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Amber Sabel; Short App; SoL

Name: Amber Sabel

Alias: Sahara

Gender: Female

Age: 19

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Occupation: Waitress / "Associate"

Personality: Stubborn and adventurous, Amber is aggressively welcoming and overbearingly friendly. Though, there is a certain unforgiving steel in her heart, and while on the whole she's compassionate and accommodating there's no doubting her ruthless spine. She holds grudges with the best of them for all that she's soft and kind on the surface.

Backstory: Amber's family was part of the Gorgons long before she herself was born, a fact that frightened her mother away to live instead with her husband out of the country. Her life was more difficult because of it, with little support or opportunity available to them, and so no one was there to notice when things took a darker, more violent turn in their own home. Armed with a nail gun, Amber stopper her father in his tracks with a well aimed shot pinning his hand to the wall. To protect her daughter, her mother finally gave in and called for help from their more criminal family members back in Long Beach. Having grown up outside the syndicate and only later being exposed to this sort of life Amber had a lot of trouble adjusting.

Skills/Weapons: Amber began taking boxing classes at Ironstone's when she became an associate of the Gorgons, and has likewise been quickly brought up to speed by her uncle at a shooting range on how to handle a gun.

Other: Amber became Mica's greatest friend and confidant after her arrival, her perspective and morals reflecting his own in a place and time where neither were appreciated or respected. He accidentally convinced her to officially join the Gorgons, something she had been reluctant to do, but after having met him and realized he was slowly being smothered by his own family she took it upon herself to help and protect him, and in turn he promised to do the same for her.

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Mica Tano; Short App; SoL

Name: Mica Tano

Alias: Atlas

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Looks:

Occupation: Waiter / "Associate"

Personality: Outwardly placid, Mica appears to be an unassuming and easy-going sort. His friends and co-workers know him to be diligent, sometimes even a bit forceful in holding everyone around him to a higher standard, not tolerating laziness or ignorance, but on the whole a quiet and well-to-do sort, if not particularly interesting. Some are allowed to see deeper into his character, where he is more obviously idealistic and daring, with a sarcastic and crass sense of humor.

Backstory: Born and raised a Gorgon, Mica is not quite heir-apparent of the emergent crime family, but as the eldest son of the current boss he's not far off from it. As a child he got an eyeful of the many activities his family got up to, everything from drugs and booze to sex and violence. Understandably it was difficult for him to properly understand how off-center his upbringing was, but in time he gained the perspective he needed to finally put a name to all the unpleasant feelings he had whenever he was confronted with the knowledge that one day he would be dragged down to the same level as his father. Mica faced a moral quandary, and soon a difficult choice will present itself; would he serve his family, or would he save them?

Skills/Weapons: Mica was on his high school's baseball team, developing a bit of a mean swing, and making him a swift sprinter when necessary, but recently his father demanded he pick up something a bit more offensively useful, and so he began boxing at Ironstone's, a gym operated by the Gorgon's. More relevant, Mica had been dutifully trained and instructed in the proper care and usage of firearms, and frequents a private shooting range.

Other: The Giorginos were a moderately prolific Mafia family based in Long Beach in the 60s, but were shut down and imprisoned later in the decade. Pernelle Tano united the left-over petty gangs and reformed the syndicate in the 90s under its current name. Most of the new blood came from her delinquent high school clique, but she was killed at the turn of the decade and succeeded by her eldest son, Jasper Tano. Jasper, Mica's father, hugely expanded the family into the affluent force it is today, buying off officers and establishing connections with cartels and gangs across the country. His efforts are a large part of what shaped the lawless elements of the city into the volatile hive it is today, opening doors even for those thugs and thieves not on his payroll.

Mica himself is not so sweet and naive that he wants to dismantle the entire criminal machine and 'save the day' as it were, but the blatant evil that takes place under his own roof sickens him, and he dreams of pruning their more wicked edges and pointing them in more Robin Hood-esque directions. There are frequently rich and powerful people far more deserving of their fate than the everyday man of the struggling working class, especially in Long Beach.

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Mon-El and the Teen Legion; Long App; DC

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"You know how, on Earth, they rate everything? One star. This is a one star."}

Mon-El has spent his entire life being manipulated by the future. From the far off 31st century an alien called Brainiac-5 interfered with destiny and saddled him with a piteous burden. It came in the shape of a golden ring, marked with an 'L' shaped emblem. It was called a Legion ring, and it was worn by a group of heroes called the Legion of Superheroes, founded by his future-self alongside Brainiac-5, alias Querl Dox. Usually it's only function was to allow the wearer to fly, but this one held one other very specific task; that of housing an AI known as Worm, designed first as an assistant aboard the Legion's cruiser, and then stripped down to the bare essentials and sent backwards in time.

