[OOC] The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

[Kirah]

@Wade Wilson I'll miss you! Hope to do with you again.

[Komo]

@Undine

I posted! :D

[Saltwater Thief]

Apologies for the radio silence. This week has been full of double show days and new personal projects to start work on and I just haven't had any time to post. Come Sunday things should ease off for a few days, so I'll at least post then if not sooner.

[McHaggis]

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[Stitches]

Sienna Hartwell

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Sienna Hartwell

“Ohhh, we are in so much trouble.”
-Sienna

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The Basics

|Name|

Sienna Hartwell

|Nickname|

Sie. That's just it, really. Sienna takes offence at the lack of creativity.

|Birth Date|

12 Janurary 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Pansexual

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In The Mirror

|In Depth Appearance|

Sienna is rather short; only around 5'2". She has a curvy body and usually wears some make-up to emphasise her big grin and dark brown eyes. Her hairstyle changes from time to time, but the most dramatic changes are in her clothing; Sienna picks out very vibrant and unique outfits to wear, spanning from smooth, refined black dresses to hoodies and jogging trousers.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Sienna wears large hoop ear-rings. She has a small scar on her waist from a bad accident falling off her bike as a child, and a tattoo on the small of her back of the Gemini zodiac sign.

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Getting to Know Me

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Family
✔Food
✔The outdoors
✔Large crowds
✔Fire, flames
✔Rain and thunderstorms
✔Winter
✔Fashion
✔Night-time
✘Boredom
✘Big cities
✘Getting up early
✘Drugs and alcohol
✘Curfew

|Hobbies|

Fashion: Sienna is particularly fond of creating her own outfits out of a mixture of charity-shop clothes and hand-me-down jewellery. She takes a lot of pride in the diversity of her wardrobe.

Cooking: Sienna enjoys cooking her own meals, finding it to be quite a relaxing and useful skill to have. Still, she can cause a kitchen catastrophe if she gets distracted, simply leaving whatever she is cooking on the stove.

|Habits|

Talking before thinking: All of the time. She has the decency to at least lower her voice, but she's a very chatty person in general.

Showing off: If there's any word to describe Sienna, it's extravagant. Her ego knows no bounds and she flaunts her assets whenever she has the possibility to do so.

Getting Distracted: Sienna has the attention span of a small child. Anything can completely captivate her attention for the best part of 15 minutes until the dreaded boredom seeps in and she has to seek new entertainment.

|Fears|

☠Heights.
☠Drowning.
☠

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Delving Deeper

|Personality|

♦ Confident ♦ Friendly ♦ Blunt ♦ Energetic ♦

Sienna is the epitome of self-confidence. She speaks loudly, gesticulates flamboyantly, and has a very loud and emotive voice which never ceases to resound cheerfully around the room in which she is present in. Not only is she confident but also incredibly welcoming, as if she is aware of how her overbearingly energetic attitude can startle the unwary.

Be warned, however, that as friendly as Sienna can be she is also very sharp-tongued and will not hesitate to shout down anyone who offends her. Her brutal honesty and vicious remarks are more than enough to hold her own, though if that does not work she has no quarrels with a good, sharp backhand to prove her point.

|History|

Sienna's mother died of leukaemia when Sienna was three, and her father, unable to support the family in a period of intense grief, had given up Sienna for adoption. Sienna consequently grew up in a small orphanage in Washington. Nevertheless, her optimism started to shine through when she was a child and she grew a rough skin to bullying and insults - not like it was a profound issue for the little tyke, but growing up surrounded by a group of abandoned children does give way to a large host of jabs about dead or absent parents. One of the main things Sienna prided herself over, was her ability to remain open-minded, even at such a young age. It was why she was so readily adopted by her foster parents at the age of 12, and moved to Verona.

The initial settling-down process was tough. Sienna had just left her 'family' for her new parents, and being the first and only child meant she had nobody to play with. The rural town did not have the charm and vivacity that Sienna thrived upon in the orphanage and with only 1 school to go to, Sienna's blunt attitude and sharp tongue alienated herself from making quite a few friends. Still, she worked hard to achieve her grades and recently finished High School. With no university to go to (Jacob and Chris could not afford to pay tuition fees, and Sienna was more partial to getting a job instead of a degree) Sienna took up a part-time job as a waitress in the Diner on weekends.

When she found out about her power, the first thing she did was show her parents and share the excitement with them both. Jacob and Chris had no idea how or why it worked but decided to keep Sienna indoors until they figured out a way to smuggle her away from the prying eyes that small town communities tended to have. Word got out, however, that many other teenagers went through the same process and developed all sorts of different abilities. Reluctantly, Jacob allowed Sienna outdoors, but Chris is still against the notion and ensures that the real Sienna always carries his 10mm pistol in her handbag.

|Family|

Sienna currently lives with her two fathers, Jacob Hartwell and Chris Remsworth. She lives near the centre of town in a semi-detached house.

|Theme Song|

Royals - Lorde
_{”Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen Bee.”}

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My Superpower

|Power Name|

Cloning

|Power Descrption|

Create physically identical copies of yourself at will.

|Abilities|

Sienna can make up to 10 clones, wearing the outfit in which they are 'created'. They walk, talk and act exactly like Sienna. The clones are independent from Sienna and are not able to share any telepathic link; only the original can order the other clones, which will unquestionably obey the order.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

Sienna can only make 10 clones of herself at any given time. These clones last 24 hours on their own, and have a range of existence approximately the same size as Verona. As they reach the extent of their time/space limit, they will start to weaken drastically and eventually dissipate into small particles of light. Any injury inflicted on a clone will be inflicted on the original and all other clones. If one clone is killed, the rest will feel their pain but will not die.

