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Ju-V

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The flight over to San Francisco though exciting was also very– very daunting for Sora, it had been her first time flying much less first class! But she also has a fear of heights and the thought that she's literally afloat in the sky with not much protection other than a 152+ ton of metal was unsettling. So she kept a firm grip on her armrest, the whole flight her brows knitted and eyes focused out through the window and scanning the clouds right up until it was landing time.

‘Gramps would have loved this.’ she mused as the plane began its descent.

She stood upright, her carry on slung over her left shoulder, a loose fitted white T-shirt accompanied by baggy blue jeans that ended pooled around moderately scuffed black and white converse shoes. Sora’s right hand lifted to play with her pendant idly as she stared down at ants passing by her feet as she waited with a couple other folks looking around the same age as herself for the ride that’ll take them off to ‘paradise’.

Get it cause they're supposed to be heading off to some kinda remote island off San Francisco shores. Nevermind–

Sora lifted her head as a sturdy bus came screeching to a halt, taking a deep breath and giving a quick squeeze to her pendant before letting it fall back into place around her neck. She stepped in after two who entered before her. She gave a brief wave of hello to the dainty looking girl at the front and smiled in greeting at the overly excited girl in green before ultimately choosing to sit in front of the surfer guy she boarded the bus with.

In her seat she peeked through her curly bangs and over the plain dark grey leather seats of the bus at a couple other people on the bus. As the bus moved on she quietly watched with amusement as all sorts of people joined them at each stop, the memorable ones being a girl with wings. She stopped to wonder how comfortable having such huge wings would be, she eyed the hoodie guy that seemed to be analyzing the girl and her every feather. She snickered to herself.

‘Holy mother of Mount Rushmore.’ Sora had to stop her jaw from dropping as she set her sights on one huge hunk of stone stomping on the bus, she physically tilted to the side when he sat. ‘Well you sure as hell don’t see that everyday.’ she shook her head. At about the final stop she peeked up trying to see only to find a tiny otter padding its way down the aisles. She heard someone let out a confused slew of curses, herself stopping to just lean back into her seat shaking her head, some more a stupid grin on her lips. “I’m stuck with a bunch of oddballs aint I?” she whispered this quietly with an exasperated sigh.

Finally reaching the wharf which housed the boat that was going to take the youth to the island, Sora was one of if not the first to shoot up and grab her bag finally glad to be able to stretch her legs and be out of the bus that whilst not cramped gained an air of tension from some of its occupants. So it wasn’t a surprise when she barreled her way down the aisle only stopping to a slower pace when one of the officers gave her a pointed look. Which she responded with a sheepish grin and dip of acknowledgement.

Lining up with the others getting ready to board the boat, she grimaced a little seeing the giant made of stone which she’d happily dubbed ‘Gargoyle’ from the mean set of his face and the very obvious stone state he was in.

‘Yikes, that’s one way to start a titanic replay on a small boat.’

She watched as the girl with wings, hoodie guy, strange haircut guy and tiny green tater tot packed into the boat alongside the giant, evenly distributing their weight with the help of the security personnel on board with them. She whistled out as the boat finally set sail off to the island.

‘Here’s to hoping y’all don’t sink.’ A small salute was done, before she snickered to herself quietly.

When the boat finally returned —which felt like an eternity of a wait for Sora and her tendency to be an impatient twat. She stepped onto the boat getting as comfortable as she could before watching Elsa-in-the-making nervously fidgeting about before stepping onto the boat. Sora pursed her lips and decided she’d had just about enough staring around at people and set her sights to the island in tow.

Her breath hitched as the final person took their seat and the rope took from its place on the deck and they finally set sail. She reached up and gripped her pendant, her heart suddenly hammering, because this was happening, this was all real. Though she tried her darndest to placate her nerves by labelling the institute on a desolate island as a paradise, she knew better than to delude herself. She knew for a fact that she traded one prison for another only this one’s got meta-humans crawling everywhere.

‘Literally and figuratively I bet.’

Soon enough after minutes of gripping her pendant which left a reddened indent in her palm and watching the water slosh against the boat she breathed a sigh as they docked and everyone piled off. Walking through security was tough. Well mostly because they took her pocket knife and her vape pen– “Aaah shit, I knew I should have just put ‘em in my pants.” she grumbled out quietly.

