rosie's biggest weakness with her abilities is lightning. Lightning attacks effect her greatly, and actually weaken her. She is also sensitive to the elements-heat and cold typically affect her in a way that may even interfere with her life itself, making her sluggish or just plain cranky.

She doesn't know why lightning/electricity effects her abilities-perhaps it's simple the fact that there's moisture in earth. Her abilities are also susceptible to water, which tends to weaken the strengthen she is able to put in, as it takes more to hold her creations together.

She also can't lift more then is humanly possible. For example, she can't lift a mountain, but can, with some difficulty, lift a boulder. This also effects how much she can actually do-she is bound by the laws of physics. She can't simply just grab something solid and break it into pieces, but rather she has to go through the process of breaking it down, into dirt itself.

Relationships

Family:
Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased
Brother, alive
Brother, alive
Brother, alive
Brother, alive
brother, alive
brother, alive

Dynamics:
will update as the roleplay progresses

Other

[Verminlord]

Chloe Knight

Basic Information

Name: Chloe Knight

Lamia, 'That creepy snake girl'

Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: At first glance Chloe could be mistaken for normal. She has medium neck length hair that definitely hasn't seen much more attention than an occasional brush. She has Caucasian facial structure, with a soft oval face and mostly soft features, an average sized nose and mouth. While she could be considered pretty she doesn't have any of the features that would get her called 'cute' or 'beautiful' and she can often fall into the background when compared to other girls. Her eyes are a light brown, set a normal width apart.
She has a thin athletic build, though without much of the muscle a true athlete would had. Some in fact might just call her a bit skinny. Shes not dissatisfied with her appearance however, as she does have some feminine 'attributes'. Nothing impressive but far more than some of the girls shes seen.
Her one annoyance beyond her incredible averageness is her height. Standing at 5'4 she isn't far below the average and many people don't know why it bothers her so much. She believes that if shes going to be cursed with average looks then fate could have at least given her a normal height.
She often dresses in T-Shirts and shorts, though she will wear most things, including dresses. She particularly likes bird themed designs on her clothes.

This is her appearance most of the time, however it has an annoying tendency to change when she gets emotional or stressed. The most common change is in the eyes, with them taking on the appearance of a variety of snakes. This can be rather off-putting to most people, as they can seem very cold or uncaring. In more extreme cases fangs, stretchable jaw joints and body covering scales (anything from brown python to rainbow boa). In this state she can occasionally smell of reptilian musk, which necessitates frequent showers.

Skills/Talents:
Amateur Chef: Chloe is a bit of an aspiring Chef. She is always keen to try cooking new things and prefers to try food from as many different cultures as she can. She knowns how to cook a good range of foods, though mostly spicy and hot dishes which she prefered before gaining her powers. Now her sense of taste is too sensitive to risk such things.

Bird Watcher: If you can point out a bird, Chloe can name it. Extensive knowledge of native birds isn't her only talent however, she also knows a lot about bird-care and breeding. She is definitely thinking about setting up a parrot breeding business once shes back from camp.

Mixed bag: Chloe has tried lots of different clubs and sports, though shes never managed to stick to any. Thus she has beginner knowledge in many martial arts, crafts, sports, trivia and games. Her short attention span is both a curse and a great incentive to try new things.

Brief Backstory: Chloe was born in England on the 31st of October. Her Father was an accountant and her mother a schoolteacher, so she ended up with quite a bit of pressure to always do her homework and behave in lessons. She wasn't a perfectly behaved child of course, as she tended to enjoy taking risks to show off to anyone who would watch. She was rather outgoing and tried to make many friends and try all the clubs and activities in school, though she never achieved any great successes.
She was generally happy with her life, until her 16th birthday when her parents announced that they would be moving to America to the dream house they had been saving for. This did not amuse Chloe, who tried her hardest to convince them to say. All her friends were in England after all, and she had planned which college and university she was going to apply for, and what job she wanted to get. It would ruin everything.

They still went of course, but Chloe was rather put out.

As with her life and looks, the awakening of her powers was rather boring. One day she simply woke up as a Cobra. After an initial scare and some confusion her parents found out and got her registered with NEST, who determined that she was likely not a threat. Things would have gone back to normal if not for one fact, the college she was attending was in a primarily anti-metahuman area, with a large Saviors presence.
After an accidental change in lesson, her life became somewhat more difficult, with notes going mission and friends finding excuses to leave when they say her. It all came to a head when a local 'Pure' wannabe decided to show the 'creepy snake girl' she wasn't wanted. What Chloe hadn't known was in times of extreme stress her instincts could get the better of her. Before she knew it the boy was in hospital with rare anti-venom being flown in, and Chloe was in custody.

Since the nature of the incident was mostly self defense NEST offered an alternate to jail time. Go to a camp where she could be with people who wouldn't discriminate and learn how to control her powers fully.

It was no choice at all really.

Power Information

Super-System - Bestial
Power:
Serpent Form
Chloe's power is to shapeshift into any known snake. This gives her a range of abilties such as swimming, gliding, climbing, constricting, hiding and of course the fangs and venom of some increadibly deadly animals. In addition to the normal forms, Chloe can make some slight changes, mixes aspects together or just increasing the size and toughness of the forms. This never quite enters into metahuman levels of toughness however.

Partial Shifting
Chloe can also take chosen aspects of serpents and apply them to her human body. This power is something she had trouble with though, often activating it by mistake when emotional or pulling more aspects than she wants when using it on purpose. The main features she considers useful is infrared vision, incredible reactions, enhanced smell/taste and slightly armored scales.

Limits:
Chloe can only turn into real and near real snakes. So far she has never managed any of the mythological variants like basilisks or any of the snake gods. She does think that being a feathered serpent would be cool, but unfortunately her efforts to add wings haven't met success.
Also her ability to enhance the strength, toughness or size of her forms is rather limited.
The limits of her partial shapeshifting are twofold, first there only so much you can get from a single animal group like snakes. Second is that the ability seems to be rather temperamental.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The main weakness to her power is that even with the slight increases in strength and toughness, any metahuman with a combat ability can probably kill a snake. They are not the most resilient of creatures, and when in human form she is not really any tougher or stronger than normal. The scales and enhancement could stop a knife wielded by a non-metahuman, but guns and above would be just as dangerous to her as anyone else.

Chloe also suffers from some residual serpentine instincts whenever she uses her power. On more than one occasion shes found herself curled up by a radiator or grabbing a passing small animal without meaning too. Whats rather disturbing is how tasty looking the rats she sees are becoming.
The last weakness was developed recently. When trying partial shifting for the first time Chloe somehow managed to perminatly apply a snakes cold blooded physiology to herself and hasn't figured out how to remove it since. Thus she finds it rather difficult to wake up on cold mornings, and if anything brings her body temperature down her reactions and thoughts will slow dramatically. An ice-user would be her bane.

Relationships

Family:
Mother: Katrina Knight
Father: Micheal Knight

Dynamics:

Basically your character's relationship with other characters.
{Character Name} | {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other

• Interesting fact: Chloe doesnt really care for snakes that much.
  Quote: Oh shit, I think I broke my homeostasis

[Heathen]

Jesse Martinez

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Basic Information

Name:

Jesse Martinez

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

When you first approach Jesse, he can seem quite intimidating because of his resting bitch-face that's pretty permanent when he's not engaging in conversation. Equipped with a bitch-face is body posture that just screams troublemaker. Because of this, people tend to shy away from him and not give him the chance to warm up to people. Most of the time, he doesn't even realize he's making a face or aware of how his body language is perceived. It just became natural to him after awhile. If one were to stand directly in front of him, they could deduce that he is about 5'11 and approximately 150 pounds. Initially people would come to the conclusion that he is a Caucasian male because of his skin color, but in face he is full blood Mexican. It's just he's lighter than most Hispanics in which others from his ethnicity would tease him about, either calling him 'gringo' or saying he's privileged because he's white passing. Despite all the flaws Jesse believes he has, he's actually a very attractive young man. If he were to have a bare face without facial hair, people often say he has a baby face which is why he normally wears a bit of scruff. Speaking of hair, his natural hair color is brunette that he sometimes sports in a pompadour style, but will just blow dry it or wear it down if he's feeling lazy. Starting at his features, he has above average sized ears which most people will just say are big; not big like dumbo, but fairly large. He has a pair of green eyes that change to hazel depending on the season. These eyes can be pretty intense when paired with his resting bitch-face as mentioned before. His eyelashes are long and his brows are kept, signaling that he grooms himself fairly well. Moving down his face, you can see his nose is average for a male; not too big and definitely not small. The one thing that are most notable by others is that his lips are perfectly plump and pouty. One would assume that he's a fairly good kisser if given the chance to show off. His body type is fairly athletically built, but not like that of an Olympic athlete. His eating habits aren't that great, but he exercises a decent amount to keep up with his toned body.

Jesse's attire consists of things you would find at Forever 21, H&M, or Urban Outfitters. One thing you will notice is that he lacks a lot of color in his wardrobe. Most of his shirts are black, white, or grey in color with his skinny jeans being black most of the time. When in the Summer and Spring, Jesse tends to wear a lot of tank tops and t-shirts. In the Fall and Winter, he'll wear long sleeved shirts with the sleeves rolled up, a pull-over, and sometimes an occasional black hoodie or a scarf is he's feeling fancy. As far as his outfits go, he's a pretty simple person which contradicts the stereotypes of gay men. For jewelry, he'll wear one or two bracelets that are usually black and a few silver necklaces that consist of crosses, dog tags, and rings. As far as shoes, most if not all of them are black. He has two pairs of black boots, one with shoe laces and one without that he mostly wears when its cold out. His other shoes are just tennis, basketball, and converse shoes.