[McHaggis]

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[Stitches]

It's not as if I'm salty over waiting.



Anyway, let's get down to business, shall we? Any fine ladies or gentlemen want to be friends with my beautiful sassy child, or am I going to have to fling her at you until you tolerate her?

[Nallore]

@Stitches Yay a newbie has arrived! *Gropes the newbie* I can see Ali and Sie could get along nicely as friends. :)

[AlteredTundra]

Sienna Hartwell

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Sienna Hartwell

“Ohhh, we are in so much trouble.”
-Sienna

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The Basics

|Name|

Sienna Hartwell

|Nickname|

Sie. That's just it, really. Sienna takes offence at the lack of creativity.

|Birth Date|

12 Janurary 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Pansexual

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In The Mirror

|In Depth Appearance|

Sienna is rather short; only around 5'2". She has a curvy body and usually wears some make-up to emphasise her big grin and dark brown eyes. Her hairstyle changes from time to time, but the most dramatic changes are in her clothing; Sienna picks out very vibrant and unique outfits to wear, spanning from smooth, refined black dresses to hoodies and jogging trousers.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Sienna wears large hoop ear-rings. She has a small scar on her waist from a bad accident falling off her bike as a child, and a tattoo on the small of her back of the Gemini zodiac sign.

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Getting to Know Me

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Family
✔Food
✔The outdoors
✔Large crowds
✔Fire, flames
✔Rain and thunderstorms
✔Winter
✔Fashion
✔Night-time
✘Boredom
✘Big cities
✘Getting up early
✘Drugs and alcohol
✘Curfew

|Hobbies|

Fashion: Sienna is particularly fond of creating her own outfits out of a mixture of charity-shop clothes and hand-me-down jewellery. She takes a lot of pride in the diversity of her wardrobe.

Cooking: Sienna enjoys cooking her own meals, finding it to be quite a relaxing and useful skill to have. Still, she can cause a kitchen catastrophe if she gets distracted, simply leaving whatever she is cooking on the stove.

|Habits|

Talking before thinking: All of the time. She has the decency to at least lower her voice, but she's a very chatty person in general.

Showing off: If there's any word to describe Sienna, it's extravagant. Her ego knows no bounds and she flaunts her assets whenever she has the possibility to do so.

Getting Distracted: Sienna has the attention span of a small child. Anything can completely captivate her attention for the best part of 15 minutes until the dreaded boredom seeps in and she has to seek new entertainment.

|Fears|

☠Heights.
☠Drowning.
☠

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Delving Deeper

|Personality|

♦ Confident ♦ Friendly ♦ Blunt ♦ Energetic ♦

Sienna is the epitome of self-confidence. She speaks loudly, gesticulates flamboyantly, and has a very loud and emotive voice which never ceases to resound cheerfully around the room in which she is present in. Not only is she confident but also incredibly welcoming, as if she is aware of how her overbearingly energetic attitude can startle the unwary.

Be warned, however, that as friendly as Sienna can be she is also very sharp-tongued and will not hesitate to shout down anyone who offends her. Her brutal honesty and vicious remarks are more than enough to hold her own, though if that does not work she has no quarrels with a good, sharp backhand to prove her point.

|History|

Sienna's mother died of leukaemia when Sienna was three, and her father, unable to support the family in a period of intense grief, had given up Sienna for adoption. Sienna consequently grew up in a small orphanage in Washington. Nevertheless, her optimism started to shine through when she was a child and she grew a rough skin to bullying and insults - not like it was a profound issue for the little tyke, but growing up surrounded by a group of abandoned children does give way to a large host of jabs about dead or absent parents. One of the main things Sienna prided herself over, was her ability to remain open-minded, even at such a young age. It was why she was so readily adopted by her foster parents at the age of 12, and moved to Verona.

The initial settling-down process was tough. Sienna had just left her 'family' for her new parents, and being the first and only child meant she had nobody to play with. The rural town did not have the charm and vivacity that Sienna thrived upon in the orphanage and with only 1 school to go to, Sienna's blunt attitude and sharp tongue alienated herself from making quite a few friends. Still, she worked hard to achieve her grades and recently finished High School. With no university to go to (Jacob and Chris could not afford to pay tuition fees, and Sienna was more partial to getting a job instead of a degree) Sienna took up a part-time job as a waitress in the Diner on weekends.

