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Is Tray's internet still out?

Also, sorta funny, the SoS template doc showed up as my list of google docs on my school's online extension. I've never logged into gmail with my laptop. So either Google is stalking me or my school's online thing ninja-ed me.
Pssh. Ember's too cool dumb for a superhero name. :3
Ember nodded, looking over at the members of his group. Rachael and Sayaka- team Omega. As Nathanial stated, they would be the eyes and ears of the operation. That would be perfectly fine with Ember. With his years of gymnastic experience and his manipulation of fire, he could stay silent but still attack if necessary. He could even attack from far away and keep hidden, but... Ember was definitely going to have to be careful. He did have pretty stable control over his ability but accidents were still possible. Ember probably wouldn't use any of his fire unless absolutely necessary.

He smiled towards Rachael and Sayaka. "Glad to be-" But Sayaka was already heading out of the door. Ember turned his attention to Rachael. "Working with you." From the kitchen incident he knew Rachael was good with knives, but Ember would have really liked some extra time to get to know her abilities. It was definitely going to be difficult to work together without knowing the completely set of skills and weaknesses of his teammates. "I need to go get changed. Let's meet up an find Sayaka before we leave, okay? It might help to know each other's abilities." He suggested, giving Rachael the chance to either agree or say she was busy or something. Whenever she would answer, yes or no, Ember would leave the room.

Eventually, Ember found a bathroom and changed his clothes. He wasn't about to wear any spandex, nothing-to-the-imagination outfit but... Ember needed something comfortable. He put on some black track pants and a matching hoodie. After all, if omega was going to be stealth Ember needed to stick with dark clothing. He pulled up the hoodie, not really caring for a mask or anything. There were tons of blonde teenagers in the United States. The only real significant mark he had was the mole on his face, but... Honestly, Ember could be any blonde-haired kid. He wasn't really attractive or ugly. He was normal and normality was the best mask there was. Besides, the best part of his clothing was it was completely flame retardant. Not that this was any really different than his normal clothes. Ember wasn't really that fond of winding up naked because he burnt his clothes off.

Once he was dressed, Ember went off to look for Rachael and Sayaka.
Quiet. The young woman was so quiet. Kami wasn't really sure what to do. She wasn't used to being the responsible one- the one in charge. No. Kami was used to fluttering around at her mother's and her late father's, may he rest in peace, commands. Even as she volunteered at the hospital, she was always running around on assignments given to her by her mother. Even at this moment, Kami was considering whisking Shira off and handing her over to her mother. The only problem with that was Shira didn't seem like the medical ninjustu type. No, at this moment, Kami wanted to focus on that sword. Was it taller than her..? Quite possibly. She nodded along as Shira started to explain her strength. Not overly strong but strong enough to use the weapon. "You have to be strong. I'd have to like drag that around and I'd still probably destroy my back." Shira could downplay her strength, but Kami was going to be adamant on her opinion. No normal amount of strength could lift that.

"Let me try." Kami insisted, holding her hands out to take the sword. If her not-so-little genin thought she wasn't that much stronger than normal people, Kami was going to prove her otherwise. "You were around during the Resistance." Kami stated, because she knew Shira was too old to have missed the whole event. Even Kami herself was way too old. It was still weird to think about babies being born that'd be apart of the new generation. There was going to be a generate not completely ignorant about the Resistance but not understand the true horrors of war. "So you know that you need to be confident in your abilities. Never attempt to a weakness, not even to me. I'll notice any weakness you have... that's my job. You never know who you can trust or who can be listening." Kami titled her head to the side, wiggling her fingers as she awaited to be handed the sword. "Who knows what the future can bring, you know? Sai's own family helped bring him down. One second I could be your teacher, your best friend and the nice I could be the very person slicing your throat."

Kami tried to smile, but it was a pretty pathetic attempt. She wasn't someone who smiled a lot. She wasn't depressed or normally sad. But Kami thought smiles were important; they weren't something you should give away freely. A smile was precious. It was more valuable than a diamond, but... Kami decided Shira needed one. She needed some encouragement, and maybe some reassurance that although Kami was surprised with the genin she was given that she wasn't any less excited. Since Shira had stated her weakness though, Kami was sure that was the first thing they could practice. Shira needed to build up or even define her muscles. Kami needed to get the the point where the sword was simply an extension of Shira's arm. Being able to to handle the weight was one thing, but that wasn't enough.