Skills/Talents:

• Thievery
• Street Fighting
• Lying & Manipulating
• Limited Hacking experience
• Can Drive/Has driver's license

Brief Backstory:

Jesse grew up in a standard Mexican American family home with traditional values. From a young age, he was taught he had to be super machismo just because he was male and defend his sister who was older than he was. From the time he could think for himself, he never agreed with what his parents taught him and always found a way to disobey what they told him. Jesse didn't agree with the whole 'men should act like men' and 'women should act like women' lecture that society engraved into people's minds. He also wasn't a fan of going to church as his family were devout Catholics. At around the time he entered junior high school, he started hanging around the wrong crowd and getting into loads of trouble. He would shop lift from stores, tag walls, and get into fights at school that would get him suspended for several days at a time. This carried on into high school as his behavior got progressively worse when he started to join his local Mexican gang. At this time is when he started experimenting with drugs and alcohol, often times coming home drunk and high. He was becoming too much of a hassle for his parents and his sister just pretended as if he didn't exist to her. It wasn't that she didn't love him. She was disappointed in him and didn't want to associate with that behavior as she was seen as the goody two-shoes straight A student in class.

Through the midst of his juvenile delinquent behavior, he started to realize he was different from his fellow peers. When he started to feel the effects of puberty, he noticed he could do things other kids or adults couldn't do. He discovered this when he was asleep in his bedroom after passing out from drinking. He was having a dream he was falling off a balcony and when he woke up, he was on the first floor of his house, directly underneath where his bedroom was. Of course he thought he was just too drunk to make it to his bedroom and dismissed it. After it started happening more frequently, he realized what he did wasn't normal and hid it from everyone despite this badass attitude he tried to portray. Like him and other kids his age, they just wanted to fit in and didn't want to do something that made them different in a bad way. At this time was also the time he came to terms with his sexuality. Of course he kept that a secret from the gang he was a part of as they were all homophobic and contributed to a number of gay bashings in the area. When he decided to come out to his parents, he was instantly rejected by his father who thought it was sissy behavior and went against god. Even though his mother and sister didn't care, he found himself kicked out of his house for something he couldn't control verses all the other delinquent things he's done. This was one of the many hypocritical things he hated about his family so he was glad to leave. After living at a homeless shelter for a few days, his mother found him and brought him home. Things were still tense but he was tolerated.

That is until he landed into major trouble. With his abilities, he found himself becoming an expert at stealing and breaking into places more often than usual. Jesse decided to be a little brave one night and attempt to break into bank and steal all the cash they had. He succeeded into phasing into the place without setting off any alarms but the surveillance camera still caught an image of his face which the police used to track him down where he lived at. He was arrested and booked for robbery. He could have escaped, but feared something would happen to him if they saw what he could do; which was technically too late. While in jail, NEST was contacted as he was witnessed using superhuman abilities. They gave him an ultimatum: go to a maximum security prison where he can't use his powers or enter the Academy Program and enroll in Academy 218 to whip him into shape. He chose the latter and this is where he's located today.

Power Information

Power Class

Super-System (Biological)

Power:

Density Manipulation

Jesse's DNA grants him the ability to alter and manipulate the density of his molecular structure. By manipulating his molecular structure, he can defy the laws of physics and change his molecular density without harming himself. His genetically enhanced DNA also maintains a distinct corporeal memory which enables Jesse to revert back to his original molecular structure at will. His ability allows him to increase or decrese his molecular density, granting him two sub-abilities. When Jesse decreases his density, he is able to because intangible. He achieves this feat by lowering his density to the point his molecules are able to slip through the spaces of other molecules and temporarily merge without interacting, giving him the ability to pass through solid matter unharmed. Jesse refers to this as phasing. While in an intangible state, Jesse can phase through electronic devices and cause them to disrupt and malfunction. The same can be done to humans, but it only stuns them unless it is a vital organ he specifically touches. That can prove fatal to the other person if he isn't careful. When Jesse increasing his density, his body is able to become impenetrable. He achieves this feat by flexing, raising his density to the point his skin, muscles, and other tissues are rock hard enough to protect him from most physical harm. When super dense, he has an increased level of resistance and durability allowing him to resist extreme coercions such as car crashes, bullets, stabs, falling from high altitude, incredible g-force, pressure, and most type of pains. While also in this state, it grants him slight enhanced strength giving him the ability to throw a person across a room, bust down a door, or push a car a few feet. Also, he is immune to low level psionic powers like mind reading when in a super dense state. A side affect from his density manipulation is that he can expand his power to another person if he is touching them. He can cause someone or something to phase through a wall with him or become super dense if he is physically touching them.

Limits:

One of his limitations is that there is a time limit that he can be in either state. Jesse has only 30 seconds before he can revert back to his original state or the effects of his powers will become permanent and kill him. Within those 30 seconds, Jesse must take a deep breath before reverting to either of his two states. His dense state requires flexing and a deep breath. Jesse must hold his breath when in either state and if he stops, he reverts to normal. As far as his intangibility, he is unable to phased through energy shields or pure electrical fields. There is really no explanation why he can't phase through those things, but he can't. However he can phase through other elements just fine. When it comes to his super dense sub-ability, he isn't as invulnerable as one might think. For one, he can't take a huge amount of bullet force. His body can only take a few bullets before his body reverts back to normal and he's vulnerable for significant damage. And even though he can't feel pain, his body will still take the momentum. For example, when he's hit by a car, it might not hurt him but he will fly back from the impact. It also depends on the size of the car or vehicle whether or not it will hurt him or not. Small compact cars will barely make a dent in him or cause him to move at all. But large trucks, SUVs, and 18 wheelers will cause him to fly back and possibly strain his body. Jesse is unable to fall from an entire skyscraper and live to tell about it. He can drop about 5 stories without hurting himself. Anything above that will result in death or broken bones. Most blades he is immune to as they will just brake upon impact with his skin in an impenetrable state. As far as his enhanced strength, he isn't even 1/100 of what Superman is. In this state, he's stronger than the average human but he isn't unstoppable especially against someone who actually has super-strength. When Jesse is using his power to extend it to others, he can only affect two people at a time without strain. Phasing a group of people requires major energy and can cause him to pass out or die from over-exhaustion.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Jesse has to consciously activate his power to work. \He is highly vulnerable to weapons or powers that directly affect his nervous system or powers that don't require you to physically hurt him like high powered psionic abilities. In either state, he is weakened by energy based abilities as they are enough to disrupt his unstable molecular structure, even causing his abilities to go haywire. His power also doesn't grant him immunity from contaminants so he can get sick and die just like everyone else. Because of his ability, he has major claustrophobia and hates to be in tight spaces or places where he feels he can't get out. If it comes to the point where he's powerless and trapped, he will have as severe anxiety attack to the point he thinks he's having a heart attack. Basically he will go into pure freak-out mode.

Relationships

Family:

Leticia Martinez - Mother (40)
Hector Martinez - Father (42)
Janelle Martinez - Sister (20)

Dynamics:

{Character Name} | {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other

• Love the color black if it wasn't apparent by his description
• Loves Hip-hop, R&B, Rap, EDM, and pop music
• Absolutely loves food. If it's good, he'll eat it whether it's bad for you or not.

[Ogo]

Gabriel Maloney

Basic Information

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Name:

Gabriel Chase Maloney (Just Gabe will do.)

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

At first glance, Gabriel resembles a living, breathing stick figure. But hey, when you’re six foot tall and lanky with long limbs and little body fat/muscle, that’s what you get. Jack Skellington reporting for duty. But truly, Gabriel is a thin guy. Skin and bones, as Mama’s apt to say.

She’s not wrong either.

Gabriel’s skin is stretched tight across his lanky frame. It is mostly white having a bit of a warm feel to it, but there are areas of higher color, mainly on his face. The nose, cheeks, and forehead often have a ruddy tint to them for example. Gabriel has a number of blemishes across his body. Moles dot his arms and shoulders. A trio lay in a sort of triangle under his left eye.

All things considering, and in contrast to his mop up top, he’s not a very hairy guy. It’s great considering he doesn’t have to deal with a mane of chest hair. It kind of sucks, however, on the beard front. It’s come in rather patchy, with a large bald spot to the right of his chin. His moustache has come in pretty righteously though. His wavy blonde locks fall around his face, reaching down to about shoulder length. There’s a sort of a wild lay to it, but Gabriel’s not about to mess with it. Live and let live, yeah?

Deep laugh lines have already marked the boy’s face, along with wrinkles at the corners of his almond shaped pale blue eyes. His nose even tilts a bit to the left, the product of some schoolyard scuffle no doubt..

Skills/Talents:

Gabriel’s not exactly the most motivated dude on the block. As such, he hasn’t really tried many things. Sure, he’s given a couple sports a try, but he’s the kind of guy that quits after the first week, once his dreams of just walking onto the field and dominating the game are crushed and he’s brought back to reality. Where he does shine though, is up on the stage. When the lights are low and the crowd is cheering, that’s when Gabriel steps up and just shreds. And it’s actually good. Though he’d never be the one to say that. Humility is a virtue afterall.

But surely he’s got more to him than just music? Right?