When she found out about her power, the first thing she did was show her parents and share the excitement with them both. Jacob and Chris had no idea how or why it worked but decided to keep Sienna indoors until they figured out a way to smuggle her away from the prying eyes that small town communities tended to have. Word got out, however, that many other teenagers went through the same process and developed all sorts of different abilities. Reluctantly, Jacob allowed Sienna outdoors, but Chris is still against the notion and ensures that the real Sienna always carries his 10mm pistol in her handbag.

|Family|

Sienna currently lives with her two fathers, Jacob Hartwell and Chris Remsworth. She lives near the centre of town in a semi-detached house.

|Theme Song|

Royals - Lorde
_{”Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen Bee.”}

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My Superpower

|Power Name|

Cloning

|Power Descrption|

Create physically identical copies of yourself at will.

|Abilities|

Sienna can make up to 10 clones, wearing the outfit in which they are 'created'. They walk, talk and act exactly like Sienna. The clones are independent from Sienna and are not able to share any telepathic link; only the original can order the other clones, which will unquestionably obey the order.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

Sienna can only make 10 clones of herself at any given time. These clones last 24 hours on their own, and have a range of existence approximately the same size as Verona. As they reach the extent of their time/space limit, they will start to weaken drastically and eventually dissipate into small particles of light. Any injury inflicted on a clone will be inflicted on the original and all other clones. If one clone is killed, the rest will feel their pain but will not die.

@Stitches

I'm not going to lie here. I was kind of disappointed that you didn't give her the color sienna for her speech color. It would have brought her name full circle. xD

[kittyluna45]

It's not as if I'm salty over waiting.



Anyway, let's get down to business, shall we? Any fine ladies or gentlemen want to be friends with my beautiful sassy child, or am I going to have to fling her at you until you tolerate her?

@Stitches

I could see Kata getting along with her once they got to know each other, but not so much Nina. They are both sharp tongued, and that could spell trouble. However Nina probably knows Sienna, since they both were on the honor roll I'm guessing. [I'm guessing Nina still is, since still in school]

[cerozer0]

@Kirah

Would you like to post something for Tessa before I have King react to being hauled around or nah? Don't wanna leave you behind but if I'm good to go lmk ;3;

[Kirah]

Nah go for it. @Liriia

[HalfOfLancelot]

*Slowly slides him forward*

Foxtrot Sinclair

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“and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart”
-ee cummings, 'i carry your heart with me(i carry it in'

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|Name|

Foxtrot Olivier Sinclair

|Nickname|

Fox
Foxy

|Birth Date|

March 19th, 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Homosexual as fuCK

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"Let loss reveal it."

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|In Depth Appearance|

A sweet child.

That's Foxtrot in a nutshell. He looks like he'd be a sweet boy, the kind old grannies used to dote on at the super market. Where aunts pinched his cheeks and uncles rustled his hair. For the most part, Fox felt an indifference to the attention; it neither harmed nor aided him. But, at an older age, he did realize he'd taken their kindness for granted. Though, Fox never really did grow out of his 'sweet child' stage and maybe he's more of a pretty boy than he'd like to admit.

Pretty boy seems to be a good estimate, though. Of course, Fox likes to carry himself in less of an arrogant, confident manner. Subconsciously, Fox walks with a heavy cadence. His posture is much to be desired (looking 5'7" when he's actually 5'9") and, though his physique is above average, a quick look would immediately color him scrawny. Especially since Fox is keen on wearing sweaters and coats and as many layers as possible in order to protect himself. He wears his clothes like armor and keeps his charming smile and twinkling doe brown eyes as a visor.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Left side of his neck, just below his ear, reads a scripture, "Those who were rebuilding the wall and those who carried burdens took their load with one hand doing the work and the other holding a weapon," in Hebrew.

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"St. Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes."

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|Likes & Dislikes|

• Apple Watches (WHOA WOW)
• Stargazing
• Cats
• The Quiet
• Technology
• Sci-Fi
• Nathan Fillion
• Loud Noises
• Old Ratty Cars
• Mullets
• Hot Weather
• Birds
• Coffee
• Ice Cream Sandwiches

|Hobbies|

• Cycling
• Cataloging Plants
• Professional Marathoning... TV Shows

|Habits|

• He blinks really hard when he's nervous or excited. (Like, Fox scrunches up his face, cheeks, and nose as he blinks)
• Fox likes to scratch his hairline just above his right ear whenever he's lying. It gets incredibly itchy any time he knows he's lying to someone, so he waits to scratch it until the urge is too much and he does so super fast and hard that it's noticeable.
• Whenever he's about to do something with his hands, Fox has the tendency to wiggle them or, as his mother refers to it, he spirit fingers to psych himself up.

|Fears|

☠Abrupt and very loud noises (including Thunderstorms)
☠Abandonment issues (explained in his history)
☠Getting lost in space and time (which has become a very recent fear)

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"St. Jude, we were lost before she started."

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|Personality|

♦ Prudent ♦ Reserved ♦ Vindictive ♦ Quiet ♦

"A crown of marigold sits atop my head as I survey the glory of my kingdom built upon sand."