“Hey–” she looked down at the officer's name tag. “-Billy my guy, can’t you just leave the pen with me at least?” she stared up at him with puppy eyes. “It cost me a fortune man, and I mean you kinda look up tight you could use a hit, yah know?” The officer simply glared down at Sora with a look that could kill if he had lethal eye beams, yikes. She gulped, nodding along before walking forward with a pocket knife and vape pen left behind. “I’ll remember you guys, mamas coming back soon!”

Taking one last longing look at the bin holding her precious babies she sighed out, hunkered down into herself and stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked along with the other misfits of the bunch. Down a long corridor the nineteen meta-humans walked until they entered the Recreation Wing's sports court, where they all stood together listening to a Director Virgil Rowell droning on about the ins and outs, importance and yada yada bada bada of the facility. Until things got interesting…

For the sake of all our mentality and brain capacity broken down into parts-‘Boop beep boop!’

Some guy’s being tazed to the ground. Winged chicks slapping him across his face and the little tater tots vanishing apparently and wait is that..OH hell no!

Sora’s turning away and squinting her eyes as pepper spray is quite literally sprayed all over the place, she sucks in a deep breath a little too late sucking in a bit of the assaulting chemicals and coughs out a splutter of spit. Whoops hope no one is nearby.

“Jesus fuck! A warning would have been great yah know!” She wheezes some more hunched over as chaos seems to ensue but her eyes are still shut and her throats still feeling itchy and burny. She could hear people shuffling over to the invisible girl and she only let her mind wonder just a little if she was alright since she got the brunt of the spraying but it strayed right back to one single thought.

‘So much for a fucking paradise!!!!’

Ju-V

S P I T F I R E

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^{S O R A M O O R E ◼ D E C E M B E R 15TH ( E I G H T E E N ) ◼ F E M A L E}

^{"Back up! Or I’ll turn you to nothing but melted bones and skin..okay ew that image isn’t pretty.."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Never seen a cuter convict!"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'6

◼ WEIGHT | 129lbs

◼ BUILD | Slender

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Dark Brown

◼ EYE COLOUR | Brown

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | Orange

◼ OTHER | Heterosexual

//DESCRIPTION:

Sora Moore was of average height and weight. She has a slender and feminine physique and usually wore baggy clothes of varying colors varying in muted warm tones. Her hair was a mess of tight coils that fell over her forehead and down her neck. Two piercings lined both of her ears and a flaming phoenix was tattooed on her nape leading down to the top of her back. A thin silver chain was always visible leading down under her clothing. A bit air-headed in nature and with a mouth that's always firing off with random chatter and facts, Sora would be described as friendly and a little over the top.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"The lives we live are what make us, us."}

Sora Moore was born to her mother Soana Moore and a father that she never knew. She grew up in the poor side of Downtown Los Angeles and lived a moderate life up until her mother became addicted to drugs. There on out whenever her mother was ‘out of her mind’ she would take on the role of a caregiver for her mother and herself. This went on up until she was eleven when social services came and took her from her mother, placing her within the foster home system.

She moved from home to home never really feeling like she belonged. Despite feeling out of place and missing her mother dearly, she kept her head up and brought on a cheery persona as a way to hide her feelings. Without any real friends made in whatever home she was placed in she was forced to fend for herself whenever troubled kids decided to make her their target. An incident that ultimately landed her at her grandfathers is what made her and others around her realise that she was a meta-human after she bit one of the children leading to them being paralyzed for a short period of time.

At the age of fourteen she was brought to her grandfathers who she had not met before after he came looking for her and officially adopting her. The first year of living with him was rough for her because Sora didn’t know anything about her grandfather Donovan, and apparently he didn’t know anything about her either until her mother contacted him begging him to take Sora in after she lost custody of her.

Through the years she grew to love and appreciate him though wary of him because of his strict ways. Things were going smoothly up until she was about seventeen. It was her final year of Highschool and she couldn’t wait to get out of there with all the taunting and mockery being thrown her way, someway somehow word got around about her ‘druggy mother’ and her time in the foster care system her freshman year and she reputed the taunts with smiles and jokes. But this time Trish Grooves, the leader of the group that’s been hounding her since freshman year, did the unthinkable. She broke Sora’s pendant, the last thing she got from her mother before she was taken away from her. The only thing her mother gave her aside from life…she snapped, grabbing out for the girl and biting her, in her rage she ended up not able to control the amount of paralysing saliva she intended to feed into her. You know something to give the major bitch Trish a reason to fear her and feel pain.