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Well…

Believe it or not, despite being about as athletic as a disabled poodle, Gabriel loves to run. Is he going to break any land-speed records? Probably not. But that doesn’t mean that he’s not going to go out and break in some pavement. Just put one foot in front of the other and keep doing that until your feet don’t move anymore. It’s nice and simple.

Gabriel likes simple.

Brief Backstory:

Gabriel came into the world in the usual way. He was the only son of Mary and Thomas Maloney, coming in late in their lives. Thomas was around only for the first couple years of Gabriel’s life before he left to be with Jesus. Mary never resented him for leaving her. She resented him for getting to be with the Lord before she did.

Mary was, to put it bluntly, a Christian zealot. She raised Gabriel by the Bible, making sure that he minded the good Lord above all others. Then her. She was...well, not exactly cold towards the boy. She could be rather affectionate when she dipped into her spirits. But otherwise she was a hard woman. Tough. Like she believed Gabriel should be.

Such an upbringing should have produced a good little Christian boy, and in some respects it did. However, the boy who was brought up believing he should suppress his natural urges, eventually gave into temptation. But it wasn’t flesh or greed or violence that swayed him. It was drugs. Heroin, namely. It was bound to happen eventually. Under Mary’s tyrannical reign, fun was mostly forbidden. So when Gabriel entered his teenage years, and was eventually offered a taste of freedom, he jumped on it.

What he never could have expected was how hard it would jump on him.

It took one taste for the boy to get hooked on the crap. He began ditching class and, to Mary’s horror and wrath, worship. He began hanging around with some less than savory folks. Folks that could get him what he so desperately wanted. And when his cash ran low, he’d do anything to get his next hit.

At some point during his decline, Gabriel met the people that would become his best friends. Jude Biggs, Sanjay Tamboli, Derek Hughes...they were all connected in some way to the drug life. But it wasn’t drugs that bound them together. It was music. They formed a shitty little garage band called Daffodildo with a pair of sisters and were altogether horrible. But it was fun.

What wasn’t fun was Mary discovering Gabriel’s little hobbies. Defiling his body with unholy substances, listening to devil music, and, worst of all, whoring around with a daughter of Ham, the filthy little Jezebel. Mary first tried to drive the devil from her son by burning it out. When that failed, she then tried to beat it out of him. That didn’t work either. And Gabriel had had enough. He tried to stand up to his mother, but it only infuriated her. Giving up on him, Mary kicked Gabriel from her home, disowning him.

Since then, Gabriel had lived the couch-surfing life. He’d crash wherever someone would let him, and, should everyone be too busy, he’d take to the streets. Things were...well, not great, but they could always be worse, he supposed. Then, one night, it did.

He was with Derek one night, at a party. One thing led to another, and after consuming dangerous amounts of alcohol, the two ended up speedballing in one of the backrooms. Derek passed out, and then his heart gave out. Gabriel would have went as well, but someone had come along at just that time and found him choking on his own vomit in his sleep. They got him onto his side and he spit everything up. A few more minutes and...well…

After coming back from the brink of death, something was different. Gabriel could...hear things. Things he shouldn’t by any rights have access to. But he did, nonetheless. Those around him, he could hear what they were thinking. Almost as if they were speaking it aloud. And try as he might, nothing seemed to quiet them. He just couldn’t tune them out.

Unless he got high.

Despite it nearly costing him his life, Gabriel took back to heroin even harder than ever. There was no more time for just eating or smoking it. No...it was time for the big guns. Mainlining it. And he didn’t stop there. Anything he could get his grubby little hands on, he’d take. And it actually worked. The higher he got, the quieter the voices seemed to be.

And the closer to death he marched.

Perhaps he would have gladly gone to the reaper, if it meant silencing the constant barrage of voices. Perhaps he’d inject himself into an early grave. Given the chance he might have...but life doesn’t always work out the way we want it. And it just so happened that Gabriel happened to be at the right place at the right time for a NEST rail. Apparently they had received a tip on an unregistered meta: Biggs. They followed him to Meg’s garage, where a band meeting was going down. And while they were originally only after the big man, they were able to mark the others as metas as well. While they all had their own skeletons sitting their closets, Gabe had an angry monkey on his back. And the experienced NEST operatives could spot a junkee anywhere So Gabriel got the infamous choice: prison or the Academy.

To Gabriel, it was a simple one.

And so, he eventually boarded a bus bound for the luxurious Camp ThinkerRock.

And all he could worry about was where he’d find his next fix.

Power Information

Cerebral

Thought Reading
Most people have a little voice in the back of their head, the one that whispers thoughts and feelings that one would rather not say aloud. A private voice, one of the most intimate aspects of a person...meant for only the individual in question. Gabriel says to hell with privacy, and tears down the walls separating one man’s thoughts from another’s. No thought shall go unheard with Gabriel in the midsts. Whether he wants it to or not.

Memory Reading
Going a step further than simple surface thought reading, Gabriel can access the memories of his target, seeing them as vividly as if it were one of his own. Should the memory exist in the subject’s mind, than it is fair game for Gabriel.

Limits:

Gabriel isn’t a master of the mind by any stretch of the imagination. While he does have the potential to become a fairly strong telepath, he lacks basic control currently. Why, he cannot even filter thoughts at the moment. Anyone within twenty feet of Gabriel is subject to having his or her thoughts blasted into the junkie’s skull. However, should someone have enough willpower, they can put up a mental block, preventing Gabriel from touching their mind. Lord knows the boy doesn’t have the experience needed to work around such a barricade, so this seems to be one of the easiest ways of shutting him down. To kind of offset this, Gabe has taken to wearing headphones blaring some of his favorite music. It hurts his ears, but it drowns out the thoughts. Makes speaking to him a pain in the ass, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

Now, in order to read into the memory of a subject, Gabriel must make physical contact with said person. As long as he’s searching, he must remain in contact with the person. A break in connection or concentration will have meant all was for naught. Now, when trying to read a memory, complete and utter focus is required. So for this, Gabriel would prefer to isolate himself and his target to avoid any outside distractions. As for the memories themselves, Gabriel has no way of knowing if the memory is true or not. Should a person manage to convince themselves that a memory exists, it will appear to Gabriel. With that said, a crafty individual will have no trouble fooling the young telepath. Obviously a working mind is required for Gabriel to perform his magic. Sorry to all robots, zombies, and various creatures of mindlessness.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Prolonged use of his abilities will leave Gabriel with a terrible migraine. Use after that point can cause serious damage to his body and mind. This can be anything from bursting blood vessels, blood clots, aneurysms, to heart attacks, nausea, or just a particularly bad case of the sniffles.

When using his abilities, Gabriel must remain strongly focused on the task at hand. As such, his defenses are practically nonexistent at this point. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Gabriel must tear down his walls in order to reach out to another. If another telepath were to jump into his mind at such a time, they would have free reign to tear shit up.

Therein lies the largest issue for Gabriel. He DOESN’T understand how to build his walls. His power is nearly always running, which leaves him nearly exhausted most of the time. Large crowds drain him quickly. And above all, it’s overwhelming. Hearing so many thoughts at the same time...hearing so many things that were never meant to be heard...it’s too much. In a large enough crowd, Gabriel can completely shut down just due to the sheer volume of thoughts. Or even worse: he can lose himself in the ocean of voices, unable to find his way home. And when the mind and body are too occupied, it’s not beyond the realm of possibility for it to forget to regulate itself. Breathing? Overrated, really.

Relationships

Family:

Mother: Mary Maloney
Father: DECEASED Thomas Maloney

Dynamics:

Jude Biggs | Good | Bandmate/Best Friend | “Biggs, man...he’s always got the good shit. And he’s a helluva singer. If shit hits the fan, I know he’s got my back.” |

Jordan Glover | Neutral | Bandmate/Friend | “Ollie’s cool. We don’t talk as much anymore. I...I don’t know why.” |

Meghan Glover | Good | [Bandmate/Friend | “..yeah, I don’t fuck with Meg. Sanjay did, and well...just look what happened. She’s scary, man. Keeps a beat like no one’s business, but still scary.” |

Sanjay Tamboli | Bad | Bandmate/Frenemy | “Ahaha, yeah uh...Sanjay don’t like me no more. Guess he don’t like what he’s heard about me and Arya. I mean, I’d never hurt her, so I don’t get what his problem is. Seriously, he just needs to chill the hell out. But the dude can play a mean bass. Can’t take from him.”|

Other

[Ogo]

Meghan Glover

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Name:

Meghan Dianna Glover (Meg will work.)

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

There’s a sort of innocence that follows Meghan. God knows why it picked this little heathen. But when she narrows her upturned, pale green eyes, scrunches up her freckled nose, and gets that mischievous smirk on her face, shit’s about to hit the fan.

Surely it couldn’t be too bad, though? After all, Meghan looks like any other seventeen year old girl in America. She stands at about five foot seven, and weighs a healthy none of your damn business. Her figure sits somewhere between just straight and an hourglass. And while she is in decent shape, she doesn’t have overly visible muscles. So why be afraid of the little girl?

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Just take our word on it.

When trying to avoid the little bitch, be on the lookout for a woman with a heart shaped face and long chocolate brown hair with caramel highlights. It will likely fall down just past her shoulders. She’s not likely to wear bangs, so her fair will usually be pushed back behind her ears or fall around her face, framing it. She’s got rather clear sun-kissed skin. Why, the only blemish that comes to mind is a small mole at the corner of her mouth. Left side? Yeah, that sounds right. Speaking of which, her lips...the bottom lip is fuller than the top. Tends to stick out in a pout most of the time.