Worm was the last of the Legion aside from Bainiac-5, the others lost, slain, or unmade. Ultimately they were trapped in the Zero Hour, a forsaken paradox from in averted timeline, fading from existence. With limited equipment and time only the most important information and directives were stored in the ring, and upon it's activation settling around an infant Daxamite's finger, Worm woke up.

Mon-El kept his friend secret, and so he grew up an estranged youth. He learned things his parents would rather he hadn't, he listened to and was sometimes caught speaking with voices that weren't there, and he had an intelligence far beyond his age - or at least it looked as if he did, to someone who didn't know he had his own personal AI providing him with aid and answers. Still, Worm could only do so much in these early stages of the new timeline. Mon-El was not expected to travel to the future for a very long time, but at least some of his more oblivious, callous history could be rewritten.

Earning the moniker of the Silent Son of Daxam, Mon-El became something of a reformist, challenged and advised as he was by Worm's influence, but censored and undermined by his parents. He rolled his eyes with the rest of them at the arrogant condescension of the supposed enlightened people of Krypton, but spoke out against Daxam's traditional caste system, worked to raise living standards among the lower classes, and expand his kind's stellar industries. Unfortunately for him these were priorities his parents largely opposed, refusing him a platform and discrediting his arguments in favor of their own more exploitative traditionalist policies. However, under the alias Valorium, and aided by Worm, Mon-El managed to spread his views beyond the palace despite the difficulty, and gained enough support among the more political families to instigate some limited changes.

But in the end, Worm's plot to save Mon-El's homeworld failed. As long as the AI refrained from sharing the truth of their origins, they could only do so much. The shipyards did not produce near enough ships to aid Daxam in any large scale evacuations, the King and Queen only entertained Mon-El's worry about the fall of Krypton long enough to laugh at the concept, and Worm made little progress reaching the sister planet to even warn them, much less contacting someone important enough to do something about it.

No matter what they did, they were too late to change the set course. No matter how intelligent Mon-El proved himself, or how much data they collected, Mon-El was simply too young to be taken seriously, too unusual, too radical. When Krypton went out, Daxam was showered in the debris, and Daxam's moon, Juyu, was destroyed, leaving the planet to suffer from catastrophic impacts. Mon-El escaped the planet, but refused to leave his people- so Worm, knowing there was nothing they could do, hacked his pod, activated the stasis sleep, altered the destination to Earth, and tweaked the settings so Mon-El would forget his traumatic last hours on Daxam.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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In an alternate future Mon-El made a valuable friend and ally, one who leapt at the chance to save their friend from his woeful end. When the chains around time loosened just enough to allow it, Brainiac-5 - who was trapped in a paradox where the Legion of Superheroes met an untimely end during the event known as the Zero Hour - altered and transported the Legion cruiser's AI, called Worm, into the past, housed in a Legion ring and wrapping around an infant Mon-El's finger.

Years later, Mon-El arrived on a world he knew nothing about in a Daxamite escape pod, with only his friend and confidant, the AI in his ring called Worm, to help him. With hazy memories, Mon-El doesn't immediately recall the final fate of Daxam, and when Worm informs him that large amounts of radiation rendered them deactive, and they've lost significant amounts of data pertaining to the events that led them to boarding the ship, Mon-El believes he is simply suffering from an odd accident from stasis travel and eventually he'll be found or send a message home to be picked up - nothing to worry about.

Now whilst striving to submerge himself in the local culture and avoid his oppressive parents' grasp just a while longer, Mon-El decided to embrace his freedom on Earth and effect some good and positive change on the primitive planet who's star has given him the most unusual powers...

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Mon-El and Daxam are largely inspired by the CW's Supergirl series, but as you can tell there's a lot of comic stuff and twisting to my own vision as well:

Mon-El is young, about 18 if you need an exact number. Face claim Chris Wood; dark brown hair, grey eyes, 6 foot, Caucasian nerd. His parents are King Kel and Queen Rhea - just for anyone who might already know the names of the Daxamite royal family. Worm I've invented straight out of thin air because I really just want to say 'oh worm' all the time.

Mon-El's arrival on Earth was delayed because of his ship's outdated void-traversal technology, causing the journey to be long and plagued by frequent stops to orbit stars and recharge.

