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@UrbanEvolution, please don't give Allen new elements to manipulate.

In fact I have an electricity manipulator power stored in my Google Docs. I may create a NPC then.

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Lucille Hartigan, Trevor Obott, & Cindy Keagan.

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A short walk through the beach, kicking sand underneath their feet.

Trevor, Cindy, and Lucille, were on a mission to sabotage the party. Awful lot of people here. Cindy noted, with a wry grin on her face. She could probably take a lot of incriminating photos of people, and release them all over the internet. Not that she was going to (But the idea seemed a bit appealing, just for fun). She kept walking, twirling the tie around her neck. Those sharp brown eyes scanning the area around her.

"Oh. I have an idea." Trevor suddenly said, coming to a halt. His attention rested on the various boxes of pizza that were scattered throughout the area. "How about I use my magic finger to make their food a little more... exciting?" He said with a grin.

"Heh, I'm game." Cindy said, spinning her tie a little faster. "You might need a little distraction, though...." She looked over to the nearest pizza box. There were a few dudes around it, and Trevor standing over it wouldn't go unnoticed.

"Yeah! Just make the best trip for everyone!" Lucille sneered at Trevor's idea.

"Lucy, just go over there and look pretty." Cindy said. "That'll distract them. Heh."

Lucy discreetly peeked over her left shoulder towards the group around the pizza box. What she saw was able to ruin the day of anyone. Especially hers. She didn't needed a lot of deduction to guess who was among the group. The first guy had four arms and she was sure it was Tom; after all, he was the only one who had four arms and moved like a fool, she thought. If one was there, the troupe of clowns would also be with them.

Beside him she saw John who was smaller but far stronger. She didn't see Mike though. He was probably at home with a broken nose. "That's a bad idea," Lucy said to the group. "I had a little fight with John some time ago, I just want to stay away from him."

"... That'll make it even more distracting!" Trevor said, with a dumb smile on his face.

Rolling her eyes, Cindy shifted her weight to one hip, and slapped a hand onto it. "Won't that make it much more fun to fuck with them? It'll only take a minute."

"What I'm supposed to say?" Lucy's voice was boiling with indignation, she was about to outburst in a stupid rage.

"Ask Tom if he has two dicks - or four!" Trevor said.

Cindy once again rolled her eyes. "Look girl, they're a bunch of horndogs in a party. You don't even need to say anything. They'll be too busy drooling." She shrugged. "I'll head over there with ya'. Give you a hand."

"Gosh. I don't believe that I'm doing this," Lucy admitted grabbing Cindy's wrist and dragged her along. "Let's just finish this quickly."

"Whoa, girl!" Cindy said with a smirk on her face. She was curious as to where Lucille was going to take this.

Lucy and Cindy walked toward the group. Lucy's heart was pounding, deep down she didn't knew what to say to John or Tom. "John!" She yelled with a cynical smile on her face. "And... Tom!" She said after a few seconds trying to remember who was the Moskau next to him.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Tom was about to rush towards her when John intervened. Deep down John still had feelings—or at least wanted a taste—for Lucille. Every time he tried to hit her she went with a big no. No one says no to John Hayward, no one.

Cindy had already raised her foot into the air a bit. All she'd have to do is bring it down, and the sand underneath their feet would turn into glass. A barrier between herself and them.

"Easy bro, it's a party," he said holding Tom's upper arm. "Let's just have fun."

Cindy put her foot down - but didn't use her power. She felt a bit relieved things didn't immediately escalate to violence. She started twirling her tie, with a wry grin on her face. "... You and John still causing trouble? Damn. Some things really don't care." She rolled her eyes up into her head. She knew of the brothers, and how they were simply a bunch of thugs. Nobodies who wouldn't have anything without their superpowers (And even then, they wouldn't lose a lot)

Cindy eyed Trevor walking up from behind, giving them the thumbs up. Cindy decided. "We just came over to talk. Talk out the bad blood between ya'll."

"Things got heated in the NEST ball." John said looking over Lucille. "But we cool."

"For now," Tom grunted to himself.

"Nice to see you here, Cindy." He smiled. "You've become friends or..." Everyone knew that Lucille had her thing towards girls, John's hopes were minimal. But he was a rich boy anyway. Harder the fish is to catch, the better.