As far as clothing goes, she tends to layer up. Usually nothing revealing. Long sleeves, jackets, jeans over shorts/skirts. She usually always dresses up slightly, but remains casual. Nothing too flashy, but still worthy of attention.

…

But why are we wasting our time even telling you this?

She could be anywhere.

She could be anyone.

Why...she could even be you!

...or…

...or she could even be me...

Skills/Talents:

Growing up, Meghan tried a number of different hobbies and such, trying to find anything that really interested her. Most things didn’t. Sports weren’t her forte, and most crafty activities nearly bored her to sleep. She preferred something a bit more active, but not involving running. She also liked beating things. So when she was introduced to the drums during middle school, it was a match made in heaven. She’d always been pretty good about keeping the rhythm and beat, and she loved dancing, so taking that a step further was pretty natural. With everything said and done, she’s actually pretty good now.

Outside of that, she didn’t really get into much skill-wise. And as far as talents go, well, she kind of got shafted there. She’s really flexible, able to twist and contort her body into weird shapes, but that’s not really anything to write home about. There’s also her fairly impressive knack for impressions. After hearing someone speak for a while, she can usually parrot it pretty well. Her ear for cadence and accent is spot on...but it pretty much just amounts to a nifty party-trick. Kind of a bummer, but hey, if you were to want a human pretzel to give Liam Neeson’s speech from Taken as spoken by Christopher Walken, Meg’s your girl.

Brief Backstory:

Meghan didn’t really have an interesting early life. She was born and raised in Salem, Oregon by a lawyer and her husband, an air traffic controller. But shortly after Meghan was born, her mother died in a car accident. Her father eventually married a fairly successful real estate agent with a daughter of her own. They couple did alright. As such, Meg never wanted for much. Mommy and Daddy pretty much provided everything. But they were smart enough to avoid showering her in gifts and whatnot. So yeah, while she was a bit spoiled, it really could have been worse.

She had friends, she went to school, and quite frankly, the kid didn’t have much else going on. Why, it wasn’t until middle school that she got an actual hobby. Drumming. She on a whim signed up for the marching band, and picked a drum because it looked the most fun. It was. And marching band was alright too. A bit dorky for her tastes, but the people were alright. For a while. But the transition from middle school to high school changed some things.

A lot of her friends discovered sex and that was pretty much the end of their musical passions. Meghan wasn’t interested at first, but curiosity eventually wins over us all. Rather than just jump into it, she did some research. Porn. Lots and lots of porn. What started as harmless curiosity turned into an obsession. She consumed an unhealthy amount of the smut, and when that stopped doing anything for her, she moved on to the real thing. She knew the right people to get into some booze-fueled parties, and one night she grabbed the nearest drunken virgin and blew his mind.

That little process continued on for a while, and unsurprisingly, word got out about her shenanigans. She was called a whore, a slut, a Jezebel. But that never really bothered her. Hell, if the shoe fit. She was just having fun. Besides, why should guys be the only ones that got to fuck everything in sight and be celebrated? Fuck that noise. If anybody had a problem, they were jealous. At least that’s what she eventually settled on. It got annoying enough for her to quit band even. Not because she couldn’t handle the jackasses, but because she uh...got bored with it. Sure, let’s go with that.

But even the strongest among us break eventually. One could only take so much, and when the comments about her promiscuity didn’t get to her, people moved on to her physical appearance. While she was by no means a bad looking girl, when all one hears day in and day out is criticism on one’s appearance, well, it can worm its way into one’s confidence. And teens, well, they can be pretty savage. The constant teasing, it got to her. And after one especially brutal morning, where she was verbally beaten down by some slut named Jane, she broke. She fled to the bathroom, where she spent the rest of the day. Just needed some alone time, y’know? But while she was standing in front of the mirror, cursing herself and wishing that she was anybody else, she got her wish. Her reflection shifted before her eyes. In one moment, she was hideous, whorish Meg. In the next, she was tall, blonde Jane.

She thought she had finally cracked.

But when she left the bathroom, people greeted her as Jane. It was...bizarre.

She found out a little later what was going on. She was Meta-human. While she had no idea where it came from, there was no getting around it. She found that she could fairly accurately reproduce the visage of anyone she had seen before. A nifty trick, but not one she wanted to show the world. Not anytime soon, at least. She kept it quiet and never registered.

It was sometime after this that Meghan met some of the people that would become her best friends. Biggs, Gabe, Sanjay, Derek, and Arya. The guys were looking for a drummer for their garage band. She found a shitty little ad they had put online and decided why not give it a try. It was a perfect fit. They didn’t care about her whorish ways. As long as she could keep a beat and not get too wasted, that’s all that mattered. And it kind of helped that they could practice in Meg’s garage most of the time. Her parents were never around and their neighborhood was fairly spread out so it all worked out.

Things were groovy...for a while. But Gabe’s drug problem got bad. Like, real bad. And then Derek well...It was just a mess, y’know? After Derek’s passing, Biggs, Meg, Sanjay, and Jordan invited Gabe to show up for practice one day. It was going to be an intervention of sorts. They didn’t get far into it when the gathering was busted up by NEST. Apparently someone had squealed on Biggs about his Meta-humanness. And when they came to his most frequented spot to nab him, they hit a bit of a honey hole. Meg, Sanjay, Gabe, and Arya were all tagged as well. And most of them were dirty in some way. Gabe and Biggs were in the drugs pretty heavily. Sanjay was involved in some shady burglary ring and Arya...well she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And Meg? Well, apparently at some point she had taken to accepting “donations” for her time. She didn’t need the money, but it was nice to have some extra change in her pockets, especially if it was for doing something that he enjoyed and was going to do anyway. And people tended to tip a bit more if they could end up spending the night with practically anybody they wanted. It was a win-win.

So with their various less than legal habits behind them, and the terrible crime of being unregistered Meta-humans, they were each given a choice. Do some time, or go to camp.

Meghan went to camp.

Power Information

Super-System (Biological)

Power:

Appearance Mimicry
When it comes to various abilities that meta-humans may have, one may first think of something along the lines of flight or pyrokinesis or superspeed or even invisibility. So how far down that list does one have to get before they find shapeshifting? That’s Meg’s power in all its glory. She can shift her physical form to imitate any person she’s seen before. This will change everything from her height and weight to her skin or hair color. If it’s somebody who she’s been able to observe in person, Meghan can take on a more accurate imitation. If it’s a picture, she can still attempt it, but depending on the quality of the photo and the angle it was taken at, things may seem a little off.

Limits:

As stated above, Meg can only imitate actual people she’s seen. So creating an entirely new form is out of the question. So is taking on the shape based on someone’s description or drawing of a person. Furthermore, Meg can not replicate a person’s thoughts, skills, voice, smell, or, should they be meta-human as well, their powers. She can only copy human forms as well, so there’s no dinosaur shenanigans going to happen here. So even bestial meta-humans are safe from the doppelgänger since Meg can’t copy their more feral features.

While Meg can copy the appearance down to even the clothing the person is wearing, it’s merely superficial. If she copies someone wearing body armor, it won’t stop a bullet any more than her own hoodie. If they were to have a gun sitting in a holster on their hip, Meg would find it impossible to get the damn thing out of it, let alone fire at anybody.

The morphing takes a decent toll on Meg’s stamina, and maintaining the false form is a constant drain on it. The more accurate or detailed she tries to get, the more energy it consumes. And the disguise requires quite a bit of concentration. Knock her out or startle her and the girl slips right back into her tiny frame.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Ever hear your mother say to not make a face because it may end up sticking that way? In Meghan’s case, that’s a very real possibility. The more time she spends in another’s form, the harder it is for her to shift back to her natural appearance. It seems as if there’s a bit of an internal counter, ticking down the time she’s in certain forms. The more she uses one, the easier it is to slip into and maintain. But if she goes without using it, she can lose it. At least until she can see the person again. What this pretty much means that should Meg go about masquerading as other people long enough without returning to normal and getting a nice, long look at herself, she risks losing that completely. Spend enough time pretending to be someone else and you’ll forget who you really are.

Relationships

Family:

Step-Mother: Jasmine Glover
Father: Marcus Glover
Step-Sister: Jordan Glover

Dynamics:

Jordan Glover | Good | [Bandmate/Step-Sister | “Ollie’s a little nerd. But dammit, she’s my little nerd. I love that girl. So fuck with her and we’re going to have a problem. Capishe?” |

Jude Biggs | Good | Bandmate/Friend | “Scared of the big bad Biggs? Me? Please. He’s my big gay teddy bear. Dude wouldn’t hurt a fly. And he makes an excellent wingman.” |

Gabriel Maloney | Good | Bandmate/Friend | “Gabe’s fun as hell, man. When he’s uh...sober that is. Which isn’t often anymore. Kinda sucks. I wish he’d kick that junk he’s on. I mean, it’s tearing poor Arya apart. She don’t need that. None of us do. And after Derek...” |” |

Sanjay Tamboli | Good...ish | Bandmate/Friend | “Pfft. Jay? He’s alright. Likes to talk big but don’t let him fool ya. Dude ain’t shit. How’s that song go? ‘Two-pump chump and hung like a weasel’? I kinda feel bad for him, really.”|

Other

[Ogo]

Jordan Adkins

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Name:

Jordan Olivia Adkins(Friends call her Ollie)

Age:

16

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Given perfect posture, generous shoes, and her knit cap pulled just a bit higher than normal, Jordan could probably hit about five foot three. On a good day. And with her rather petite build, it would be reasonable for one to write her off as harmless. Why, she doesn’t look much different from any other girl her age. Or, y’know, a boy younger than her age. If it wasn’t for her long, curly ginger locks, it wouldn’t be too outrageous for one to see the small chest, nonpoppin’ booty, and gender neutral clothes and just assume brohood. Go ahead a mention it to her, she absolutely loves to hear that.