The Infoblobs:

Daxam:

History

A sister planet to Krypton, Daxam also orbits the red sun Rao. In ancient times, before space-flight, it was thought that Juyu was in fact a planet, one that was located much closer to Rao than Krypton, but foreshadowing war in the city-state of Kandor, caste-less and outcasts abandoned the city to colonize Juyu, but instead discovered Daxam hidden by the orbit of Juyu, which instead was a moon rather than it's own planet. Led by a man called Dax-Am, the colonists settled on the newly discovered planet and hid themselves from Krypton for several centuries. During that time Daxam transitioned from a colonial dictatorship to a full monarchy, the first king of the planet being Val-El, whose dynasty reigned unbroken right up until the planet's destruction.

Daxam was not uninhabited however, the native population were called the Ogigi, and they worshiped the Sorrowful Gods Below, a pantheon headed by an ascendant hero called Sard. The Ogigi were spiritualistic humanoids that dwelled in one huge city beneath the arid surface, being a species of empaths deathly allergic to lead they couldn't live anywhere else for fear of coming across the material or else falling ill out of shear loneliness. The appearance of settlers on the surface saw a new dawn for the Ogigi, who were seduced and coerced into fealty to the Daxamites' banner. Lead was purged from the planet as descendants of the two peoples developed a similar - though less fatal - allergy to the substance.

A militant rebellion emerged by the name of the Sorrow Cult, motivated by the flagging gods called the Sorrows Below. The worship of Rao and other Kryptonian deities came under scrutiny, until the conflict morphed into something more ideological rather than theological; the Science War saw the reconciliation of the old pantheons merged into one, and the purging of pure Ogigi and pure Kryptonian bloodlines, instigating a new tyrannical xenophobic policy. Another war of importance to Daxam's history is the war with Krypton upon the two people's meeting each other once again, sparking a century long dispute that ended in a bloody stalemate. Thousands of years have passed since, but the antagonistic rivalry between the sister planets still burns unabated.

Daxamites:

Gifts and Flaws

From their Ogigi ancestors Daxamites inherited an anatomical quirk, a minor gift, and a minor flaw:

• The internal organs of a Daxamite are slightly changed, with their hearts on the right side of their chests.
• As the Ogigi were empaths, so too are Daxamites, but only to those of their kin. Their race are influenced by the emotions of their peers, including members of both the Ogigi and Kryptonian blood of their ancestors. This ability was exploited by the monarchy to spread substance addictions and create dependency on the government to maintain order on the planet.
• The fatal allergy to lead exposure was also inherited, in a much reduced form at least. If directly applied to a Daxamite's system, be it by injection, consumption, or managing to pierce their skin and become lodged inside them, the lead poisoning will make them severely ill, but with prompt removal and medical care it can be survived relatively easily. Outside of children, the sick, or the elderly, lead is rarely fatal, though sure to cause sickness if exposed.

Kryptonian blood also passed on their gifts to their Daxamite cousins, allowing them several major gifts and a handful of unfortunate flaws:

• The ability to process solar radiation is inherent in all Daxamites, manifesting in the staple powers. These include enhanced vision manifested across a larger spectrum, reaching the level of actual x-rays under the power of a yellow sun.
• Other abilities gained from processing yellow rays is the ability to generate an internal cell structure that causes invulnerability, the ability to generate tactile fields of negative mass to allow for flight and super-strength, and the ability to discharge intense radiation from their eyes in the form of high-powered lasers. The Kryptonian variation of the powers include freeze-breath and super-healing, but these are not available to Daxamites.
• The substance known as Kryptonite is just as dangerous to Daxamites as to Kryptonians.

Part of their evolution on the hot world of Daxam, Daxamites are quick to weaken under cold temperatures, and can easily become hypothermic.

A S S O C I A T E S:

• Worm: An artificial intelligence with limited knowledge of future events. Worm possesses the ability to hack and utilize technology of lesser or equivalent advancement from a reasonable distance and is also capable of connecting to networks such as the Internet, creating images via holograms, and speaking directly into the mind of the wearer via skin-contact, though it cannot read said mind. Worm themself has no gender, their voice being described as computerized and generic. They are Mon-El's greatest and longest friend, having a bond like that of family. Should Worm's lies and manipulations come to light however...
• Brainiac-5, "Querl": Brainiac-5 is of an alternate future, specifically the 31st century of an adverted timeline known as the Zero Hour. B-5 created the Legion ring and the AI residing within it to help alter the past to a more favorable outcome in hopes of saving his fallen friends, delivering the item via a limited form of time travel straight to Mon-El's finger.
• The Royal House of Daxam: As a son of King Kel and Queen Rhea of Daxam, Mon-El is royalty, the Prince and supposed successor to the throne. While it's true he and them don't see eye to eye on politics and a great many other things, they are still family, and they love their planet. Much as they might argue and plot, he does love them too, though how much of that is unhealthy rationalizing remains to be seen, especially with the examples set by human families on Earth.