"Yeah, friends." Cindy answered. What Tom was implying flew right over her head. "It's goood that you boys decided to play nice. Hate to have to use my powers."

Meanwhile, Trevor was slowly sneaking up to the pizzabox. He gave the girls the thumbs up, before he opened the box. He looked at the contents, only one slice of pizza was taken. Jackpot. He raised his hand over it, and began secreting his liquid drug. Which dripped off his fingers, and onto the pizza. Since it was clear, it would be hard to differentiate from the grease and cheese.

He slowly took steps back, and acted like he didn't have anything to do with this.

"So, how'syour brother nose, Mike?" Lucille spontaneously said looking at Tom mistaking their names as usual. She had good intentions at least. But Tom was about to burst into rage.

"You!" Tom was about to punch her in the face but he felt John's hand grabbing his arm, hard. "He's okay," he said freeing his arm with a sudden movement.

"Yeah, right, sorry about that..." Lucy coughed. "I'll let you guys sharing the cool stories... I'm going to the bathroom," she said going in one direction. "I even would stay for the pizza but I'm in a strawberry only diet." Cya, fuckers, she thought to herself drifted away getting lost in the crowd. Her mind overflowing with thoughts. Perhaps... nah...; maybe she isn't playing her same game, she concluded. She was starting to like Cindy though.

Cindy had thrown her hands up into the air. "Well." She shrugged, keeping that smug grin on her face. "Ain't she unpredictable?" Cindy asked, but they ignored her. Trevor's plan worked perfectly. She stuck around for a second - She wanted to see what Trevor's drug does to them. A few moments after Tom calmed himself down, he grabbed a slice of pizza, and Cindy had to resist laughing as the effects of the drug immediately kicked in. He went dead eyed for a moment, as he took another bite, then another. One by one, the rest of the group took bites out of the pizza, succumbing to the effects of the drug. Eventually, each of them were sedated.

"Hehehe... Assholes." Cindy said, casually twirling her tie as she turned and walked off. She needed to catch up with Lucy. Talk to her about what weird ass things just happened.

It was about this time that REAPER pulled their ambush. They quickly ran up on Lucy, using the crowd as a cover. The female REAPER Agent slapped a power nulifying collar around Lucy's neck, while the man put a bag over her head.

"... Keep calm, and you won't get hurt." He said as Lucy writhed and screamed under the bag. "Calm down." He said, the female REAPER pulled her fist back, and punched Lucy right in the gut. Under the effects of the collar, her power wouldn't be able to defend her. Lucy grunted in pain. Tears fell from her eyes as she felt her legs become weak, unable to bear her own weight.

Cindy was casually strolling in the direction of Lucille. Twirling her black tie as she always did... Her hand released the tie, and went to her side, as her mouth opened wide, the second she saw these men dragging Lucille off. She just met the girl, and she knew that this was fucked up. She couldn't just let her get kidnapped like this! Cindy picked up the pace.

Heroism was never her strong suit, but Cindy had to do something.

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@DJAtomika the academy's free btw. (Allen words)

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@DJAtomika, Cole can hang up with Meifeng's team. Same age, maybe same Academy 12 class (Lucille in this case)? I can't tell about Aurora, I have to read your characters in deep.

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We all hate each other. <3

My characters are the best.@Mr Allen J

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I found that quote in your character sheet funnier than I should've.

@UrbanEvolution

That happens when you finish a sheet at 3 am.

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But keep in mind they still suck.

@Mr Allen J

No sir, u suck.

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Meiling

Basic Information

Name:

Meiling Chiou
(Chiou Meiling, 邱美零)

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Meiling

Gender:

Female

Age:

26

Height:

5'6"

Weight:

114

Home District:

From out of town

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Brown

Ethnicity:

Korean/Russian

Physical Appearance:

Meiling is a leggy brunette with milky-white skin, athletic body, proeminent hips and small breasts. Her oval face is followed by brown eyes, with epicantic folds around, traits of her Asian descent, and a small aquiline nose. Meiling has long hair, straight, and in a jet-black color. She has scars scattered throughout her torso and a few in her arms and leg.