The gal has a few moles on her rather pale skin. A pair on her chest, a few on either arm, and one just off the corner of her right eye. As far as scarring goes, on the end of her left brow is an indention, a leftover from a playground accident involving monkey bars and a bee years ago that nearly took out one of her round blue eyes.

There’s not too much thought put into Jordan’s daily outfits. She’s content with just a hoodie or light jacket if it happens to be a bit nippy outside, otherwise it’s pretty much just band tees and jeans. And the beanie. Can’t forget the beanie. It’s basically the only thing that is saving her from a life as Princess Merida of DunBroch. Truly, her hair can be a wild, wild beast, and no man is brave enough for that. Not yet.

Skills/Talents:

Jordan, from an early age, was enthralled by cinema. Moving pictures, people pretending to be something completely different, it was all so exciting. So growing up, the gal consumed absolutely any movie that she could get her grubby paws on. So Ogo, how’s that relevant to any skill or talent, you might be thinking. Patience, asshats, we were just about to explain. Ollie, with a rather excellent memory, can recite a number of quotes and monologues from various classic films on cue. Great at drunken parties, terrible for crime fighting.

There’s a bit of a musician residing in the girl. She can play guitar pretty well, but she lives for the bass. The rhythm likes Ollie, and Ollie REALLY likes the rhythm. Go figure. Just uh...don’t let her sing. God bless her heart, she tries, but she sounds like a dying cat.

Math comes incredibly easily to her. Numbers, formulas, graphs, the whole shebang is her forte. Words...not so much.

She’s not one for most video games, but damn if she can’t hustle a fool in a fighting game. Take your pick of the lot o’ ‘em, she’ll whoop some virtual ass. Fear the ginger’s Shoryuken. Fear it.

Brief Backstory:

Jordan was born in Salem, Oregon, to a recently widowed real estate agent. Her father, a soldier, took his own life after accident that would leave him paralyzed from the waist down. The woman remarried sometime after that, to an aircraft traffic controller. Some guy named Marcus. He was alright. He had a daughter, a bitch named Meg. She was less than alright.

The gal had an uninteresting childhood really. Average grades, average friends, average interests. She was well on her way to an mediocre high school life, followed by a very short rebellious stage in a mediocre college, where she’d try acid once or twice before getting scared straight and continuing her education towards an Accounting degree, which she would then use to get a mediocre job at some mediocre firm in some mediocre city where she would meet some mediocre man and have some mediocre children and they’d live out their mediocre lives until she had a mediocre death at the age of seventy-eight. How fucking thrilling…

Luckily, she was rescued from the American Nightmare by...well...genetics. Upon hitting puberty, the girl’s body changed in some unexpected ways. No, not a larger chest or booty, much to her disappointment, but in a more...exotic way. She found that she could bypass walls and doors as if they weren’t even there. And floors. It led to a rather embarrassing incident in which she found herself accidentally falling into the boy’s restroom at school...from the room above it. Not knowing what the hell happened, she was spotted by some dude leaving a stall, who then proceeded to freak out about her being in there. As she left the bathroom, embarrassed all to hell, she bumped into Jane, the resident bitch. She and her friends had been gathered around the lockers across from the bathroom. They saw her leave the bathroom, and, well, the teasing was long and brutal.

After some poking around online, Jordan found the answer to her odd situation. She was apparently a metahuman. A Ghost, specifically. Which fit her curious(nosy) nature just fine. She spoke with many others online, joining several cyber communities consisting almost entirely of the freaks. She refused to register her status, seeing it as a horrible infringement of human rights. But she wasn’t stupid. She kept her mouth shut on that particular subject. For the time, at least. Once she got through her schooling, she had plans to join certain activist groups.

Some time later, her step-sister started having a couple guys over to the house, where they’d play some shitty music in the garage. She begged Meg to let her tag in, and while she was initially stonewalled, Meg eventually gave in. The band was short a bass player anyway. The girl instantly clicked with the group. And thus Daffodildo was born. Not exactly the classiest of bands, but fuck it.

The band wasn’t around long before drugs threatened to tear it apart. Derek and Gabe got really, REALLY into the shit. And one night, the shit got really, really into them. Derek died. Gabe almost did. And the dumbfuck KEPT using after that. More than he did before them. If Jordan didn’t know better, she’d think he was trying to off himself.

The band got together and decided to stage an intervention of sorts for the struggling guitarist. They didn’t get far into their meeting before NEST came a-knocking. The gig was up. They were after Biggs, having got him name from some asshat that squealed in order to get a shorter sentence. And the rest of them were pretty dirty themselves. Ollie, despite having never done anything really illegal, had given her name to the organization she was looking to join. It had apparently been raided a couple days before. Taken down completely in a matter of hours. And from there, they got a ton of names, many of which belonged to unregistered metas like our idealist redhead. She might have gotten away with just having to register but...the group had been suspected to have been involved with a number of terror events across the country. So she had two options. Be tried for aiding terrorists, or go to camp.

As tempting as federal prison sounded, she opted for camp, along with the others.

If they thought she was little terror before, just wait until she gets out...

Power Information

Super-System (Biological)

Power:

Intangibility
Ollie is able to quite effortlessly go wherever she wants, by, as she calls it, “ghosting” through solid objects. There’s not much more to it, really. She can go through most any natural substance found on Earth, including walls of various materials, people, concrete, you name it. When doing so, Ollie gains a sort of weightlessness, allowing her to effectively swim through the material if it is too thick for her to simply step through.

When ghosting, Ollie can target specific parts of her body, meaning that she doesn’t have to go completely intangible. To couple with this, she can extend the phenomenia, not to other people, not yet, but she CAN envelope an object the size of a small suitcase and take it with her. For this, however, she must remain in physical contact with the object. And she somehow drops the connection while in an object…

Yikes.

Limits:

As much as she may want to, Ollie cannot simply dive into a mountain and call it a day. Or rather, she could, but it won’t end pleasantly for her. Ollie is limited by how long she can hold her breath. Breathing while intangible doesn’t exactly do much for a gal. Furthermore, she cannot rematerialize inside a solid object. Not if she wants to remain whole that is.

While physical objects will pass harmlessly through her while intangible, energy and mental interactions remain unchanged. If someone were to say, toss a lightning ball at her, Ollie is going to be in for a shock.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

While Ollie can pretty much go through any object, she doesn’t have x-ray eyes. She can’t SEE through what she’s trying to ghost. If an object is too thick, all she’s done is find an easy grave. She’ll either run out of oxygen or…

It’s not pretty when a Ghost materializes inside a solid object. With the space already occupied, it comes down to which object is stronger. And the human body, being as weak as it is, loses nine times out of ten. When a Ghost DOES decide to try it anyway, and loses, it pretty much splits the body, pushing the foreign molecules out in the quickest ways possible. So what ends up on the outside, isn’t the same as what entered to begin with.

Smaller objects, like bullets, can simply pass through Ollie when she’s ghosting. But, should she rematerialize with it inside of her, she’s going to have a bad time. The momentum of the object doesn’t change. So if she’s too quick on the draw, she can phase a bullet through her head, just in time for it to pop out the other side, with half of her skull in tow.

Relationships

Family:

Mother: Jasmine Adkins
Step-Father: Marcus Glover
Step-Sister: Meghan Glover

Dynamics:

Meghan Glover | Good | [Bandmate/Step-Sister | “Ehh, I mean, we don’t always see eye-to-eye, but Meg’s been there for me when no one else was. We might not be blood, but that girl’s my sister. Even if she is a bitch.” |

Jude Biggs | Good | Bandmate/Friend | “Heh, I like Biggs. He’s funny. And I mean, he’s gay, I’m pan, we’re like two queer peas in a pod. Also, I’ve never seen a man that big be so terrified of harmless little puppies. Guess he’s just not an animal guy. Weird. He’s uh... been...a bit weird since Derek...y’know. Like, he’s acting as if nothing happened. And that’s like-he shou-It’s just wrong, okay? I hope he’s alright.” |

Gabriel Maloney | Neutral | Bandmate/Friend | “Ugggh, I just wish I could talk to Gabe WITHOUT him being high. It’s annoying. It’s like he’s always distracted or just not there. I mean, he’s a good guy, and Arya absolutely loves the dweeb, but...ugh, I dunno. I just don’t want to see another friend dead before twenty, y’know?” |

Sanjay Tamboli | Good | Bandmate/Friend | “Poor Jay...Meg’s rough on him. But I mean, he kind of brought it on himself. You don’t fuck with Meghan. She’s a sadistic little bitch. But I like him. Even though everybody kind of shits on him, he takes it all in his stride. Well...except for the dick jokes. Poor guy.”|

Other

[Ogo]

Sanjay Tamboli

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Name:

Sanjay Tamboli (Goes by Jay.)