T H E T E A M:

Team Uniform Inspo.

• Jazmin Cullen - Kid Q: Q believes herself to be human, a meta-human to be exact, but unknown to her she is an adopted alien, a Xanthuan. Her power is the ability to create stasis fields, freezing time in limited areas for short spans. She discovered Reep to be an alien by accident, catching him mid-shift in a stasis field and fearing she'd accidentally hurt him. Reep felt bad about the confusion and outed himself as an alien to her, and ever since she's been secretly helping hide them from the more xenophobic members of humanity.
• Reep Daggle - Camo: As a Durlan, Reep is an excellent shape-shifter who can blend in with ease. Shedding his orange skin and antenna for earthly tones and a short mane of hair, Reep can pass himself as whoever he needs to, regardless of species or gender. Usually calling themself Reese, Reep is one of few aliens who can move around Earth unhindered. On Durla there is a practice called the Right of Survival, where Reep and his twin Liggt were meant to fight to the death, but he refused and fled the planet.
• Brin Londo - T Wolf: Calling himself Brendan, Brin can pass as human. At a glance anyway, and with a few layers to help. His skin is a sort of brown that's slightly too red in direct light to be human, his ears are pointed, his canines a bit too pronounced, his eyes reflective like a canines, instead of nails he has claws, and despite his youth he has the fur to put any werewolf to shame. He was born on Zuun, where his father experimented on him and smuggled him off world to prevent discovery by the planet's authorities.

V I L L I A N S:

• Shane Nuñez - Lazon: Flame-wielding criminal, once suspected to be an Infernian or Regulosian, but was revealed to be a light-based metahuman. Crimes include attempted murder, assaulting officers, damaging state property, and vandalism.
• ?? ?? - Taurus Gang: Unknown, suspected new gang based in Jump City.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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V A L O R

M O N - E L

The palace shook, the grand pyramid structure actually quaking even in the far deeper levels. Mon-El paused, exchanging a concerned glance with his contact. "Go." The woman said, urgently, before pulling up the hood of her cloak and racing down the dark corridor. Mon-El himself did the opposite, shedding his hooded coat and pulling out a glass tablet, which immediately lit up. He'd barely connected to the palace network before emergency broadcasts filled his screen.

"Worm, what's happening?" He asked, even as he saw the text become unreadable from interference. Things like that didn't happen, the local network was the best on the planet, not to mention he was practically right beneath the major transmission nodes. "Is that radiation?" He demanded, disbelieving.

There was a moment before the AI responded, voice computerized even when speaking directly into his mind. "The signature is unknown, but you are correct, it is highly radioactive. Exposure would be... ill-advised." There was another pause as Mon-El quickly began walking back the way he'd came, heading for the stairs that would take him to the ground floor, which would hopefully have someone who could tell him what was happening. As if reading his mind, which, despite their ability to transmit into his head, wasn't actually possible, Worm chimed in with a concerning observation. "Length and pattern of vibrations suggest multiple heavy impacts, radiation signal implies these are not detonations of any known warheads. I have a-" The sound of terrified screaming reached them from the end of the corridor, interrupting Worm's nervous voice.

Mon-El sped up into a run, fear motivating him into a sprint. He emerged from the corridor into a war zone. Fires raged, parts of the ceiling caved in, rubble littered the floor, and everywhere there was blood and bodies, many of which were unmoving. "My Prince!" Someone screamed, Mon-El barely had time to turn his head before a man was colliding into him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the exit. It was too loud after that to hear anything else, and when they passed the ruined doors, Mon-El jerked to a halt.

Above them a rain of giant rocks were falling from the sky, and beyond that he could see the moon had turned red and cracked, as if it was falling apart too. "What-"

"Krypton is gone from the sky." Worm noted, voice void of emotion. Mon-El knew exactly what that meant.

Krypton had a fair few conspiracy theorists that thought their planet was under threat of dying, and they'd convinced several members of government that it was true, but on the whole it was being denied. He only knew of it because Worm had brought it up months ago as 'interesting' and 'unsettlingly likely', but he'd never imagined... Krypton was gone from the sky. Gone. How violent had it's death been? And now what? Was this Krypton's remains falling on their heads? Crushing his people? "We have to help them." He said breathily, so shocked that despite his words he didn't make a single move to help anyone, or even look away.