Then Shira started to ramble about honor and titles. And, honestly, Kami wasn't impressed. "A title is nothing. Honor is nothing." She said brusquely, shrugging. Personally, she believed only in family. Kami didn't need such a senseless thing as honor or an impressive title. She could be stoned to death or even have everyone avoid her like the plague as long as her friends and family were all safe. Besides, the way Shira stated her whole belief was... ridiculous. "Is that why you're learning how to use that monstrosity? You can okay with a sword, probably even pretty good with such reasons. But you'll never be amazing or flawless if you aren't at learning how to use it for yourself at least a little bit." She wasn't being mean or even inspirational. Kami just knew that if the sword didn't make Shira happy, that if she didn't enjoy using the weapon, there was really no point.

Again, Kami made grabby hands. "So, like me see it."
Ember practically combust when the alarm went off. He had finally settled back into a comfortable, quiet corner of the library. And now... more noise! He chucked the book away from him. An alarm, an alarm! What kind of alarm though..? Because if it was a fire alarm, Ember needed to leave or find somewhere safe. He didn't want to be anywhere near if water sprinklers went off. Slowly, Ember stood up and eyed the window. He'd probably be able to climb down the building without splattering. Well, he hoped so anyway. Falling out of a window, outside of combat, would be the lamest way for a superhero to die.

"Team to the War room. We've got our first mission so to speak and we shouldn't waste time."

Ember let out a sigh of relief. A mission meant the sprinklers wouldn't go off. Or, at least, they shouldn't go off. But this poised a different problem. Where... was the war room? Thankfully, Ember was in the best place to find that answer. After finding a few maps of the building in the library, he headed towards the elevator. Eventually, after getting lost despite the fact he had a map, he wondered into the war room.
Well, we could always timeskip for everyone else and when Yog and them are ready they can timeskip?
We could timeskip a week or so, maybe? Just so we could start another arc or mission?
Name: Luka Herne

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: American/Romani

Race: Earthling

Personality: Selfish. Luka knows what he wants and will always do whatever it takes to reach that goal. He'll push down whoever gets in his way. After, the incident with a telephone pole, Luka has taken trips out to the country with an ax. He'll chop down telephone poles because he figures that's a lot easier than trying to climb those enormous things. Although Luka is the type of person to spend as much time indulging in his craving of choice as possible, he's very impatient. He typically chooses the fastest route for everything, but he always makes sure his plan is safe. He doesn't want to be the next news story about some freak seen munching on telephone wires. Despite being selfish, Luka does care about his siblings and soccer. He hates sitting at school for eight hours listening to teachers ramble, but does it so he won't be kicked off the team. He also tries to keep the electricity problem away from his sister, but he's pretty sure she doesn't think it's mice munching on the electrical cords in the house every once-in-awhile. However, this can also be chalked up to the fact that he likes soccer and so he's willing to do what it takes to play it and talking to his sister about his snacking would probably cause a hospital visit.

Strengths: Soccer, finding way to get a hold of electricity to eat, decent strategist, a good liar/actor, and pretty okay at cooking.

Weaknesses: He's addicted to electricity and will go outside the moral bounders to eat it. If someone promised to let him into his school's power supply room or even the generator at their house, he'd do questionable things. Whenever he hears beeping that sounds similar to a heart monitor, he tends to freeze up. He's completely selfish and puts himself first. However he'll put someone else's well being and emotions before his own if he figures it'll get him what he wants.

Weapons: Luka carries around a Swiss Army Knife on him and a screw driver. He has to be able to pry open the covers of power outlets. On his field trips to the country, he'll carry a small ax with him.