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

The fashion gods didn’t exactly smile on Sanjay. His sense of style leaves a lot to be desired. Nine times out of ten, he’s in a short sleeved button-up. Striped, more often than not. And blue jeans. Check his closet and it just consists of variations on that outfit. But whatever. There’s certainly more to a man than his clothing, yeah?

Like many Americans, Jay could stand to lose a few pounds. At six foot two, though, he carries his weight pretty well. He rocks the Dad Bod, and it’s working well enough for him. Well enough for him to not stress over not making it to the gym as often as he could, and when he has that extra slice of cake or one or two more beers than he should, he doesn’t get slapped by the guilt fairy. It’s a nice life, really.

Sanjay Tamboli is a third-generation immigrant, with his grandparents on both sides originating from Mumbai, India. His skin and features are a testament of that. Brown, fairly blemish free skin and black hair. Hot dog. He uh...he’s also a rather hairy man. While he keeps his hair relatively short (usually in a fauxhawk, much to everyone’s disgust. Please kill the fauxhawk. Please.), and his beard is trim and beautifully shaped, his body hair runs rampant. It’s nice and thick, keeping him warm and toasty during winter. Okay, yes, he still has to wear warm clothing in winter, but it does make for a decent pillow for whoever happens to be sharing his bed.

Dark brown eyes, thick bushy brows partially connected in the middle, and a large nose are his other defining characteristics. Though, to be fair, he’s not exactly one to blend into a crowd in whitebread Salem, Oregon.

Skills/Talents:

Jay, like the other members of Daffodildo, is really into music. Inspired by the likes of Page, Van Halen, Clapton, and mothafuckin’ Hendrix, Jay picked up the six strings and never looked back, calluses be damned. Where Gabe’s more of the rhythm guitarist, Jay rips the sick solos as lead...or so he thinks. But hey, as long as he’s having fun, it’s all good.

He’s not all riffs and licks though. Cars, man. He’s pretty passionate about ‘em. Chances are, if he’s not trying to make his fingers bleed on the fretboard, he’s in the family garage working on the old ‘72 Pontiac GTO. Papa and he have been working on it the last couple years. Sure, they could probably dedicate a couple months and whip it out quick, but where’s the fun in that? Papa’s getting on in his years, but Jay knows his way around an engine block, and isn’t a stranger to the toolbox.

Jay’s also the only member of Daffodildo that can cook worth a damn. Sure, Biggs can bake, but that shit ain’t something on which a man can sustain himself. Jay’s the one that can make a belly smile. He knows quite a few recipes, gathered from the internet, various cookbooks, and his mother’s own traditional Indian cooking. If you like things spicy, Jay’s your boy. And if not, grow a pair, man up, and eat your damn food.

Brief Backstory:

Jay comes from a fairly large family. Aunts and uncles, and cousins as far as the eye can see. And his own parents weren’t slouches either on the breeding front. Sanjay has several brothers and sisters, but he and his little sister Arya were the last ones. They’re also the closest in age, what with the next youngest having six years on Jay. But they could afford it, no problem. Papa and mummy were both accomplished surgeons. So money was uh...never an issue.

Jay had a pretty nice childhood. He went to a fairly upscale school, was surrounded by friends, and was pretty decent at sports. Hell, there were kids that would give their kidneys to have even a fraction of what he did. But Jay wasn’t really happy. Call it ungrateful, call it pathetic, he’s heard it all. Depressed, they said. No idea why, they said. Take these pills, they said. You’ll be better, they said.

Well, they helped. A little. Not much. If they’d have just opened their ears, they’d know what the issue was. Quite frankly, Jay missed his parents. Given their careers, they were both away fairly often. Their schedules were wild, too. So Jay and Arya spent most of their time with a nanny. At least until they hit puberty, that is.

Music really pulled Jay from his slump. He fell in love with the guitar and quickly got his own. He poured his heart and soul into it. And he got pretty decent at it. He stopped taking his stupid zombie pills and never felt better. He had found the perfect treatment: rather than keeping everything bottled up and letting it fester and poison him with its vicious bile, he just let it all out, channeling it into chords.

It was angsty as fuck, man.

Some time after that, Sanjay found himself sinking back into his slump. He had friends that were using DRUGS and talked about it like it was the coolest shit in the world. He had taken drugs before, the little happy pills, and all it did was kill his motivation. They swore this was different. They offered him a taste, don’t worry about paying, first taste’s free. It was orgasmic. Literally and figuratively...awkward moment, that. But from that day forward, Jay found his DRUG of choice: cocaine. It was what all the rock stars did, so hell, why not? It was even giving him some inspiration again, and he dove back into playing.

At some point around this time, Sanjay met a couple of likeminded individuals. Jude Biggs, Derek Hughes, and Gabe Maloney. They were a bunch of punks, talking real big while not being shit, but they were pretty alright. More than that, they were fellow rockers. The four of them got together and formed a band. Daffodildo. Derek’s idea, that. Bonding over their mutual love of cocaine and the last century’s rock music, they grew close. Shortly after they formed, their quartet grew a bit bigger, with the addition of Meghan Glover and her sister Ollie. They were alright. The band usually hung out at Meg’s house. She had a nice garage and her neighbors weren’t as likely to call the cops if they heard “devil music” being played next door.

All was great. Then Derek died.

Shit kind of hit the fan after that. Jay blamed his friend’s death on Gabe, who he had recently found out had been fooling around with his sister Arya. Not cool, bro. Not cool at all. She was a fucking angel and he was some useless junkee. And now he had pushed one of Jay’s best friends into an early grave. Of course, he had no proof of that, but it was a gut feeling. And Jay trusted his gut.

The band eventually decided to hold an intervention for Gabe. Well...everyone except for Jay. He thought they’d be better without the fucker, but he was outvoted. So he went along with it. Bad decision.

NEST raided Meg’s garage that day, rounding up the lot of them. They were metahumans after all. Even Sanjay. He wasn’t registered, mind you. But that was because his powers had only recently manifested earlier that year.

Allow me to explain?

Jay had gotten involved with some guys that uh...kind of, sort of, broke into people’s homes and took their shit. Burglary. Yeah, the son of two successful, extraordinarily wealthy surgeons, was stealing. But understand, it wasn’t a matter of cash to Jay. Hell, he couldn’t care less about that. It was more of...well, something to do. One can only spend so much time rocking out or tinkering on an old classic before he lost his mind. So Jay got a job at a nearby convenience store, and please, save the stereotypical Indian jokes. It was the only place hiring that would both work around his school schedule, not involved too much manual labor, and not send him home smelling like french fries...Anyway, a couple of coworkers were into some...well, shady shit. But they were fun. So Jay joined in. Hence the home invasion schtick. It was whatever. Jay never had to hurt anybody, and most people they robbed were pretty well off, so he didn’t see too much wrong with it.

It was during one of these invasions when Jay learned that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t your average dude. The guys were casing this real spiffy looking place, but there was a problem: the owner was smart. All the entrances locked, no spare key in an obvious spot, and a sign out front warning of ADT security. Now, Sanjay’s not much of a gambling man, but his gut was telling him there wasn’t an actual system in the house. His associates weren’t so bold. He couldn’t convince them to bust a window. Honestly, they seemed out of luck. They spread out for one last look. Sanjay ended up near the end of the home, and just peered into a window. There was a sick looking guitar in the guy’s bedroom. A Taylor that looked like it was cared for pretty regularly. But...it didn’t seem as if it had been played much. It looked as if the owned just bought it and set it up as prop in his room. Just a tool to impress some chick into getting into bed with him, if he had to guess.

He wanted it.

He wanted it.

And next thing he knew…

He was holding it.

Inside the room.

It had happened so quickly. One moment he was on the outside looking in, the next he was standing in the swanky bedroom. It just...happened. Jay felt as if he was being jerked forward and...boom. Confused, he stumbled through the house, guitar in tow. He looked thoroughly, but as he had guessed, there was no alarm system. He unlocked the front door and let his buddies in. They made out with just about everything in the house, but Jay’s buddies never really spoke to him after that. Not a big fan of meta-humans, those.

So back to the NEST raid, when the officials were running everyone through the system, Jay’s name hit a match. Apparently one of his former associates got his dumbass busted on a botched break-in. And wouldn’t you know it, he gave up Jay’s name as a renegade meta-human. Just out of spite, it seemed. Well...Biggs could relate.

He was given the option, get a roomie named Big Bubba who didn’t respect boundaries, or board a bus and go hang out with a bunch of snot-nosed kids at a summer camp.

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What do you think he picked?

Power Information

Other

Power:

Teleportation
Sanjay’s an interesting case. Despite only fairly recently coming into his power, he’s gotten rather used to it in that short time. That ability is, obviously, teleportation. Nearly instantly, Sanjay can cross considerable distances. He is able to do this rapidly if the distance he’s moving is short enough (a few feet), but he seems to be able to go to any spot that is within his line of sight, provided there’s nothing in his targeted landing point.

When teleporting, Sanjay can bring his body (obviously), whatever he happens to be wearing, and about the amount of extra mass that would consist of a packed briefcase. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of charge up time to this. Liberal use seems to be just fine.

Limits:

As one can infer from above, Sanjay can only travel as far as he can clearly see. And his landing point must be clear and specific. This means that just because Sanjay can see a mile or two off into the distance, if he can’t make out an actual L.Z., then he’s shit out of luck. So smoke, rain, or even a blizzard could effectively render him useless. Break the eyes, break the man.