Attire:

Meiling dresses casual, as someone who do not want to draw unwanted attention. Her choice of attire consist in any combination of sneakers, tank tops, hoodies and jeans. She's no fashion expert and she dresses as she can, always buying the cheap and comfortable over the expensive cool clothes. She has a love for plaid shirts (no matter gender) and most of the time she wears it open with a plain shirt below followed by jeans and sneakers. As agent, Meiling takes advantage of a number of disguises but her main apparatus consists of dark, casual clothes, a variety of black hoods to hide her face, three-fingered leather gloves and a recurve bow made of layers of fiberglass laminated around a yew core.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Meiling is focused, strong-willed, cautious and above all a discreet person. She's a woman of no emotions when she is needed—most of this thanks to her training. Although deadpan, she follows her own philosophies of only using violence when necessary. The years of hard training made her a person of few words as hers combat skills were honed in what is today and she was forced to set her charisma aside. Her shallow personality is accompanied by egoistical thoughts of her profession. If it's not personal, she won't get involved.

Hobbies/Interests:

Training.

Skills/Talents:

Meiling can speak Japanese fluently and English though with accent. Both languages she learned while enduring her training in the temple (She has no memory of her past in Russia). The training she endured transformed her into a master of zen archery, possessing almost superhuman precision. A technique that also made her remarkably fast when shooting; some sort of quick zen trance to clear the mind. Meiling is also proficient in hand to hand combat and with guns. Her training not only granted her amazing athletic feats but prepared her to peform stealth missions such as recovery of information, extraction or even assassination of key targets.

Prized Possession:

Her recurve bow (made by her).

Quote(s):

History/Bio:

Hider

Meiling was born in Hong Kong, in 1989, daughter to Seo Sung Hyo, an unknown Korean prostitute who due to the poor living conditions ended up selling her when she was two years old. Eventually the child was adopted and she became the only daughter to Konstantin Wila, not only an affluent businessman of prosperous oil industries in the old Soviet Union but also Bratva's patron which guaranteed to him all the wealth and influence in the newly formed Russia.

Meiling grew to be the daughter that Konstantin's wife could not give him, Catherine Wila. She had the best education and was created as a spoiled child with all that money could give. What Konstantin's wife did not know was that she was part of a debt he had with the cabal; Konstantin would be the responsible for taking care of the girl until "further notice" by the Russian cabal. The very day she became a metahuman.

She was four year old when she accidentally teleported herself for the first time. In a heartbeat she left the comfort of her room and ended up in the city park. The swirling sensation caused by the traversed distance was followed by dizziness, nausea and the bitter cold of Moscow's winter.

In the following weeks her father was approached by a group of cabal representatives. They wanted the child back. As predicted the child developed metahuman ability and, as agreed, they would take her to Japan, by force or not. She was handed over to a secretive clan of assassins clan based on Tokyo with the purpose of having her ability improved and become a killer, a mere pawn in the hands of the cabal. In the following years she was brainwashed into a assassin. Forgetting her past, Catherine became Meiling Chiou, the daugther to Manchu Chiou, the the man who would become her master in the Way. Although she did not show improvements with her teleport ability she became a skilled in the zen archery.

Meiling's determination has paid off. She was only nineteen when she was sent in her first mission, track down a defector soviet agent believed to be in the possession of a dangerous mutagenic formula. The pursuit led her to London, where Vadim Yanovich intended to to deliver the substance to local authorities. Upon arriving at the location she found that the scheme was much bigger than she expected. The american NEST, the Russian newly formed Коммиттее, the English MI18 and even the French CNM (Comité Nationale des Métahumains). A lot of agents representing the highest global metahuman organizations of the time, all prepared to ensure the safety of the dissident agent.

The expectations became worse when she found that others assassins and infiltrators were also behind the case that the agent was carrying, no one could be trusted. What she discovered changed her life; the mutagenic was about altering the human DNA. She killed the soviet agent and, before she could get the briefcase with the mutagen, she was defeated by the hands of a unknown metahuman and eventually arrested by NEST agents.