"We can't do anything, we have to go!" The man from before, a guard he realized now, pulled him from his daze, taking him by the hand and racing away. Something green glittered at the edge of his vision, but he felt it before he saw it. He felt like he'd suddenly caught fire and flinched away, turning to see a great hunk of neon green crystal crush the top of the pyramid, causing the whole palace to collapse.

His scream of denial was swallowed by the dust cloud that rushed out from the impact, little green particles in the air shooting straight into his eyes, down his throat, through his hair, knocking him clean off his feet and filling his insides with flaming pain. As the cloud around them disappeared, Mon-El found himself staring into the sky again. The moon was in pieces.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" Worm demanded, tones chirping and frantic. He was hauled to his feet, the guard was gone and this time it was a man sporting the symbol of Krypton pulling him along. He was speaking rapidly, eyes wide and desperate, but Mon-El had no idea what he was saying. He was pretty sure his ears were bleeding. Worm filled him in with a furious hiss: "What are you doing?! He's going to kill you!"

In quick succession Mon-El realized three things. One; the Kryptonian was armed - and with a Daxamite palace guard's weapon, the guard it belonged to now a lifeless corpse. Two; he had definitely spotted a Kryptonian sub-light ship crushed by debris outside the palace's entrance. Three; there was a ship ahead of them. A Daxamite emergency pod had been triggered, it rose from the underground hangar and popped open it's fore-window automatically. It had only one seat. The Kryptonian would need Mon-El if he wanted to leave, the ship wouldn't take off without a Daxamite in it: a holdover from the war, a security measure often bypassed with Daxamite blood spilled across the internal scanners.

An impact caused the Kryptonian to stumble, and the vibration knocked Mon-El from his grasp to his knees. Instantly the world of sound invaded his ears, his hearing restored from the unexpected jarring. Quick as lightning he knocked the Kryptonian's feet from under him, giving himself no time to recover before kicking the gun away and sprinting for the pod. He was leaping over the side and into the seat in seconds, booting up navigation and activating the engines. They were airborne before a course had even been plotted.

"Worm! Activate the remaining hangar exports! Get as many emergency pods up as you can!" His order was hoarse, his throat raw from the inhaled glowing green dust. It felt like fire yes, but also like thick poison sliding through his veins.

There was a long pause, Mon-El dodging falling debris and keeping his eyes on the ground, waiting desperately as the seconds ticked by and still the pods didn't rise. "...I'm sorry, but I can't. The commands were in the local network, the chamber would have been crushed when... when the palace collapsed. I'm sorry my prince." Worm's words were colored by guilt and regret, and Mon-El felt his blood turn to ice in his veins.

Wait- his blood was- it was so cold- "Worm?" The screen started to cloud over, turning hazy, and his eyes felt heavy.

"I'm sorry, we can't help them. We have to go." Worm's whispers faded away, and slowly, Mon-El began to forget... but he dreamed of ash, and of sinister green light.

P O S T C A T L O G:

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• Starter
  • Mon-El of Daxam - See Sample Post Above ~
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• Issue #1: Familiar (Complete)
  
  • #1.01: Solus
  • #1.02: Celerity
  • #1.03: Quartine
  • #1.04: Focus
  • #1.05: Cortex
  • #1.06: Formula
  • #1.07: Bellum
  • #1.08: Lumen
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• Crisis #1: National Crisis in Star City!
  
  • #1.01: Vergō
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Ceta's Whale Palace

Syed Zahid; Long App; Super

S Y E D

_______________________________________________ Syed Ali Zahid. _______________________________________________ February 13th | 15 | Pakistani/Canadian _______________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Demisexual _______________________________________________ High School Diploma | Student _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5'7" • Weight | 143 lbs • Build | Limber • Hair Colour | Brown • Eye Colour | Brown Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ [+] //Every Day Carry: • Mobile Capacitor | Modified from a high end mobile phone charger to function as Syed's personal battery pack, storing excess bio-electricity.

A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s In the dictionary, under the definition of 'average', there's a picture of a boy who looks just like Syed; he is of average height, weight, neither thin nor muscular, with light brown skin, shorter mid-length dark brown hair, and muted honey-brown eyes. He is not particularly emotive, maintaining a default neutral expression that makes him seem cold, but there's a certain directness in his gaze that marks him as focused and observant.