In all the history of the world, it is the people who try the hardest to be nice who have the need for goodness in their hearts. Who stare at the void in themselves and wait for it to stare back. Fox embodies this craving intently—a man who wishes nothing but the goodness in his heart to be true. Walking with a burden upon one's shoulders, an Atlas for the weight of a tragedy, often clouds self-judgement.

And the question evident always becomes: how can a broken man be a good one?

Picking up the pieces left in the wake of an accident often becomes the goal in life and purpose is dashed away to be replaced with fixing. Because what does fixing do other than to highlight the cracks in a chassis. And then people will look and think, "That man is but part of who he used to be; he is not worth noting." Fixed things cannot come out renewed, merely an iteration of what used to be.

And the art of Kintsugi means a societal death wish. When, in fact, it belies a moral to the story. The mistakes we make are beautiful. Our flaws, the cracks that line our porcelain, our ivory, our ebony features seem a liability. When, in fact, glued back together, they create something far better than what used to be.

But Fox remains young, ignorant of the shiny grace between the stitches in his flesh. And the flaws hush him, draw him away from the people around him. Further into himself, Fox values introspection over peer evaluation. He prefers the quiet to the churning din of a crowd of people talking at once. He approaches the situation with the future in mind, analytic and logical until the problem reveals its solution. He sees the slights against him and doesn't think of forgiveness, but evenness. A balance of the scales until things return to normal.

People, outside of himself, are just a condition and their rage and their hurt and the pain they inflict upon others is just a symptom. People can be beasts. Afraid of what comes and what may come. Frightened by the consequences rather than the actions themselves and Fox supposes that's him. Supposes that his need to rebalance the scales actually tips them further. Or that his foresight reduces him to paranoia and anxiety. Maybe evading the individuals that yearn your company leaves both parties bitter and wanting and lost. But he looks at his mother and thinks, that's what happens when you love someone too much. When you divide your love into sums and give it away uncaring, that leaves you open to failing them and them failing you. And what has he done? Failed his mother and let her love for him burn to pieces.

Burn in a sea of wilting poppies.

|History|

"Am I troubled?" Fox turns, his eyes on the windows of a blue car.

"You're broken," his father whispers in his ear.

Foxtrot, a dance. His parents' dance.

Marie Orville married Thomas Sinclair due merely to pregnancy. Her one and only child, she'd determined, wouldn't be born into the world without a father. Thomas agreed. They danced, eight months pregnant, to a simple and very slowed foxtrot. However, whether due to Marie's excitement or anxiety, her water broke on their wooden dance floor and she was rushed straight to the hospital. The birth of her only son came too quickly, and too painless, for the drugs of the time to have reduced her to feeling little but a pinprick in her labor. However, even as a premature baby, her son came out as healthy as he could be.

The name on the tip of her tongue came fast: Foxtrot.

Thomas gave her the oddest of looks, but acquiesced, no less. She was the mother after all, it was her decision.

In the town of Hildale, Utah, the Sinclair family raised Foxtrot on quiet ideals and lack of strife. Things, for the most part, remained free of turmoil, though religious ignorance could attest to that. Thomas did his best to raise his child under rather stringent Mormon views, of which his mother had second guesses toward. Fox, unlike many Mormon boys his age, was gladly exposed via his mother, who did her best to subtly teach him that there was more to life than die hard religion. That, though Fox remained much like other kids in public, sowed a small seed of dissent and the older Fox got, the more he questioned his faith and the faith of other people.

And that, honestly is how Fox's life goes.

Well, mostly.

They hit a bump not a few years ago. More like a brick wall, rather than a bump. A bump one can traverse, rustled, but okay for the most part. No, this felt more like slamming into something solid and stopping completely. The world went on, but the Sinclairs never quite caught up.

At the age of 7, Foxtrot lost his father.

A convention was being held in Utah's capital, something his father usually disregarded. Having a small child gave a reasonable excuse, that surpassed 'lacking in faith' and most people didn't question much. The Sinclairs were a harmless family. Unfortunately, this time they didn't have much to go on, as the church provided transportation for the reasonably young and Fox climbed aboard the bus with a broad smile. For a child who, more or less went with whatever he'd learned, the convention seemed sub par. Too much noise and the words jumbled into each other and eventually, like any child, Fox wandered off.

However, the end of the religious gathering marked freedom and Fox boarded the bus with more enthusiasm than he did coming. The trip back remained mild until they'd hit the halfway point and the rolling clouds over the hills puffed and blackened the sky until lightning ripped the clouds in half and rain hammered down. For a bus, not too much, though the majority of the children inside screamed and hollered for their parents. For the vehicles following, it didn't bode well.

On the interstate, a record total number of car accidents tallied that day with the winds having reached record highs and the rain pounded the asphalt without relent. The only accident that occurred for the trip of church goers happened to Marie and Thomas, smack dab in front of the bus. Unable to stop properly, the bus collided with the small vehicle and sent it skirting off the edge of the road. Racked with fear, Fox didn't realize the impending doom that his family would suffer and when the bus driver pulled over and looked directly at him, he still had no idea.