The prison was off the books. When the NEST group heard her story they became interested in her help. they teamed up and started a hunt to find the mercenary who was with the mutagenic, before he could hand the serum to his client; Meiling and her new NEST partners tracked down the mercenary in a warehouse and confronted him. NEST came out victorious, recovering the formula and and eventually defeating the mercenary.

The confrontation took its toll and Meiling was injured seriously. She managed to escape, teleporting away and eventually she was put on NEST wanted list. the fiasco at the hotel and the battle against the mercenary proved to be a burden to her. In the same year of 2008 she abandoned the temple hopefully to live an ordinary life.

She tried to live a quiet life and raise her family but eventually the league found her. Her daugther was only two years old when she had to return to the League, abandoning her husband. She worked for the League until 2014, when her debt was paid. A glimmer of hope finally came in 2015 when Meiling tracked her daughter in Verthaven; she managed to stay off the grid, becoming a complete stranger to her daughter and even to the city itself. But was only a matter of time before the chaos in Verthaven arise and she realize that she can't run off her past.

Relationships

Family:

Konstantin Wila — Adoptive father (Deceased)
Aleksandra Wila — Adoptive mother
Seo Sung Hyo — Biological mother (Unknown fate)
Chiou Manchu — Decelerate time ability — Master
Sara Willis — Metahuman aura recognition — Daughter

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} |

Abilities

Power Class:

—Other (Teleportation)

Meiling has the ability to traverse long distances. She have no problem teleporting her clothes and carried objects such as bags or backpacks. At great risk to herself she can also carry additional mass up to the weight of another person. Her teleport also leaves a scar that looks like a crimson smoke that dissipates in seconds leaving only a heat haze. The scar will eventually go away on its own. Each teleportation can be different depending on the mood and determination of Meiling. When attempted while mad, sad, or in a rush the teleportation can cause extreme damage to the environment, causing cracks in walls and ceilings and destruction of nearby objects. While easy traverse can happen when she is in a good mood and a calm state of mind.

Limits:

• First, the teleportation Meiling is not a skill that she can abuse freely. She needs some time after a teleport to be able to use it again.
• To traverse anywhere Meiling need to be able to visualize where she is going. This can be made easier by having photographs of the desired location or by her own familiarity with the destination.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

• Meiling is vulnerable to electricity. When in contact with it, she can't teleport, as it interferes with Meiling's nervous system and pulls her back whenever she try to teleport. It also causes great pain and injures them more every time as she tries to teleport.
• When teleporting in short distances Meiling will have dizziness, nausea, nosebleed and even fainting. This is as dangerous as carriyng another person or teleporting twice in a row.
• Her teletransportation is not a stealth weapon. Its clumsy and somewhat noisy.

Other:

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Catherine Wila

Basic Information

Name:

Catherine Wila

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Nurse, Angel

Gender:

Age:

23

Height:

5'1"

Weight:

104

Home District:

The Crystal Shores

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Green

Ethnicity:

Russian and Japanese blood

Physical Appearance:

Catherine has her mother's asian looks attached to her. Her skin is milky-white and she has epicantic folds around her eyes. Her oval face is proportional to her 5'1" of pure enormity and she has a perky nose with a relatively broad tip and bridge, nothing that belies her nose being small. Catherine's mouth fits perfectly on her face size, not being small or large. Her lips are slightly fleshy and the upper lip has a pointed appearance. She has a cleft chin which alongside with her green eyes colors are the only features she inherited from her father. And speaking of eyes, they have that magic that make it the most noticeable feature of her face. Her face and neck and around are free of scars, all thanks to the most expensive surgeons money can hire.

She's thin but thanks to the her small size she's in the ideal weight—if you do the fancy math and believe in it. She's in the petite core and she'll not get out of there that easy. Due to her size and weight division, she has a slightly proeminent hips—enough to not leave her with a flat visual—and she has small breasts and frame. She's A-cup. She has scars scattered throughout the body. In particular, the most perceptible that Catherine has is five scars in her belly, one nasty scar in her back, and three in the her left thighs. Interestingly, when she heals someone and the cured location coincides with one of her scars in her body, the scar disappears. She has shoulder-legth black hair, another trait of her mother.