He also cannot teleport others with him. Sorry to anybody that was hoping to use him as the world’s quickest taxi-service. Wait a couple years and try again. He can take small things though, so give him your wallet.

Teleporting is unexpectedly tiring, too. A few factors play into how much energy is being used. But most notably would be distance, frequency, and amount of mass being transported. Want to warp around a room like a superpowered crack monkey? Knock yourself out. Want to make very few long distance jumps? Groovy. Want to warp around long distance like a superpowered crack monkey? You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’ son. It can simply eat through his energy like nobody’s business if he’s not careful.

Momentum also plays a key role here. Just because he decides to jump, doesn’t mean he’s getting away with falling off a cliff. Typically whatever direction he’s moving when he ports, that’s the direction he’ll still be moving in when he reappears.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

It’s not just his energy that teleporting can eat through. Rapid jumps can begin attacking his body as well. The more he ports, the more unstable his body becomes. While it can be useful, if he keeps it up, Jay might not reappear with all of his parts whole. It’s hard to tell what will be affected by the instability, at least until it happens. Enjoy your Russian Roulette, boy.

Jay also cannot stop a jump after he’s started. So if something happens to quickly pop up there before he does...well, R.I.P.

Why?

Technically Jay CAN teleport into an object. It would be suicide, but he can do it. What’s going to happen though, is whatever bit of his that ends up inside the object is going to be completely crushed beyond recognition. He might get away with an arm or leg, I mean, it’s not going to kill him to lose a limb, but it wouldn’t be pleasant if his head or chest ends up in there.

But hey, if he ever wanted a quick and insanely painful end, he’s got an out.

Relationships

Family:

Father: Sandeep Tamboli
Mother: Meera Tamboli
Sister: Avani
Brother: Vikram Tamboli
Sister: Vena Tamboli
Sister: Arya Tamboli

Dynamics:

Meghan Glover | ... | [Bandmate/Friend | “Listen, whatever she says about me? Complete bullshit. She’s just mad because I broke her heart. But hey, it’s not my fault. I’m a fuckin’ stud. Gotta, y’know, run the fields. Sow my oats and all that.” |

Jude Biggs | Good | Bandmate/Best Friend | “Man, we’ve been running together since way back, y’know? Biggs is the best man I’ve ever met. Hell, he’s more of a brother to me than my own brothers. But...man, he needs to give up on Gabe. Dude’s just gonna drag him down.” |

Gabriel Maloney | Bad...ish | Bandmate/Friend...ish. | “Listen, I liked Gabe as much as the next guy. He used to be pretty cool. But that heroin shit he’s on? It’s not cool. It’s fucking changed him. He ain’t the same guy. And fuck me, I guess, for being the only one with the balls to actually say it. I mean, he’s lying now, I’m pretty sure he’s stealing from everyone, and I mean...c’mon man...with Arya? She’s my baby sister, bro. You don’t fucking do that. And Derek...if it wasn’t for that slimy piece of shit, Derek might still be...ugh. I gotta go, otherwise I’m going to go beat his fucking face in.” |

Jordan Adkins | Good | Bandmate/Friend | “Ollie’s alright. I ain’t got any problems with her. Well...she does this thing where if we’re watching a movie that she’s seen, she’ll recite the fucking lines as they’re said. First couple times was impressive, don’t get me wrong, but that shit gets old after awhile. But I mean, other than that, she’s alright in my books.”|

Other

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Jude Biggs

Basic Information

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Name:

Jude Tucker Biggs (Most people just call him him Biggs.)

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

At just under three-hundred fifty pounds (347lbs to be exact), Biggs certainly lives up to his name. He carries it well enough on his large six-foot-five frame, though the weight is still rather prevalent across his body. His chest and back carry a lot of it, folding and sagging every which way, and for the curious, yes, the man boobage is strong in this one. Not as bad as it could be, but many would probably elect to keep their shirts on in his position. But wait, there’s more. A round, sagging gut juts over his waistline, reaching down to rest in front of the button of his pants. His upper arms and thighs could resemble short tree trunks, tapering off slowly until the respective joints, then narrowing sharply to the hands/feet. And his extremities are rather short and stumpy as well.

His face could not dodge the ravages of weight either. It is round, ending in a cleft chin, which sits atop a fold of skin that might as well be his real chin. But he has solved that little issue. A brown beard, nay, a truly magnificent mane covers his jawline and reaches down onto his neck, following it to just above his Adam’s Apple. The hair is thick, extending out about two inches from his skin. This is in stark contrast to his head which is buzzed nearly completely bald. His eyebrows lay in a light crescent over his downturned pale blue eyes.

Small moles dot the young man’s otherwise blemish-free ruddy skin. On his face, there are a couple dark spots on his left cheek, but the right cheek is where all the fun is. Along with a few more spots, Biggs has two slightly raised bumps between his eye and nostril, maybe an inch and some change apart at most. The bumps are about half the diameter of the standard #2 pencil eraser.

As for clothing and the like...well, it ain’t easy looking fly when you’re confined to the “Big & Tall” sections in stores. Sure, he could always just order his outfits online but that’d be a bit out of his budget. So he makes due. More than not, he’ll be wearing some sort of graphic tee and jeans. Or trousers. Or whatever will fit, really. At least when it comes to accessories he has a bit more freedom. Biggs is rarely seen without a duckbill cap in various patterns. Both ears are stretched out a touch and now house curved steel bars. And on his left wrist is an Omega knock-off. Stainless steel bracelet and an ocean blue dial. While it’s not the real deal, it’s not a bad little timepiece.

And finally, one of the more noticeable features of the Big Man...the tattoos. Biggs is absolutely covered in them. Coupled with his overall large features and the guy can come across as rather intimidating to some. He is rocking full sleeves connecting to a large portrait of a majestic kodiak bear ferociously roaring on his back. Under his bear are the names of his mother and brothers. A few tattoos rest on his neck, most noticeably is the number four. Considering he grew up on fourth street, one can connect the dots. And across his fingers on his right hand the the letters “B-I-G-G”. The left fingers spell out “S-H-O-T.”

Skills/Talents:

Fight or flight. It’s the natural response a creature has to a harmful event, attack, or threat to survival. Being a big boy growing up, Jude Biggs never exactly excelled at the whole flight concept. He wasn’t much better at fight either, but out of the two, one of them used his weight as an advantage while the other was merely hindered by it. While he’s no Rocky, Biggs can hold his own in a fight if it came down to it. He’s not trained in any sort of style, but one tends to pick up the basics pretty quickly when one gets beat down every other day.

Biggs is a much lover than a fighter, so to speak. He’s rather musically inclined, possessing a rather lovely singing voice as well as decent skills on trumpet, saxophone, and piano. And while he cannot draw to save his life, and his handwriting is on the extreme fringes of legibility, the boy can put words together fairly well. Poetry and songwriting tends to be his jam. When he combines these, well, Biggs ends up being a rather clever rapper.

While not the most athletic guy around, Biggs digs basketball. He’s always up for a pick-up game. And while the other players are likely to run circles around him, the guy’s can hit net like nobody’s business.

Little extra tidbit for you, dear readers, because I love and cherish you all and am totally not trying to fluff this shit out longer than it needs to be: Biggs can bake! Cakes, cookies, the whole nine yards. And the shit tastes fan-fuckin’-tastic. Doesn’t look half bad, neither. If the drug game doesn’t work out, there may be a future as a pastry chef in the works for him.

Brief Backstory:

Bradley Biggs and Jennifer Maloney had been seeing each other for only a couple months when after a drunken night of debauchery, Jude was conceived. Named after her father and Bradley’s brother, Jude Tucker Biggs ended up the first of eventually three boys between the trucker and substitute teacher. Though shortly after Jennifer got pregnant with Benjamin, Bradley packed up his truck one last time and hit the highway, never to return.

Jennifer tried her best raising the boys, and for the most part, Jude turned out mostly alright. Granted, he did end up maturing a bit before his time. With no father in the picture, Jude had to step up as it were, helping his mother with the housework and caring for his little brothers whenever needed. But kids will still be kids, and even the mature young Biggs could be a brat from time to time.

At some point during his childhood that Biggs realized that there was something a bit...different about him. He was too strong for a kid his age. He ended up breaking things left and right completely by accident. Even he knew something was up. After all, when he was able to lift the family car up just to retrieve a ball that had rolled under it, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that shouldn’t happen. Somehow he managed to keep it a secret, only telling his mother once. She was so terrified for the boy that she forbid him from ever using the power around others. He complied, and thus his little ability was never actually discovered, or more importantly, registered. It was hard though. He was a heavy kid, and frequently got into fights with the other kids on the block. It wasn’t just the weight though, that attracted the teasing. His lack of a father, his brother’s apparent “slowness”, and terrible rumors about his mother were all fuel for the fire. It took more than a little restraint to keep from smashing some skulls...but he managed. And while he did end up mellowing out a bit as he grew older, those early years really were rough.

The little hellion didn’t end his reign of terror at sloppy playground brawls either. He stole things. Often. It could be anything as small as a candybar from the shop at the end of the block, or money from somebody’s unattended purse. He knew what he was doing was technically wrong, but the young Biggs valued his family’s wants and needs over abstract concepts such as morality. Ethics be damned, if his baby brother was hungry and there was no food in the house, he’d make sure the kid could eat.