_{P e r s o n a l i t y}

Some might call Syed a dense simpleton lacking in intelligence or emotional depth, but those are the opinions of the unobservant and thin-minded. It's true that he rarely has outbursts or admits his thoughts aloud, but it's not because he's dumb or oblivious, instead he often finds himself paralyzed by his own mind. He is, simply put, an anxious mess, characterized by being obsessively introspective, and trapped in an isolated mindset of loneliness and stress. He finds peace in music, meditation, and studying, but for all his reservations there is a childish, adventurous spirit buried deep within him, longing to taste all life has to offer but unable to bring himself to indulge it. Underlying it all is a single pitiable truth; Syed has never, ever, felt safe.

_{C h a r a c t e r S y n o p s i s}

Born in Surrey, Canada, Syed's mother refused to raise a parahuman child and wished to give him up to the government right away, but her sister, Ayda, argued against it. His father was conflicted, but eventually bowed to a compromise; Ayda would be the one to raise Syed instead.

In his early life Syed grew up with frequent visits from his father, and scarce visits from his mother, which marked his childhood as one that was tense and full of conflict. Eventually something outside his knowledge came to a head and the visits from both stopped, his parents deciding not to be part of his life anymore. He was summarily adopted by his aunt and pulled from public school, and began being tutored by his aunt's boyfriend of the time, a man named Wyatt.

While it was known that Syed had powers, it took some time for them to be revealed, and even then there was a lot of dubious confusion on the part of his government visitors. Ayda was required to inform them of any odd events, no matter how seemingly childish or insignificant, so when she reported Syed as talking to himself for extended periods of time, he was tested. The massive headache that resulted was a whole fiasco; Syed could not explain the conversations he held with 'the lights', nor could said 'lights' be detected. Feeling as if he'd done something wrong, Syed tried to behave normally from then on, but despite his caution the tests came again, and again, and again. He stopped speaking to the lights, and to the animals, and the computers, and soon he found he could not talk to people either, his tongue turning to stone at the idea of messing up and being tested again. He could do nothing right, even after it was determined his powers had more to do with energy flow than communication.

Syed became so uncomfortable in his own home he escaped the only way he knew how; retreat, retreat, retreat. He studied until he began testing higher than his public school counterparts, finishing the curriculum well ahead of his age range. Other forms of inward focus came first in meditation, then in yoga, occasionally interspersed with various self-taught athletic techniques from martial arts or gymnastics he picked up online.

His powers were not an escape however, simply a distraction he was reluctant to exercise, no matter how intrigued his government visitors were in ascertaining what exactly he could do. Inevitably, one day they pushed too far and Syed pushed back; his eyes went black, and then pale and cloudy, and an electric shock discharged from his body. It was relatively harmless all thing considered, the doctor responsible was stunned, but unharmed, merely spending half an hour feeling as if he'd been drugged, and the electrical equipment suffered errors and crashes but eventually returned to working order - meanwhile Syed's heart was pounding so hard he gave himself a nose bleed and a panic attack. Afterwards the tests became less frequent.

For a very brief stretch of time things were calm and normal, and then he and his aunt were in a car accident and she was due to spend time recovering for much longer than a minor could be left alone. Not too keen on emancipating a parahuman teenager, Syed was offered The Promise. He accepted.

_{A b i l i t i e s & S k i l l s}

_//Abilities:

Superhuman Ability | Electroreception

Possessing a sensitive bio-electric field generated by clusters of sub-dermal extrasensory cells along his nervous system in a similar fashion as those seen with creatures such as cartilaginous fish, monotremes, and even apiformes. Applications associated with electroreceptive powers are electrolocation and electrocommunication. Electrolocation is an ability much like a sixth sense, capable of detecting electrical currents generated by living beings or electrical machines, as well as sensing the resistivity or conductivity of matter. Electrocommunication actually has very little to do with communicating as humans understand it, instead it's more or less a very mild attack; an electrical discharge into the air of the immediate area can leave those within a few feet stunned, feeling numb and sluggish, which would make it difficult for the victim of the shock to react quickly or think clearly for a handful of minutes.

Limitation(s) | Syed cannot consciously manipulate the electrical currents he detects, so there is no application for any technomancy or other energy-specialized abilities. Neither can he sense certain levels of complexity within currents; he cannot read minds by recognizing patterns in neural synapses, and he cannot perceive digital data whether it's being streamed or stored in hard drives - his senses just aren't clear enough.

His ability to discharge a small burst of energy is a double-edged sword, as it causes him severe physical stress and exhaustion, resulting in small bouts of blindness, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and nose bleeds, and it's effect on others are much less severe, only mimicking the effects of depressants for around five minutes before they begin to recover, or else only causing temporary instability in electronics. Furthermore, Syed must have a long drawn-out cooling period, with lots of rest and high-calorie food, in order to gain his strength back: prolonged strain after a discharge without taking any recuperative measures is a sure ticket into a coma.