Power: Luka is able to mess with people's minds. It isn't simple compulsion, but someone could look at it that way. He was always able to generate electricty from his body, but for the longest time he didn't know what to do with it. Sure, he could snack on the electricity or further amp himself up by eating the delicious, wonderful stuff. But, once he took a Psychology class in high school, he realized what sort of talent he had. It wasn't like those weird incidents someone heard on the news, where people were phasing through walls or flying. No. When Luka had contact with someone's face/head, he could fire bursts of electricity to neurotransmitters to cause a lapse in memory and/hallucinates. He didn't even need to learn exactly where each neurotransmitter could be found in different parts in the brain. He just knew. All Luka needed was contact and a thought out burst of electricity, It was second nature. However, whenever he manipulates neurotransmitters, the current levels of neurotransmitters force Luka to feel the person's emotions. Although he can use this ability without eating electricity, he seems to connect better to the neurotransmitters better when he does.

(I'd like to eventually expand the ability so he's able to use this to absorb information from other people and/or be able to completely rewrite someone's personality. I'd also like for him to possibly, eventually, be able to use his ability without contact. However, this really depends on how powerful you want the characters to eventually become.)

Family History: Luka is a Romani or, at least, was born into the culture. It was a culture outside the vastly technology-run society most people lived in. They were poor but they were free. He was born to Anselina and Noah Herne. His parents were married young and shortly after their marriage, they had Luka's oldest brother. His parents had then had a girl and another boy before Luka came into the picture. Like a good portion of Romani families, Luka's parents wanted a big family of their own. They wanted to wake up to the sound of little feet and make sure their children always had sibling to rely on. They came from a very close knit traveling community that loved exploring the world. The traveling community frowned upon robots, partly because they couldn't afford them and partly because they felt that they made people lazy. The family lived in a rusty RV, using it to travel across the United States. His mother had a job as a community nurse, despite only having only an expired CNA certificate, and his father worked on cars. They weren't anywhere near rich, but they had enough money to put just enough food in their children’s mouths. Besides, they grew enough plants to in their RV's to make up for the food they couldn't afford. Nowadays, his parents have rejoined the community while Sabina, Luka's sister, takes care of Luka and Sampson.

History:

Sorry. Not sorry. I got carried away.
Everything changed when Luka was born though. He was born at a normal hospital in a very normal town. As some people would refer to it a 'gorger' hospital. Right away the problems with his heart were detected and he was sent off to surgery. His mother was frantic, as any mother probably would be, as her son was swept out of the room before she could even hold him. Luka's parents soon realized the dilemma they faced. They couldn't travel anymore. They needed to stay close to a decent hospital to make sure their baby could survive. This caused a lot of tension in the family. Eventually, after arguing with their mother, Luka's oldest brother returned to traveling with the community. After all, he had a fiancé and sixteen was definitely old enough to start a family of his own.

Luka's parents didn't conform very well to the non-Romani way of life. His mother did renew her CNA certification and his father found a job at an auto shop. However, having a dying child tends to be a very stressful situation and there was never enough money coming in. Everything was so expensive; living was expensive. It was nothing like the lifestyle his parents had been raised in. One day, his father just disappeared. Afterwards, their optimistic mother started showing signs of depression. No one blamed her. She had been born into such a culture where she wasn’t so restricted and staying in one place was such monotonous. Eventually, she left a note explain that she was returning to the Romani community. This left Luka, at age ten, and his brother in the care of their older sister. It was awesome. His sister had finished her law degree and moved the family into a pretty nice apartment. Of course she was struggling but she loved taking care of her siblings. She wanted nothing but the best for them, and she was a constant pillar of hope. Of course Luka would get a new heart! Of course her other brother would get that girl to date him! She was a nurturing but strict force her brothers hadn't experienced for a long time. Luka's sister still practiced the religion surrounding the Romani culture and made sure to incorporate the culture into their family life as much as possible.

However, Luka got worse. He was hospitalized for the millionth time in his young life and there was no lifesaving, miracle heart appearing. There was no unfortunate soul that had lost their heart. That or there was simply no one selfless enough to fork over their heart as they died. Luka's sister had already started jotting down a list of people she’d like to personally slice a new, healthy heart out of. Just as Luka's sister was about to beg the hospital to let Luka go home, so he could be more comfortable when the inevitable happened, angels appeared. Actually, those people could have been the very devil and his minions and Luka's sister would have still sold her soul to save her brother. Nothing mattered, not o Del or o Beng. This wasn't about good or evil; it was about saving her brother's life.