It wasn't until they pulled his mother out broken and bleeding, sobbing for the man under the wreckage, that it hit Fox. And suddenly the thunder and the lightning that stifled him, the loud crash that had him scurrying under the seat, that meant nothing. The moment the ambulance came, the moment the police piled around the section of road and the rain died down to a reasonable patter, and he, as well as all the other children, were checked for serious injuries, did Fox realize what had happened.

Someone pointed to him not long after, and he was whisked away by a uniform and a pair of lights to sit in a police car with a lady he didn't know. He told her what he could for a seven year old, that grandad and grandma lived far, far away and that mommy's parents lived in the dirt with God. No one would come, that's all he knew, and so, with as much pity as the officer could muster, she staid with him in the waiting room at the state hospital for word on his mother. Apparently his father 'died on impact' and he wasn't allowed to see him.

His mother came out the next day, or at least, he was allowed to see her. Marie, unable to move most of her face, and both her arms could only hum Fox a quiet song and allowed him to rest with her. He didn't move much, and when it came time to go home, he did what he could for her with the rest of the community. The days were filled with people in the house, which he didn't mind much, but for a child picking up his own pieces, it didn't leave a lot of room for him to grief. And maybe that's different for children, but Fox could only ever look at his mother for an example. For a kid, death struck him harder than most. It wasn't the realization that dad wouldn't ever come home, but that mother would suffer for it. Maybe that would come later. Maybe he'd realize a lot more things sooner, but now all he could think of was how empty his mother looked when she did her best to smile.

From this point on, Foxtrot dealt with varying issues that popped up. He'd run into mental health problems, mainly dealing with abandonment and anxiety. From a very young age, Fox stopped attending church, began branching out into various other things. He looked into other religions, saw things that seemed nice, familiar, gave him hope. And thus began his chase for some kind of closure, some kind of God out there to tell him what happened to his family meant something more than just tragedy. It became taking care of his mother whenever she'd relapse and he'd find her staring blankly at a wall with half her face dropping. She tried her best to keep her son faithful, maybe to cling on to whatever her husband wanted out of the actual book of Mormon. Unfortunately, with her lapse in cognitive thought once in a while and pounding headaches when stress shot high, that didn't work for Marie very well.

Thus, Fox drowned most his time in academics, finding a nice place in Utah's less than Mormon group of students and excelling at what he put his mind to. Not necessarily a straight A student, but Fox kept up with the more work load oriented, college go-getters. He didn't do it for the same thing, but at least it meant something to him. Not valedictorian material, more like a decent college student and an excellent high school kid.

It wasn't until recently that his life uprooted and his mother saw it first hand. First hand being, "holy shit what the hell did my son just do to the cat," and then literally pushing him into his room to get packed. They left Hildale posthaste once Marie found a nice, secluded little town in the Washington pine forests. Verona. Cute name. Sounded a lot like Romeo and Juliet. Marie made sure to slap the shit out of her son for the ceaseless references and puns on the way there.

|Family|

Marie Orville Sinclair - Mother (43); she used to work as a secretary for a Hildale paper company. She's recently acquired a job at the elementary school filing records and, well, being a secretary again.

|Theme Song|

St. Jude - Florence and the Machine
_{”And I was on the island and you were there too
But somehow through the storm I couldn't get to you
St. Jude; somehow she knew”}

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"St. Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us"

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|Power Name|

Dimensional Manipulation

|Power Descrption|

The ability to rip open a portal for varying uses, mostly travel.

|Abilities|

• With so many universes at his disposal, it must be obvious that he can quite literally rip into whatever dimension or universe he chooses. Not so much. Fox, due to his vast understanding of nothing beyond his own world, can only rip open a pocket dimension of complete and utter blankness. There's nothing inside it. It's what physics likes to call a realm of infinite void. However, what it can do is allow Fox to poke a hole in his universe, and then fold the entirety of it until two points align and then simply slip into the blank dimension and appear on the other side. Boom done. Instantaneous travel achieved. These portals come in varying sizes, from tiny to enormous. Well, for Fox it's tiny to about the size of a door.
• An extension of this knack for instantaneous teleportation: for combat, Fox can rip open varying portals with his mind and use them all to direct any kind of attack through. Very useful for team situations, in which Fox can open a door size portal and use someone's, let's say, energy beams and direct them through a multitude of portals to increase range or for unpredictability!

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

• The only drawback that Fox can think of is losing track of time. In his blank dimension, time moves rather differently, almost slower. However, this is an incremental thing, he's noticed. The longer one stays within the blank dimension, the slower time goes by. So, instantaneous use keeps it on par with earth's time. However, prolonged exposure within the blank verse will dilate time relative to the universes outside it. A minute will turn into two. An hour into a day. A month into years. A year into a millennium. And so on. Thus, Fox jumps in and out as fast as possible.
• Fox doesn't quite know what horrors lay in his ability, as he's only been into one dimension and so far it's relatively safe, from his vantage. Yet there are things lurking in his mind, in his peripheral vision. The more he uses it the more things he tends to see, especially in reflective surfaces.
• He tends to lose his things inside the blankverse. Drop something in there, chances are you're not gonna find it any time soon. At least, if you do, it won't have changed much! Maybe. Time is weird.
• Using his portals to transport other people can drain Fox of his energy almost entirely, causing him to fall into a haze or unconsciousness, in rare cases. At the moment he can only transport himself and small objects
• The universe can only bend so far. Or, rather, Fox can only bend two points so far. The length of the trip inside the universe correlates with how far Fox is traveling. So, naturally, Fox can only really travel a short distance without weird time-dilation (that being at least a half mile radius).