Weakness(es) | There's a sort of balance involved in Syed's ability; given that he has no control over his bio-electrical field he cannot simply turn it off to conserve energy, and while he does absorb some ambient energy from the feedback he largely relies on large quantities of foods rich in sugars and carbohydrates in order to stay healthy. He also tends to be off-balance in highly industrial environments where there is more energy flow, causing him to become more clumsy and easily distracted.

_//Skills:

Acrobatics | Syed, through haphazard self study and a great deal of yoga, is quite flexible and limber. While unused to extensive or prolonged exercise, it is still an ability that grants him a measure of maneuverability.

Observation | Being the wary and anxious soul that he is, Syed has a keen eye for detail. He's cautious and thorough, quick to systematically peruse every occupant and object in a room and account for the setting, and usually quite intuitively too.

Trilingual | Raised in a Punjabi-speaking home in an English speaking country, Syed considers both to be his native languages. His early years in public school gave him the beginnings of French, which were continued by his French-Canadian tutor.

Technician | While his ability doesn't grant him any ability to manipulate or control technology, he can take things apart and feel how they work, and the same when putting them back together. In response to his perceived talent, his education was much more detailed in the subjects of electrical engineering and computer science, aided by his intuitive insight.

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Aden Ross; Long App; Super: RETIRED

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“We live as we dream -- alone...”

– J o s e p h C o n r a d

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Basic Information

N A M E

Aden Isaac Ross

B I R T H D A T E

16th of February

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

20

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual

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Self & Skills

O C C U P A T I O N

Second year student at East Bridge Arts College pursuing an undecided degree.

S K I L L S

• Linguistics; French, Spanish, Korean - studying Mandarin.
• Arts; From Painting and Sketching to Photography and Manips.
• Lying; Great at looking honest and covering his tracks when slipping half-truths or even bold-faced lies.

T R A I T S & F L A W S

• Eager
• Inventive
• Lonely
• Indulgent - of vices.
• Impatient
• Insecure

E Q U I P M E N T

• Notebook/Sketchbook
• Generic Smartphone
• Sunglasses

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B I O & T H I N G S

H I S T O R Y

Aden was born in St. Louis, Missouri. His parents divorced early in his life; his dad was violent and manipulative, his mother got out while she could, and remarried across the country, leaving him behind. He had few friends, only managing to maintain a few acquaintanceships with people who wanted to use him to improve their grades. Things began to come to a head when he started hanging around with sketchy characters and rebelling against his dad. Coming into magic was the final straw, prompting him to finally stand up for himself. The confrontation turned violent, but he soon realized magic had changed very little for him, so he made his own change; moved in with his mom’s family for the summer and severing all ties with his dad.

Magic was complicated for him, it wasn’t the first time weird things had happened to him, and while before it was easily dismissable as harmless imagination, now he could cause real damage. He hid his abilities and continued as he had before, indulging the power when alone, but pretending as if everything was normal. One of his biggest worries was what the magic meant for him, where his place was in the world now, but without anyone to answer his questions he could do nothing to satisfy this. The message he received however was eagerly taken, and he left as soon as he could to find his own kind, hoping he’d finally be okay once surrounded by people in a similar situation as himself.

T H E M E S O N G

Xtatic Truth - Crystal Fighters
_{"We were born to be alone,
everybody all alone,
born alone to be alone,
we'll stand alone forever."}

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M A G I C

S P E L L S

Vidasang (Change/World); Blood can be used to heal wounds. The blood can be taken from any source, but incompatible blood, meaning animal or of different blood types, is changed to become compatible. The further from compatible it is the more energy is needed to change it, meaning a snake’s blood would be more costly than the spell is worth, but a human’s would work fine. The spell works best on open wounds, but has some effect on broken bones. [Cast]

Mag-ascensor (World); Electromagnetism is used to manipulate the gravity around himself to achieve flight and increase his movement speed. Perception is unchanged, making extreme speeds disorienting. [Persistent]

Vermellum (World); Uses electromagnetism to blast a telekinetic force at a target, appearing as a small red missile of light. Can be shaped to be sharp or blunt for specific types of damage or other use.[Cast]

Calenallum (World); Creation of light so hot it can melt metal, start fires, and blind onlookers. The light can be controlled or it can radiate outwards in a blast. Must be used cautiously lest the user be burned or blinded.[Cast]

Electripell (Change, World); Skin gains a bioelectric outline, integrated to sense nearby movement and shock anyone or anything that makes contact.[Cast]

Animar (Change); Animates inanimate objects such as rocks or shattered debris into golems of various sizes to follow simple orders like ‘go there’, ‘carry this’, or ‘attack that’.[Persistent]

C A N T R I P S

Brillar (Change, World); Body is able to glow in complex designs and multiple colors. [Cast]

Calormenys (World); Resistance to extreme heat. [Persistent]

Hogwarts; A new story

@Classpet I don't mind.