She wishes now she hadn’t done it. Trish ended up having a seizure and to this day lays in a coma while her parents damn Sora to hell. I mean she kinda was in her own hell being sent to a correctional facility until she turned eighteen and was able to be taken to court for a proper hearing. Sora thought this was it, her being a meta-human was one thing… but harming a normie? That would be the odds acting against her; she probably wouldn’t even get a proper hearing. But lucky or unlucky for her, her saving grace came in the form of an associate with the Ju-V, proposing to take her to their institution with others like herself.

Despite her initial hesitation at the request she took it, more so in fear of what would happen in an actual jailing system.
.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"My ambitions might make people cringe. I know they make me. Yikes."}

Sora is what one would call the very definition of simple minded or narrow sighted. She merely focuses on what her needs are right now and goes off based on that. And her current objective is to get out of whatever troubles she got and be able to one day live a life with her mother and grandfather. No matter how impossible it sounds.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Gross I know, grew up with a lot of folks saying just that. Least it gets the job done!"}

//ABILITIES:

◼ PARALYSING EXCRETION | Sora is able to paralyze humans and animals alike with her saliva, tears , blood, and sweat. As a bonus her canines, though as sharp as any normal humans, have little holes barely visible that help her regulate how much of the paralyzing saliva she wants to give someone, which she has dubbed her lethal bite.

//SKILLS:

◼ ACIDIC DAMNATION | Sora has found if she consumes a good amount of acidic foods she is able for a short period of time to produce acidic spit that once met on a surface melts it. Which has her carrying around candies with acidic properties. Just in case if the situation is in need of some Acidic Damnation. 🙂

◼ FIRING SPIT | If she has collected a good amount of saliva or blood (like from a cut in her mouth) she is able to fire it off with the same velocity of a slingshot slinging a small rock.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ CLOTHING | If there is any blockage to bare skin she is quite literally rendered useless because she needs to have access to someone's skin to be able to paralyze them. This of course is unless she uses Acidic Damnation which in its own puts her out of commission for far too long to be able to get much else done.

◼ LONG RANGE | Although she is able to fire her spit she still needs to be in a 2-4 feet radius of a person otherwise the projection of saliva won’t meet its target and she’ll look like a spitting fool for all to see. If she is not using her Firing Spit skills she has to be in very close range of a person to be able to either hold on to their bare skin or sink her canines into them to allow for proper paralysis to take effect.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ DEHYDRATION | This speaks for itself with spitting too much more than she can produce saliva can cause her to go into a very rapid state of dehydration leading to a dry tongue, throat and coughing fits.

◼ ACIDIC DAMNATION | Despite this being one of her skills, it does a lot of damage to the inside of her mouth as it is not her natural ability and is but an altered form of her paralyzing abilities, which needs outside components to be able to produce acidic spit. Hence why she rarely uses this ability in fear of it doing irreversible damage. 🙁

◼ TOO MUCH EXCRETION | If she uses her paralyzing abilities too much it will start turning against her, subsequently paralyzing her. Which means she has to take a 2-5 hour rest if she had been using the ability for over an hour pushing 2.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ Soana Moore | Sora’s mother who was a drug addict. She was taken from her at a young age and has since never been in contact with her. Despite loving her mother unconditionally, she still holds a slight resentment towards her.

◼ Donovan Moore | Sora’s grandfather took her in after her couple of years in the foster home system. She thinks highly of the man though is a tad frightened of his strictness.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ Los Angeles | The only place she knows is home despite all the shortcomings in her life living there.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ CIRCULAR SILVER PENDANT | A simple circular pendant with the S.M. initials she shares with her mother, a way to feel as though her mother is with her everywhere she goes. It looks to have been broken in between the S.W but has been mended.