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"St. Jude, maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos."

[Undine]

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[HalfOfLancelot]

<Snipped quote by HalfOfLancelot>

Wow, look at this nerd

@Undine

Unbelievable, I quit already.

[kittyluna45]

*Slowly slides him forward*

Foxtrot Sinclair

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“and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart”
-ee cummings, 'i carry your heart with me(i carry it in'

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|Name|

Foxtrot Olivier Sinclair

|Nickname|

Fox
Foxy

|Birth Date|

March 19th, 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Homosexual as fuCK

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"Let loss reveal it."

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|In Depth Appearance|

A sweet child.

That's Foxtrot in a nutshell. He looks like he'd be a sweet boy, the kind old grannies used to dote on at the super market. Where aunts pinched his cheeks and uncles rustled his hair. For the most part, Fox felt an indifference to the attention; it neither harmed nor aided him. But, at an older age, he did realize he'd taken their kindness for granted. Though, Fox never really did grow out of his 'sweet child' stage and maybe he's more of a pretty boy than he'd like to admit.

Pretty boy seems to be a good estimate, though. Of course, Fox likes to carry himself in less of an arrogant, confident manner. Subconsciously, Fox walks with a heavy cadence. His posture is much to be desired (looking 5'7" when he's actually 5'9") and, though his physique is above average, a quick look would immediately color him scrawny. Especially since Fox is keen on wearing sweaters and coats and as many layers as possible in order to protect himself. He wears his clothes like armor and keeps his charming smile and twinkling doe brown eyes as a visor.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Left side of his neck, just below his ear, reads a scripture, "Those who were rebuilding the wall and those who carried burdens took their load with one hand doing the work and the other holding a weapon," in Hebrew.

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"St. Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes."

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|Likes & Dislikes|

• Apple Watches (WHOA WOW)
• Stargazing
• Cats
• The Quiet
• Technology
• Sci-Fi
• Nathan Fillion
• Loud Noises
• Old Ratty Cars
• Mullets
• Hot Weather
• Birds
• Coffee
• Ice Cream Sandwiches

|Hobbies|

• Cycling
• Cataloging Plants
• Professional Marathoning... TV Shows

|Habits|

• He blinks really hard when he's nervous or excited. (Like, Fox scrunches up his face, cheeks, and nose as he blinks)
• Fox likes to scratch his hairline just above his right ear whenever he's lying. It gets incredibly itchy any time he knows he's lying to someone, so he waits to scratch it until the urge is too much and he does so super fast and hard that it's noticeable.
• Whenever he's about to do something with his hands, Fox has the tendency to wiggle them or, as his mother refers to it, he spirit fingers to psych himself up.

|Fears|

☠Abrupt and very loud noises (including Thunderstorms)
☠Abandonment issues (explained in his history)
☠Getting lost in space and time (which has become a very recent fear)

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"St. Jude, we were lost before she started."

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|Personality|

♦ Prudent ♦ Reserved ♦ Vindictive ♦ Quiet ♦

"A crown of marigold sits atop my head as I survey the glory of my kingdom built upon sand."

In all the history of the world, it is the people who try the hardest to be nice who have the need for goodness in their hearts. Who stare at the void in themselves and wait for it to stare back. Fox embodies this craving intently—a man who wishes nothing but the goodness in his heart to be true. Walking with a burden upon one's shoulders, an Atlas for the weight of a tragedy, often clouds self-judgement.

And the question evident always becomes: how can a broken man be a good one?

Picking up the pieces left in the wake of an accident often becomes the goal in life and purpose is dashed away to be replaced with fixing. Because what does fixing do other than to highlight the cracks in a chassis. And then people will look and think, "That man is but part of who he used to be; he is not worth noting." Fixed things cannot come out renewed, merely an iteration of what used to be.

And the art of Kintsugi means a societal death wish. When, in fact, it belies a moral to the story. The mistakes we make are beautiful. Our flaws, the cracks that line our porcelain, our ivory, our ebony features seem a liability. When, in fact, glued back together, they create something far better than what used to be.

But Fox remains young, ignorant of the shiny grace between the stitches in his flesh. And the flaws hush him, draw him away from the people around him. Further into himself, Fox values introspection over peer evaluation. He prefers the quiet to the churning din of a crowd of people talking at once. He approaches the situation with the future in mind, analytic and logical until the problem reveals its solution. He sees the slights against him and doesn't think of forgiveness, but evenness. A balance of the scales until things return to normal.