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James Clark; Short App; ??: RETIRED

(Face Claim: Adam Brody)

Name: James Clark

Alias/Nickname: Jamie

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 23

Personality: James is a bit oblivious, socially at least, physically he's very observant and notices things others wouldn't think to look for. He's quick to smile, but gets cagey about too many personal questions.

History: His father was a geneticist, and was at the head of a lot of genetic engineering projects for a time. He's mostly retired now, though he often acts as a consultant to young scientists who manage to track him down.

James was raised by his flaky mother, and moved to Canada as soon as he was old enough. He supported himself through college for a while before dropping out and getting a job as a freelance photographer. He's returned home after an extended stay in Brazil taking photos of natives and the wildlife for various magazines and websites.

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Jonas Finley; Short App; TN: RETIRED

(Face Claim: Sam Way)

Name: Jonas Finley

Alias/Nickname: Joe

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Personality: Jonas would do anything for his friends, and inspires them to do the same for him. He’s loyal and quick to make new friends, drawing them in like a magnet. His kindness and cheerful attitude have a way of making those around him feel better, and he is always ready with a sympathetic ear.

History: Joe was born lower class, but he lived in the massive city of Los Angeles and explored the city often, despite the terrible air and conditions. His parents couldn’t ever keep up with him, and one day he paid for his overzealous explorations when he wandered too close to an illegal chem dump and was blasted with toxic air. He spent months in the hospital, and his lungs were unlikely to ever recover, but with the millions of dollars his family received from suing the responsible company, they were able to move into a dome. For a few years at least, immediately after moving into the dome Joe’s lungs began to recover due to the treated air.

His family wouldn’t be able to afford the home forever though, and knew they had to win a spot to Terra Nova if Joe was ever going to get better. Terra Nova was the dream for many, and had been for them as well, but now it was their son’s life at stake. Joe’s father, Terrance, began picking up lottery tickets for a trip, and his mother went back to school to become a better doctor. In the end it was just enough, and they were recruited for Terra Nova.

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Bellamy Craight; Short App; AC

(Face Claim: Dave Franco)

Name: Bellamy Craight

Alias/Nickname: Bell, Agent Sparks

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Brotherhood of Assassins

Age: 24

Personality: Bellamy is a complicated person with conflicting ideals. He's ambitious and selfish, indulging his own desires on many an occasion, but also compassionate and generous, always making time to help and avoiding hurting others’ feelings. He's a bit shy, and certainly quiet, but his work as a lone agent gave him a chance to try on many new faces and come out of his shell a bit. Now he's feeling the pressure as he's trusted with one of the most important missions his order has ever undertaken.

History: Born and raised an assassin, Bellamy always knew what was needed of him, and grew up fast under the tutelage of his father. His mother was never in the picture, having died in childbirth, or so was the story. He joined the brotherhood early in life, and began doing many menial tasks around various headquarters and doing many errands around important cities. Once he was of age he received his first target and began working to take down a Templar who had holed herself up in Brasilia and was growing big and causing mess after mess as she spread corruption.

The assassins overestimated her, and when he took her down quickly and with little fuss they thought him a protege. Bellamy didn't ever know to correct their assumptions, and began rising in the ranks. Thankfully he did have some talent for sneaking and killing, but mostly he was talented with languages and cultures, as well as technology. Perfect for Operation Paradox.

Hogwarts; A new story

It didn't take long for Mike to come up with a plan of attack, Trolls were stupid creatures, but they knew how to wield simple tools, such as clubs. Luckily, only the Trolls were magic resistant. "Deletrius!" He shouted, sending a red curse flying through the air and disintegrating it's weapon into dust. "Wingardium Leviosa!" A large rock came hurtling from the hill and smashed into the back of the Troll's head.

He was impressed with himself, he'd have expected himself to be scared out of his mind, but he was carrying a wand. Perhaps the biggest help to any fear he might have had at the situation was reduced by Olliver scaring half his life off by pushing him out a window, as well as the distance between him and the Troll. For now he was ignoring the other two, the Professor could handle them, or if not then it wasn't like he could help until he'd dealt with the first one.