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Ju-V

S P I T F I R E

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^{S O R A M O O R E ◼ D E C E M B E R 15TH ( E I G H T E E N ) ◼ F E M A L E}

^{"Back up! Or I’ll turn you to nothing but melted bones and skin..okay ew that image isn’t pretty.."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Never seen a cuter convict!"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'6

◼ WEIGHT | 129lbs

◼ BUILD | Slender

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Dark Brown

◼ EYE COLOUR | Brown

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | Orange

◼ OTHER | Heterosexual

//DESCRIPTION:

Sora Moore was of average height and weight. She has a slender and feminine physique and usually wore baggy clothes of varying colors varying in muted warm tones. Her hair was a mess of tight coils that fell over her forehead and down her neck. Two piercings lined both of her ears and a flaming phoenix was tattooed on her nape leading down to the top of her back. A thin silver chain was always visible leading down under her clothing. A bit air-headed in nature and with a mouth that's always firing off with random chatter and facts, Sora would be described as friendly and a little over the top.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

---

^{"The lives we live are what make us, us."}

Sora Moore was born to her mother Soana Moore and a father that she never knew. She grew up in the poor side of Downtown Los Angeles and lived a moderate life up until her mother became addicted to drugs. There on out whenever her mother was ‘out of her mind’ she would take on the role of a caregiver for her mother and herself. This went on up until she was eleven when social services came and took her from her mother, placing her within the foster home system.

She moved from home to home never really feeling like she belonged. Despite feeling out of place and missing her mother dearly, she kept her head up and brought on a cheery persona as a way to hide her feelings. Without any real friends made in whatever home she was placed in she was forced to fend for herself whenever troubled kids decided to make her their target. An incident that ultimately landed her at her grandfathers is what made her and others around her realise that she was a meta-human after she bit one of the children leading to them being paralyzed for a short period of time.

At the age of fourteen she was brought to her grandfathers who she had not met before after he came looking for her and officially adopting her. The first year of living with him was rough for her because Sora didn’t know anything about her grandfather Donovan, and apparently he didn’t know anything about her either until her mother contacted him begging him to take Sora in after she lost custody of her.

Through the years she grew to love and appreciate him though wary of him because of his strict ways. Things were going smoothly up until she was about seventeen. It was her final year of Highschool and she couldn’t wait to get out of there with all the taunting and mockery being thrown her way, someway somehow word got around about her ‘druggy mother’ and her time in the foster care system her freshman year and she reputed the taunts with smiles and jokes. But this time Trish Grooves, the leader of the group that’s been hounding her since freshman year, did the unthinkable. She broke Sora’s pendant, the last thing she got from her mother before she was taken away from her. The only thing her mother gave her aside from life…she snapped, grabbing out for the girl and biting her, in her rage she ended up not able to control the amount of paralysing saliva she intended to feed into her. You know something to give the major bitch Trish a reason to fear her and feel pain.

She wishes now she hadn’t done it. Trish ended up having a seizure and to this day lays in a coma while her parents damn Sora to hell. I mean she kinda was in her own hell being sent to a correctional facility until she turned eighteen and was able to be taken to court for a proper hearing. Sora thought this was it, her being a meta-human was one thing… but harming a normie? That would be the odds acting against her; she probably wouldn’t even get a proper hearing. But lucky or unlucky for her, her saving grace came in the form of an associate with the Ju-V, proposing to take her to their institution with others like herself.

Despite her initial hesitation at the request she took it, more so in fear of what would happen in an actual jailing system.
.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

---

^{"My ambitions might make people cringe. I know they make me. Yikes."}

Sora is what one would call the very definition of simple minded or narrow sighted. She merely focuses on what her needs are right now and goes off based on that. And her current objective is to get out of whatever troubles she got and be able to one day live a life with her mother and grandfather. No matter how impossible it sounds.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

---

^{"Gross I know, grew up with a lot of folks saying just that. Least it gets the job done!"}

//ABILITIES:

◼ PARALYSING EXCRETION | Sora is able to paralyze humans and animals alike with her saliva, tears , blood, and sweat. As a bonus her canines, though as sharp as any normal humans, have little holes barely visible that help her regulate how much of the paralyzing saliva she wants to give someone, which she has dubbed her lethal bite.

//SKILLS:

◼ ACIDIC DAMNATION | Sora has found if she consumes a good amount of acidic foods she is able for a short period of time to produce acidic spit that once met on a surface melts it. Which has her carrying around candies with acidic properties. Just in case if the situation is in need of some Acidic Damnation. 🙂

◼ FIRING SPIT | If she has collected a good amount of saliva or blood (like from a cut in her mouth) she is able to fire it off with the same velocity of a slingshot slinging a small rock.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ CLOTHING | If there is any blockage to bare skin she is quite literally rendered useless because she needs to have access to someone's skin to be able to paralyze them. This of course is unless she uses Acidic Damnation which in its own puts her out of commission for far too long to be able to get much else done.