People, outside of himself, are just a condition and their rage and their hurt and the pain they inflict upon others is just a symptom. People can be beasts. Afraid of what comes and what may come. Frightened by the consequences rather than the actions themselves and Fox supposes that's him. Supposes that his need to rebalance the scales actually tips them further. Or that his foresight reduces him to paranoia and anxiety. Maybe evading the individuals that yearn your company leaves both parties bitter and wanting and lost. But he looks at his mother and thinks, that's what happens when you love someone too much. When you divide your love into sums and give it away uncaring, that leaves you open to failing them and them failing you. And what has he done? Failed his mother and let her love for him burn to pieces.

Burn in a sea of wilting poppies.

|History|

"Am I troubled?" Fox turns, his eyes on the windows of a blue car.

"You're broken," his father whispers in his ear.

Foxtrot, a dance. His parents' dance.

Marie Orville married Thomas Sinclair due merely to pregnancy. Her one and only child, she'd determined, wouldn't be born into the world without a father. Thomas agreed. They danced, eight months pregnant, to a simple and very slowed foxtrot. However, whether due to Marie's excitement or anxiety, her water broke on their wooden dance floor and she was rushed straight to the hospital. The birth of her only son came too quickly, and too painless, for the drugs of the time to have reduced her to feeling little but a pinprick in her labor. However, even as a premature baby, her son came out as healthy as he could be.

The name on the tip of her tongue came fast: Foxtrot.

Thomas gave her the oddest of looks, but acquiesced, no less. She was the mother after all, it was her decision.

In the town of Hildale, Utah, the Sinclair family raised Foxtrot on quiet ideals and lack of strife. Things, for the most part, remained free of turmoil, though religious ignorance could attest to that. Thomas did his best to raise his child under rather stringent Mormon views, of which his mother had second guesses toward. Fox, unlike many Mormon boys his age, was gladly exposed via his mother, who did her best to subtly teach him that there was more to life than die hard religion. That, though Fox remained much like other kids in public, sowed a small seed of dissent and the older Fox got, the more he questioned his faith and the faith of other people.

And that, honestly is how Fox's life goes.

Well, mostly.

They hit a bump not a few years ago. More like a brick wall, rather than a bump. A bump one can traverse, rustled, but okay for the most part. No, this felt more like slamming into something solid and stopping completely. The world went on, but the Sinclairs never quite caught up.

At the age of 7, Foxtrot lost his father.

A convention was being held in Utah's capital, something his father usually disregarded. Having a small child gave a reasonable excuse, that surpassed 'lacking in faith' and most people didn't question much. The Sinclairs were a harmless family. Unfortunately, this time they didn't have much to go on, as the church provided transportation for the reasonably young and Fox climbed aboard the bus with a broad smile. For a child who, more or less went with whatever he'd learned, the convention seemed sub par. Too much noise and the words jumbled into each other and eventually, like any child, Fox wandered off.

However, the end of the religious gathering marked freedom and Fox boarded the bus with more enthusiasm than he did coming. The trip back remained mild until they'd hit the halfway point and the rolling clouds over the hills puffed and blackened the sky until lightning ripped the clouds in half and rain hammered down. For a bus, not too much, though the majority of the children inside screamed and hollered for their parents. For the vehicles following, it didn't bode well.

On the interstate, a record total number of car accidents tallied that day with the winds having reached record highs and the rain pounded the asphalt without relent. The only accident that occurred for the trip of church goers happened to Marie and Thomas, smack dab in front of the bus. Unable to stop properly, the bus collided with the small vehicle and sent it skirting off the edge of the road. Racked with fear, Fox didn't realize the impending doom that his family would suffer and when the bus driver pulled over and looked directly at him, he still had no idea.

It wasn't until they pulled his mother out broken and bleeding, sobbing for the man under the wreckage, that it hit Fox. And suddenly the thunder and the lightning that stifled him, the loud crash that had him scurrying under the seat, that meant nothing. The moment the ambulance came, the moment the police piled around the section of road and the rain died down to a reasonable patter, and he, as well as all the other children, were checked for serious injuries, did Fox realize what had happened.

Someone pointed to him not long after, and he was whisked away by a uniform and a pair of lights to sit in a police car with a lady he didn't know. He told her what he could for a seven year old, that grandad and grandma lived far, far away and that mommy's parents lived in the dirt with God. No one would come, that's all he knew, and so, with as much pity as the officer could muster, she staid with him in the waiting room at the state hospital for word on his mother. Apparently his father 'died on impact' and he wasn't allowed to see him.

His mother came out the next day, or at least, he was allowed to see her. Marie, unable to move most of her face, and both her arms could only hum Fox a quiet song and allowed him to rest with her. He didn't move much, and when it came time to go home, he did what he could for her with the rest of the community. The days were filled with people in the house, which he didn't mind much, but for a child picking up his own pieces, it didn't leave a lot of room for him to grief. And maybe that's different for children, but Fox could only ever look at his mother for an example. For a kid, death struck him harder than most. It wasn't the realization that dad wouldn't ever come home, but that mother would suffer for it. Maybe that would come later. Maybe he'd realize a lot more things sooner, but now all he could think of was how empty his mother looked when she did her best to smile.