Everything was wonderful after Acceleron came into their lives. Luka was able to return to school. He even joined the soccer team! And he was good. It didn't take long before he was the co-captain of the team. He relished in how the upperclassmen despised him for it. Years passed and everything just got better. He needed to be around electricity, wanted to be around electricity. There were no crushes, no high school romances. All Luka wanted was electricity. He started out sticking forks into sockets which evolved into him biting into household cords and eating the electricity right out of them.

His sister thought mice had gotten into the apartment and set up traps. Luka realized if he kept up eating the cords in his house, his sister would only get suspicious. So, like any other person who is super fond of something, he started to go to extreme measures. He's go to school with a screw driver so he could take the covers off of sockets. Luka would even steal classmate's cellphones and charges so he could consume the electricity from it.

This worked for a while until a telephone post in his neighborhood got knocked down. There was a fire! There was so much electricity that a fire had been created. So, like the genius he was, he created a plan and went to a party. There was a lot of drinking and, after a timely makeout session, he was able to convince some teenage drunk with a truck to "take him home". All it really took was a quick grab of the wheel and they had taken down a telephone pole. Luka had gotten out of the truck and was practically drooling over all the lose wires spurting electricity. Like some weirdo the drunk kid would probably thought he'd hallucinated, Luka ate the wires electricity and all. Wanting to be better safe than sorry, he quickly returned to the car once he heard sirens. Sending electricity to activate/deactivate certain neurotransmitters, Luka was able to make the drunk teenager forget Luka had even been in the car with him.

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Tray, I started to create a character even without having the template and... I think this is the biggest bio I've written in a while. 931 words and I'm pretty sure there'll be more to add when you make the OCC.

I was also wondering if you would allow a character that, with contact with someone's face/head could fire bursts of electricity to neurotransmitters to cause a lapse in memory and/hallucinates.
Kami turned around as her name was called, roasted chestnut falling right out of her mouth. "Wha..?" She asked while quickly down at the bag of roasted chestnuts in her hands. Her free bag of roasted chestnuts. The good thing about getting a cute, little genin to look after was the excuses it provided. Say like she could totally tell the owner of Amaguriama that she required free bags of roasted chestnuts for super important ninja stuff. She had went on a very long rant about how she needed them to have energy to train a genin and genin were the future of Konoha. After that, she had basically harassed the owner with paranoia until she was given the okay to eat all the roasted chestnuts her heart desired. She had made sure to thank the owner though.

Except, free chestnuts weren't the current concern. No, what was important was the fact that someone older than Kami was acting like- No! Where was her cute, little genin? Where were the baby cheeks she could pinch? No one would ever believe the whole 'you-need-to-give-this-to-me-I'm-training-Konoha's future' speech if Kami insisted that the young woman standing in front of her was her student. Kami could feel all the color draining from her face. She couldn't this. There was no way she could critic someone older than her! How could she..? She shifted her weight from foot-to-foot. Kami was going to have to yell at this young woman, possibly make her cry, and injure her for the sake of learning. Kami couldn't harm an adult... Gosh, her mother would have her head for that!

So, after gawking at Shira for a pregnant three minutes, Kami forced herself to say something. Anything. She could say anything to Shira right now and be okay with it. What if being too silent scared the genin off? Kami probably would never get another student again. "You smell like ramen," Kami blurted. She let out a sigh of relief as her hand covered her racing heart. Now that the situation was under control, she allowed herself to probably analyze her student. The sword was the first object that caught her attention. "You're strong then?" She asked nonchalantly, returning to stuffing her mouth with the roasted chestnuts. The sword was massive. Kami doubted even she, herself, would be able to lift it. If she could, she'd be able to preform wicked surgeries. Actually... it'd probably be good training and bonding to tell Shira exactly where to cut. Except, that whole idea was probably illegal or something.
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