Attire:

Catherine loves black and she only dresses formal, choosing business attire whenever possible; from suits, sheath dresses, skirts, and others. And she hates trousers. She masks her height with heels, a collection which she is proud. She always use a pink Rolex watch and she's always seen in makeup, especially her eye outlined. She carries a .45-caliber Colt Model 1911 in her purse though she never used—standard security measures. At home she is extremely casual. She has a necklace with the Symbol of Chaos.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Catherine is professional to the core. She managed to have two lives, when working she can be emotionless and overconfident but when home she's just a lonely survivor. The true Catherine had traumas, the kind that would make a person go crazy or commit suicide. Early she saw her family die in front of her and she was only sixteen. She lived one year in a dirty container, poorly lit and surrounded by rats and cockroaches; the next two years in a facility, locked in a cell. Not to mention the torture, abuse and disturbing experiences. Although she escaped and faced two more years of constant psychological treatment her soul's still hurt. Depression, insomnia and constant nightmares are one of the things that affects her and she's far from getting rid of all her memories. She ever considered suicide once but she gave up on the last second. She feels lonely and not willing to long-term relationships. In fact, she is bisexual and she has a tendency to like more women than men, though she had slept with both genders. Catherine hates unecessary violence, always looking away or trying to stop when possible. She's afraid to use her weapon—she isn't pacifist, though. She has a hatred for the HoS.

The other Catherine is megalomaniac, emotionless, and overconfident manipulative girl impervious enough to act neutral in every situation; brave enough to do business with mafia, politicians and wealthy businessmen. She don't lie that easy. Her work is simple: an exchange of favors that she doens't have to lie to get what she wants. When working with Alain she's the one who usually do the talking and she always tries to look friendly, polite and serious. She isn't a stone, most of her emotional drops comes from her work. Although she's quite good at keeping her composure when working; her house is the her sanctuary, where she can throw tantrums and cry without being judged.

Due to work, she has a network of "acquaintances" who are unaware of her true personality.

Catherine leaves her taciturn in her home. At home she's a girl prone to melodrama, who uses prescription drug and sometimes drinks to forget her nightmares. She has a small circle of friends and the more you become closer to her the more chance you have to witness her throwing a tantrum. And never try to talk about HoS near her.

Now, if you want to see her smile, offer her a good coffee.

Hobbies/Interests:

Catherine loves drinks and cocktails—essentially any colored thing, mixed with fruit, which a mini umbrella that has alcohol in it. She loves shoes and fabric dolls and collects both. She likes the beach and hikes (Although her ability prevent she from tanning). She practices tennis, although she is very bad at it, and she is always involved in a betting sport (Many of her contacts spend fortunes in this spor and someone always invites her). Catherine loves dancing and art, she's the kind of person who stares for hours a painting of a ship at sea. She has an eclectic taste in music, but she favors classical, jazz, and even synthwave music. She's also a coffee lover, her favorite is Irish Coffee.

She loves donating the money she receives from the Company to charities around the world. She is a benefactor to many charities and NGOs around the world.

Skills/Talents:

Obviously Catherine first word was мама and she knows how to speak Russian fluently. Her knowledge of world languages extends to Japanese and English. She played piano as a child, but it's been so long since she last played that she shas no interest im playing again. Since she started working for Samuel she had to learn how to use guns. She knows how to handle and clean pistols and submachine guns. But despite her training, she prefers to carry a .45-caliber Colt Model 1911 and hopefully never use it.

If talk is a talent, she has the gift of charisma and she manages to always keep a good conversation with her "clients"—she was trained for that. She always looks sociable and polite when she is working—the kind of delightful person you want to have around. All thanks to her constant study of neuro-linguistic programming.

Prized Possession:

Catherine owns a masion in The Crystal Shores. Her mansion has all the modern jazz, including too many windows, black and white colors, and boring square architecture. Curiously the mansion was a Company's gift.

Quote(s):

Optional

History/Bio:

Hider

Catherine was born in a different reality in Russia than her father. She was born one year after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, a free world in which the metahumans were no longer targets and didn't need to hide. How nice would be if reality were like that. Catherine's father was one affluent businessman in the Soviet Union. One of many that climbed with help from the Russian underworld, trading favors for protection; Catherine's mother and brother were metahumans and, at that time any metahuman was considered a threat to the Soviet Union.