From this point on, Foxtrot dealt with varying issues that popped up. He'd run into mental health problems, mainly dealing with abandonment and anxiety. From a very young age, Fox stopped attending church, began branching out into various other things. He looked into other religions, saw things that seemed nice, familiar, gave him hope. And thus began his chase for some kind of closure, some kind of God out there to tell him what happened to his family meant something more than just tragedy. It became taking care of his mother whenever she'd relapse and he'd find her staring blankly at a wall with half her face dropping. She tried her best to keep her son faithful, maybe to cling on to whatever her husband wanted out of the actual book of Mormon. Unfortunately, with her lapse in cognitive thought once in a while and pounding headaches when stress shot high, that didn't work for Marie very well.

Thus, Fox drowned most his time in academics, finding a nice place in Utah's less than Mormon group of students and excelling at what he put his mind to. Not necessarily a straight A student, but Fox kept up with the more work load oriented, college go-getters. He didn't do it for the same thing, but at least it meant something to him. Not valedictorian material, more like a decent college student and an excellent high school kid.

It wasn't until recently that his life uprooted and his mother saw it first hand. First hand being, "holy shit what the hell did my son just do to the cat," and then literally pushing him into his room to get packed. They left Hildale posthaste once Marie found a nice, secluded little town in the Washington pine forests. Verona. Cute name. Sounded a lot like Romeo and Juliet. Marie made sure to slap the shit out of her son for the ceaseless references and puns on the way there.

|Family|

Marie Orville Sinclair - Mother (43); she used to work as a secretary for a Hildale paper company. She's recently acquired a job at the elementary school filing records and, well, being a secretary again.

|Theme Song|

St. Jude - Florence and the Machine
_{”And I was on the island and you were there too
But somehow through the storm I couldn't get to you
St. Jude; somehow she knew”}

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"St. Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us"

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|Power Name|

Dimensional Manipulation

|Power Descrption|

The ability to rip open a portal for varying uses, mostly travel.

|Abilities|

• With so many universes at his disposal, it must be obvious that he can quite literally rip into whatever dimension or universe he chooses. Not so much. Fox, due to his vast understanding of nothing beyond his own world, can only rip open a pocket dimension of complete and utter blankness. There's nothing inside it. It's what physics likes to call a realm of infinite void. However, what it can do is allow Fox to poke a hole in his universe, and then fold the entirety of it until two points align and then simply slip into the blank dimension and appear on the other side. Boom done. Instantaneous travel achieved. These portals come in varying sizes, from tiny to enormous. Well, for Fox it's tiny to about the size of a door.
• An extension of this knack for instantaneous teleportation: for combat, Fox can rip open varying portals with his mind and use them all to direct any kind of attack through. Very useful for team situations, in which Fox can open a door size portal and use someone's, let's say, energy beams and direct them through a multitude of portals to increase range or for unpredictability!

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

• The only drawback that Fox can think of is losing track of time. In his blank dimension, time moves rather differently, almost slower. However, this is an incremental thing, he's noticed. The longer one stays within the blank dimension, the slower time goes by. So, instantaneous use keeps it on par with earth's time. However, prolonged exposure within the blank verse will dilate time relative to the universes outside it. A minute will turn into two. An hour into a day. A month into years. A year into a millennium. And so on. Thus, Fox jumps in and out as fast as possible.
• Fox doesn't quite know what horrors lay in his ability, as he's only been into one dimension and so far it's relatively safe, from his vantage. Yet there are things lurking in his mind, in his peripheral vision. The more he uses it the more things he tends to see, especially in reflective surfaces.
• He tends to lose his things inside the blankverse. Drop something in there, chances are you're not gonna find it any time soon. At least, if you do, it won't have changed much! Maybe. Time is weird.
• Using his portals to transport other people can drain Fox of his energy almost entirely, causing him to fall into a haze or unconsciousness, in rare cases. At the moment he can only transport himself and small objects
• The universe can only bend so far. Or, rather, Fox can only bend two points so far. The length of the trip inside the universe correlates with how far Fox is traveling. So, naturally, Fox can only really travel a short distance without weird time-dilation (that being at least a half mile radius).

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"St. Jude, maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos."

@HalfOfLancelot

I thought you were gonna waiiiittttt.

Are you going to ruin my plans?

[HalfOfLancelot]

<Snipped quote by HalfOfLancelot>

I thought you were gonna waiiiittttt.

Are you going to ruin my plans?

@kittyluna45

Fox needs more angst in his life.

He's too happy right now.

[kittyluna45]

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Fox needs more angst in his life.

He's too happy right now.

@HalfOfLancelot

Fiiinnnneeeee... just ruin my plans.

Jk Jk its okay! Can't wait to see how he and my characters get along

[Undine]

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[HalfOfLancelot]

<Snipped quote by HalfOfLancelot>

Fiiinnnneeeee... just ruin my plans.

Jk Jk its okay! Can't wait to see how he and my characters get along

@kittyluna45

No don't worry, I have plans for Fox that don't conflict with your plans. It's mostly to get his development going before Act 2 kicks off. ;o

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You love me too much to quit now

you're in too deep

@Undine

*SCREAMS*