His youthful shenanigans eventually matured into slightly older crime. Drugs. While he never did actually join the local gang, he did know some people on the inside. They got him hooked up with what he needed. And though Jude never had much of a taste for the product, he was absolutely addicted to the money it brought in. He was a small time dealer, but he was pretty successful. Maybe it was luck that he was never busted for it. Or maybe he was just a drug dealing prodigy? In any case, the family’s income tended to be a bit higher than what the IRS would see at the end of the year. If Jennifer knew what he was doing, and she probably did, she didn’t seem to care.

It was during this time that Biggs met the men that would become his best friends. Sanjay Tamboli, Gabriel Maloney, and Derek Hughes. The four together made for excellent business partners, and the great times seemed as if they’d never end. It was bliss. Pure, drug-tainted bliss. They even made a shitty garage band, Daffodildo, where they picked up Jordan Adkins as a bassist and her sister Meghan Glover on drums.

But the dealing soon came to an abrupt stop after some close run-ins with the law. Biggs realized that he was found out before he was actually fingered though. While the law knew he was on the wrong side of the D.A.R.E. campaign, they couldn’t gather enough to nail him. He threw in the towel and washed his hands of the whole deal. He’d find another way to support the family. Maybe something a bit more legit.

He never had the chance.

In a matter of days, Jude Biggs’ world shattered apart.

Derek Hughes, Biggs’ best friend and lover, suffered a major heart attack after a night of alcohol-fueled speedballing. He went fairly peacefully. Bigg’s friend Gabriel was there, along with his own little brother Hector, and they all took a trip down the same slippery slope. Derek’s heart gave out, where Hector and Gabe nearly choked to death.

Devastated by the loss, and horrified that his baby brother was hooked on the same shit that he had been slinging, Jude fell into a bit of a depression. Blaming himself for his brother’s addiction, Biggs swore to himself that he’d get Hector clean. Somehow. No matter the cost.

Unfortunately, the cost tended to be a bit too steep, financially, at least. He simply couldn’t afford to get the boy into a rehab clinic. There was another option though. He could kept slinging. Build up enough money to get Hector some help, then he could quit for good.

Turned out that life wasn’t going to work the way he wanted it to.

One of Biggs’ former associates in the drug game fell hard. Fortunately for him, he had some information to trade, especially on some unregistered Meta-humans. Unfortunately for Biggs, he was one of those Meta-humans. Years of laying low thrown out the window just because some bozo couldn’t smell ham when it was staring him in the face. Great. When it came time for Biggs to come down, he didn’t even have anything he could trade to lessen his sentence: the bozo squealed like a damn pig.

Luckily, it was NEST that got to Biggs first. They crashed a bandmeeting between Biggs and the crew. They all went down. He was given some options. And though none of them sounded particularly great, he agreed to the Camp ThinkerRock route. If nothing else, it would be a bit quicker and, all things considered, it had to be better than the alternative. Right?

So Biggs found himself on his way to Camp ThinkerRock. He resigned to just do his time as quietly as possible, then get home. And maybe, just maybe, Hector wouldn’t have fallen TOO deep into the drugs...

Power Information

Super-System

Power:

Superhuman Strength
There’s strong, and then there’s very strong. And slightly above that would be Biggs. For someone with his unique physique, it would be expected for him to be at least a little strong. After all, fat may be fat, but a man doesn’t just carry around the equivalent of an average woman or small man along with his natural weight and NOT get accustomed to some heavy lifting. That being said, what Jude can do is staggering. He is able to lift a staggering amount of weight fairly easily. Like, don't go to the gym with him. You will most likely feel like less than a man after he lifts your entire weight bench while you're hitting reps.

So how does that actually play into any use outside of cheap party tricks or gym dominance? To that, I ask you, have you ever been hit in the face by a powerlifter? It fucking sucks. So just use your imagination here. Make the connection. Go ahead. I'll wait.

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Yeah.

So when slapping around fools isn't enough, it's time to get creative. Biggs LOVES to get creative. At his strength, one's environmental weapon arsenal tends to open up quite a bit. All of a sudden, dumpsters, street lamps, that hog dog cart down the block, they all become ammo for Mean Green Bigg Pitching Machine. And when none of that works, he can pull out the absolute big guns, so to speak.

I speak, of course, of your average compact. Tiny little hybrids, electric cars, and very few midsized cars all fall within Biggs' weight range. And while it may not be the equivalent of being run over and peeled out on, having Prius slamming down on top of a guy is just a painful, not to mention pathetic, way to go.

Enhanced Durability
With great power...blah blah blah. As one might expect, Biggs is pretty tough. For him to pull off some of the shit that he does, his body has to be pretty resistant. How else can he lift up that dumpster without his legs snapping, his arms giving out, and that dumpster crushing him like an ant beneath its feet?

Hell if we know. He obviously isn't in great shape physically, but that being said, he's a durable little fuck. That's not to say that one couldn't stroll up to him and introduce him to Mr. Shankey, the friendly neighborhood switchblade. His skin is still skin after all. But you're just not going to break his arm. Sorry Ms. Rousey, your armbar isn't going to be too useful here. His body seems capable of supporting up to ten times his body weight. Which is great. But...

Limits:

Jude seems to have a hard limit of about three tons and some change. It seems to be tied in with his actual body weight. Or at least, Biggs have never tried lifting anything more than ten times his weight. He's big, but he ain't dumb. That’s the absolute maximum amount of weight he’s managed to pick up thus far. When he did so, he was unable to take even a single step. Just lifting the damn thing took everything he had. After tossing it, and it only going a few feet, Biggs hit the ground, exhausted. He had to rest for about a day or two before he felt normal again.

Super strength isn’t all sunshine and Priuses, either. While he’s had it a while, knowing exactly how much force to use on an object can be tricky, and it’s not exactly something one can simply turn off when one doesn’t want to use it. Seeing as how Biggs is buying a new alarm clock on a weekly basis, there are some kinks. Don’t shake his hand. Fist bump at your own risk.

And his durability...while his frame is pretty sturdy, its contents are not. It's like carrying around eggs in a steel carton. Piercing, burning, freezing, pretty much anything that isn't just straight up blunt trauma is going to hurt. A lot.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

So yes, super strength can be pretty damn handy. But on it’s own, it’s not much to write home about.

Stamina is an issue here. Using his tremendous strength just tears through the guy’s energy. Extended exertion is guaranteed to damage his body heavily. And should he try to bear his maximum load for any extended period of time, he’ll quickly find himself exhausted to the point of passing out. The same can be said of the resistance aspect of his abilities. Sure, he can jump off a decent sized roof and land on his feet without his legs snapping like twigs, but he's going to pay for it. The higher the leap, the more force his body has to disperse, the more energy is devoured. That's what makes the maximum weight bearing so dangerous. He's getting hit on two fronts there. And should he continues past the point of exhaustion, well, Biggs is buying himself an express one-way ticket to Ash city. A few hundred pounds isn’t going to wipe him out, but it is better if uses his strength in short bursts with lower amounts, just to be safe.

He also moves slow as hell. Big guys usually aren’t known for their agile, graceful movements. Biggs is no exception. One of the easier ways to beat the big man is just to stay away and whittle him down with ranged attacks. Or bust a cap in his ass. Whatever floats your boat, really.

Or, if one feels frisky, get up close and sock him a couple of times. Despite his strength and size, Jude has absolutely zero fighting experience. His technique is nonexistent, his speed is pathetic, and his knowledge is limited at best. It’s not outrageous to say he could easily get his ass whooped. But when all you need is one good punch to end a fool...well, you can get away with being complete shit.

If somehow, someway, Biggs does end up with a broken bone or two, he's in for a bad time. Maybe it has something to do with just the strength of his frame, but the damn thing doesn't heal well, at all. A broken bone may last three, six, or even ten weeks in some people. Biggs is likely looking at double that. Twelve to twenty weeks is not outside the realm of possibility here. And with that knowledge, Biggs is SUPER careful when it comes to his body. Avoiding injuries is one of his top priories. Kind of sad, really. A man can take a punch like no one's business, survive falls that would cripple your average man, but should he somehow fracture his bone, he's on the bench for a long ass time.

Relationships

Family:

Father: Bradley Biggs
Mother: Jennifer Murphy
Brother: Hector Biggs
Brother: Benjamin Biggs

Dynamics:

Gabriel Maloney | Good | Bandmate/Best Friend | “Gabe...dude’s had it rough. Like, real rough. And despite that, he’s still so damn happy. I dunno, man, that’s a strong guy if you ask me. If anyone can kick this heroin shit, it’s him. And I’ll help him as much as I can. ” |

Jordan Glover | Good | Bandmate/Friend | “Little Ollie is just plain awesome. She’s adorable. I just want to like, put her in my pocket and take her everywhere. She’s like the little sister I never had. Can I-Can I just go ahead and adopt her?”|

Meghan Glover | Good | [Bandmate/Friend | “Meg’s crazy, man. And I mean crazy like, one day she’s going to call you up at three in the morning asking you to help her bury a dead hooker. And you’ll help, because while yeah, you’re scared of getting caught, you’re more terrified of what that crazy bitch is going to do to you if you don’t. Good kid though.” |

Sanjay Tamboli | Good | Bandmate/Best Friend | “Ha ah...man, me an’ Sanjay go way back, y’know? We was runnin’ shit back in the day. I’d die for that fool in a heartbeat, no joke. I know he’d do the same. If there’s anyone a guy can count on, it’s Sanjay fuckin’ Tamboli.”|

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