It had the constant threat of metahumans being dragged out in the middle of the night for questions—a lucky few were hired by the government, others disappear from the globe. Despite not having the technology required, the Коммиттее had a foolproof technique, they used clairvoyance—any metahuman that can smell, think, dream, see, follow, or draw in paper others metahumans. And while her father was concerned with bribing the right official Catherine was having a normal life like any spoiled child of rich parents could have. Piano lessons, etiquette, the best teachers, painting, ballet and singing. She learned a little of everything.

With international barriers being destroyed and the world entering a new age, Russia has become a haven for metahumans business. All controlled by the Bratva which until then kept a low profile about the majority of metahuman. And eventually someone paid more than Catherine's father could afford. On a winter night her house was invaded by evildoers with the sole purpose of capturing all metahumans. In the confusion her father was killed while arguing with the mobsters, and her mother died protecting her. Her sister had a worse fate as she didn't possess any ability. She and her brother, the only survivors, were separated. She as sent to Hong Kong in a container and it was the last time she saw her brother.

For the Chinese Triad Catherine was the holy grail of metahumans—someone who can keep mercs alive is good merchandise and could be sold for a high price. It took three months of carcere and abuse but eventually she was sold to a group of buyers who called themselves Hands of Science. She was relocated to a HoS facility in Alaska for "testing". Soon she became a field captive, forced to cure the prisoners back to working levels, just to redo experiences on them. The free pass didn't take that long to end. A german scientist called Gregor Karsoff III became interested in her ability to heal after absorbing the injuries of others and then used her as a test subject. They already had knowledge of her abilities to heal others, now they wanted to know how her body could stand. The first tests were with superficial cuts to measure the healing process. Then came the muscle tissue cutting and burning of the epithelium. And later the removal of organs. In the most extreme case she had her back flayed and left on observation.

In many of the cases she recovered well but showed scars. In others instances she passed out but soon "returned" to life as the removed organ was replaced with a new one. Gregor theorized that she was immortal like any other metahuman with regenerative powers—as long as the damage caused directly to her doesn't blow her brains out, turn her in ashes, or worse. Even then he theorized the body's ability to produce a new head with no memories, a new person.

As was to be expected she was released—yet in constant observation, this time she became the "nurse" for the prisoners and mercenaries. It was during this period that she met Alain Boudet and many other captives. She became friendly as her mental stated allowed. It was known that she had been abused before and whilst HoS captive—not uncommon among womans and even few man kept in captivity. In the second year of captivity, the facility in Alaska was invaded by mercenaries. Apparently they captured a son of a powerful sheik. She helped and escaped with the prisoners to find out who freed them was a man called Samuel—some kind of mafioso who works only for the highest bidder. While he rescued and hired some of the metahumans, Catherine was too traumatized to anything. She was sent to Chicago for a home of her own and psychological treatment, all paid by Samuel's Company.

In the following years she stayed home for mental treatment with the best psychologists that the Company could afford. The deal was that, when she was "cured", she should join the Company. She eventually becoming partner ofAlain, one of the prisoners who she helped. After much persuasion she began working as an "intermediary". She used that position of influence to arrange clandestine business, cover fugitives, importing and exporting illegal weapons and even frame famous politicians. All that in behalf of the Company. She and Alain became so well known in Chicago that they were introduced to Samuel in person—one of the few who know him face to face—and they received their own operational unit.

With the HoS revelation to the world, Catherine and Alain moved their operation to Verthaven hoping to hunt down some of the scientists that was active in the Alaska facility.

Relationships

Family:

Konstantin Wila — Father (Deceased)
Kasumi Tanaka — Healing Hands — Mother (Deceased)
Anatoly Wila — Regeneration — Brother (Missing)
Aleksandra Wila — Sister (Deceased)

Dynamics:

Alain Boudet | Good | Friend | "He's the only friend I know and trust. He is extremely disciplined, the kind of boring guy who complains if you don't wear the seat belt. Despite all he's like a father to me and I respect him a lot." |

Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System

Power:
— Healing Power & Rapid Cell Regeneration

Catherine has an ability to completely heal others. Her ability range from any superficial cuts to serious injuries which otherwise would kill a person. She heals by staying with physical contact with an injured person and concentrating. Her body then takes on the physical aspects of that person's hurt, but not any pathogens that might have caused it, deteriorating to a state that exactly duplicates the copied injuries. From then on, both she and the other person regenerate at an extreme rate, completely restoring ravaged flesh, and even regrowing lost limbs. Her healing can also heal brain damage or cancer.

Her ability also works alone, allowing her body to repair itself from any injuries at unbelievable speed. The downside is that her regeneration is not perfect. Each time her body regenerates alone a scar is left in her skin. Like others metahumans with regenerative abilities, the speed her wound is self repaired depends on the severity—although in a slower rate. Another important point is that her ability prevents she from any conventional death. Do not get me wrong, she "dies" for a short period, enough time for the body to recover from the fatal injury. Her immunity is rather odd. If she is poisoned she'll be "off" until the poison is filtered. The same applies to lethal shots loss of blood. She stays "off" until the wound close completely and/or the blood level be restored.

Her ability also slows her aging. Since she reached her 20s she ages at a much slower pace than a normal woman.

Limits:

Immortality is a tricky word to a metahuman with regenerative powers. While she can survive mostly lethal injuries; crushing, decapitation and disintegration can kill her. The same goes for a headshot, the head could theoretically be repaired or her body can grow a new one, but the memories would be lost—literally a new person. Her healing ability can expel bullets and similar sized objects (which is generally slows the healing process). Any larger objects or with capacity to stab or impale need to be proper manually removed. When it comes to injuries and toughness Catherine's a 104 pounds woman prone to "pass out" if hit with a strong blow or deadly shot (In those cases until the damage be repaired).

When it comes about her healing touch she can't bring back the dead, although she can heal someone who is clinically dead for a short time, often one minute or so. She's unable to cure illnesses caused by viruses and/or bacteria.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

If any vital organ is damaged Catherine will pass out until the total regeneration. She is not impervious to pain and healing others is a very painful job to her. When healing herself or others she burns energy which can only be restored by sleeping and eating. If she goes in a healing rampage she'll run out energy and will become unable to cure anyone until fully recovered.

Other:

Sample Post:

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Alain Boudet

Basic Information

Name:

Alain Boudet

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Bodyguard, Haitian

Gender:

Male

Age:

37

Height:

6'3"

Weight:

247 lbs

Home District:

Columbian-Heights Park

Appearance

Hair Color:

Bald/Black

Eye Color:

Brown

Ethnicity:

Haitian

Physical Appearance:

Alain is the typical bouncer looking guy that can be described as a walking wall of muscles. He's from afro-haitian descent, having black skin, flattish and broad nose, and narrower ears. Alain has a oval shaped face with no hair and no beard, or any evidence that he has hair at all since he uses a straight razor to finish the job. He is strong and muscular, thanks to his twice per week training and one year as private soldier. Alain has scars across his body, evidence of shots, cuts and the experiences he endured while Hands of Science's prisoner.

He has a Symbol of Chaos tattoo in his shoulder.

Attire:

He's always in a suit, choosing the most expensive and elegant possible combinations. Underneath he always wears a kevlar vest and carries his trustful Glock 17.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Alain is a cautious man, the definition of cold, profissional and, above all, a man who shows no emotions when is needed. He's a man of few words, preferring to let others do the talking. He is not ashamed to talk, though. When he is working, he has a tendency to act as a bodyguard, always staying far from the conversation, watching the place around and letting his partner do all the work. He was nicknamed Bodyguard for that reason.

He's a charismatic man, always with a smile in his face when with friends or new acquaintances. When you know him long enough you end up discovering that he is enthusiastic about life, always talking about his own dream house, sports or any other random matter. He has a tendency to correct others in the actions they do. If you want to hang out with him you need to be presentable and always be professional.

He loves his family and will do anything to protect them. He's always carrying flowers to his wife and has always a gift to his son. Speaking of son, what he most hopes in life is his son to be powerless, a normal person who will never go through he went.

His biggest dream is to have a chalet in France and see his grandchildren running around in the garden.

Hobbies/Interests:

Carpentry and mechanics are his hobby. He has a passion for building and disassemble things. He dreams of someday living in a chalet he built himself somewhere in France, and whenever he can he works in the blueprint of his future retirement home in France. He loves his car and always keeps it clean and polished. He practices several sports and trains at least twice a week. The sport he most enjoys is basketball.

Skills/Talents:

His life-time job was carpentry hands. Give him some space and mahogany and he does magic by creating beautiful furniture. He has some degree in mechanics, enough to maintain his car operating. In addition, he received training with firearms, handling pistols, rifles and submachine guns. He is a charismatic man—though quiet—always knowing how to start a conversation. Alain's most impressive talent is his driving skills.

Prized Possession:

A knive collection, his expensive suits, and a grey sedan.

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History/Bio:

Hider

Alain was born in Port au Prince, son of a family of carpenters. Early on he was chosen to be responsible for carrying the legacy of family and spent his childhood with his father learning how to work with wood, learn its cuts, techniques and how to build furniture perfectly. he was a typical child of a poor family, investing little in education, enough to read and write, he only wanted to help the family.

He continued working, making enough money to make his house himself, he had finally entered the adulthood. He bought a simple house and married a girl he had met at school. The house's garage was become a small workshop, in which he works alone. He was trying to build a life for him, earning money to support home and parents, who were now too old to work. Around this time he discovered he was a metahuman, when him accidentally teleported to the other side of the workshop. And his biggest mistake was not keeping that as secret.

Eventually he got into debt with one moneylender who thought that the best way to fix the debt would deliver him to the Hands of Science. As might be expected his family was killed and he was captured and sent to Alaska, there he was interrogated and tortured several times, apparently they were searching for other metahumans in his circle of friends, but he did not know anyone. After every torture he was cured by a metahuman girl, know to him only as Nurse.

After that, he was released to a cell and the same girl who healed him just to another torture round was trying to apologize. Apparently she was also a prisoner, forced to heal other meta-humans. The only difference is that she had free-pass. They soon became friends, the only one he could talk outside of that cell. They exchanged stories, family names and hobbies. Her name was Catherine and she was there for two years. Only luck would get Alain from there.

The luck came in the form of a boy, a sheik's son. And it didn't take a week to the installation is surrounded by mercenaries. Although many scientists fled, all metahumans were freed, all under the wings of a powerful mobster called Samuel and his Company. To him and other metahumans was offered the chance to work in the Company. Many others were traumatized or didn't fitted the profile of hireling, and they were taken back home or to US.

He was free again. He married again and had a son. He started as soldier but quickly rose to courier—the "consigliere" of the Company, the most important hierarchy below Samuel himself. Now he had the disposition a network of contacts, informants and mercenaries. As a rule of the Company, he needed a partner, specifically someone outside the company, someone who can be trusted. As Samuel suggested, he chose Catherine.

He eventually persuaded her and together they began working in Chicago. When the news that HoS was revealed to the world came to light he convinced Catherine to move to Verthaven. He didn't want to waste the chance to take revenge by himself.

Relationships

Family:

Susanna Boudet — Wife
James Boudet — Son

Dynamics:

Catherine Wila | Good | Friend | "I consider her as a my own daughter. She is fierce while at work, but otherwise she is a totally different person. I know what she went through, she may seem like a tough girl but she isn't." |

Abilities

Power Class:

Other

Power:
— Teleport

Alain can teleport himself or object, to another location within his line of sight. Whenever he uses his power the air displaced by the teleporting makes a "pop" noise.

Limits:

The most obvious limitation is that Alain can only teleport to a location that is in his field of view. His subconscious also blocks dangerous telefrags, Alain cannot traverse to a location occupied by another organic matter or objects, as anybody—or even him—who is standing at the exit will burst into bloody bits of muscle, bones, flesh, and organs, as she occupies the same place. This is a mental block that he can't turn off.

Drawbacks:

He spends corporal energy to teleport, the heavier and larger the object is, the more energy he's going to spend. And the constant use of his ability can make him pass out due to fatigue.

Other:

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