◼ LONG RANGE | Although she is able to fire her spit she still needs to be in a 2-4 feet radius of a person otherwise the projection of saliva won’t meet its target and she’ll look like a spitting fool for all to see. If she is not using her Firing Spit skills she has to be in very close range of a person to be able to either hold on to their bare skin or sink her canines into them to allow for proper paralysis to take effect.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ DEHYDRATION | This speaks for itself with spitting too much more than she can produce saliva can cause her to go into a very rapid state of dehydration leading to a dry tongue, throat and coughing fits.

◼ ACIDIC DAMNATION | Despite this being one of her skills, it does a lot of damage to the inside of her mouth as it is not her natural ability and is but an altered form of her paralyzing abilities, which needs outside components to be able to produce acidic spit. Hence why she rarely uses this ability in fear of it doing irreversible damage. 🙁

◼ TOO MUCH EXCRETION | If she uses her paralyzing abilities too much it will start turning against her, subsequently paralyzing her. Which means she has to take a 2-5 hour rest if she had been using the ability for over an hour pushing 2.

▼ N O T E S:

---

//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ Soana Moore | Sora’s mother who was a drug addict. She was taken from her at a young age and has since never been in contact with her. Despite loving her mother unconditionally, she still holds a slight resentment towards her.

◼ Donovan Moore | Sora’s grandfather took her in after her couple of years in the foster home system. She thinks highly of the man though is a tad frightened of his strictness.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ Los Angeles | The only place she knows is home despite all the shortcomings in her life living there.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ CIRCULAR SILVER PENDANT | A simple circular pendant with the S.M. initials she shares with her mother, a way to feel as though her mother is with her everywhere she goes. It looks to have been broken in between the S.W but has been mended.

---

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

TISTA CEEPER

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“Up….” The girl stirred in her sleep, but ultimately stayed snoring away. A blissful smile gracing her lips as she turned the other way and resumed her dreaming. Dreaming of-

“Tis up! Get up!” she startles awake at the yelling and little pushes being placed on her shoulder. She opens her eyes begrudgingly sending a glare at her little brother who made it his mission to climb on her bed and disrupt her.

“Tobias..what do you want you lil twat?” she covered her head with her blanket groaning. “It’s too early for your antics!” Tobias frowned at that, his lips turned up as he pulled the covers from her face. “Dada says get up!” Tista lays there on her back just staring up at her 4 year old brother, the 15 year old contemplating whether or not to just grab her brother and send him packing out the door or get up and go see her father and what he wants.

Coming to a conclusion she lets out an exasperated sigh shooting upright and grabbing her brother tickling him as he gasps out and laughs in her arms. She stands with him and he rests his head on her shoulder as she walks out her open door.

“You know why pops is calling for me?” She curled a brow at her brother. Tobias merely blinked and shrugged nuzzling further into the crook of her neck “Don’ know, he looked sad.”

Turning the corner she spots her dad sitting with his head down at the breakfast table. She walks forward. Tobias now wrapped his arms around her neck, tightly but not to the point where it’s uncomfortable.

“What’s up, dad?” She called out to him. A beat past and then two. “You don’t usually call me so early in the morning especially on weekends, that’s usually mom’s job.” She said jokingly, filling into the silence from him not responding. “Speaking of mom, where is she?”

Her father stiffened and in turn Tista stiffened. Suddenly the hold Tobias had around her neck began becoming stifling. She gripped him tighter. “Dad come on, if you’re playing around don’t anymore. You know I don’t like the silent treatment!” He finally turned around slowly to look at her. And she knew just by the look on his face something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. “Sweetpea….mom is-“

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Blip…

Tista’s eyes slowly opened, it was blurry at first as she woke and her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her tent. She gripped her blanket tightly in her hands.

“It…it was just a dream.” She spoke out into the dark.

‘Or rather a nightmare’ but she kept that to herself and didn’t expose it to the darkness.

Blip..

She blinked twice, recognizing that she was woken by droplets of what seemed to be rain water dripping from a rip in the top of the tent over her head. She brought a hand up to touch the wet spot on her forehead.

“Wasn’t there a barrier blocking out the storm?” She whispered out, now becoming fully aware of her environment she in fact could hear the beat of rain dropping on the tents surface and the ground outside. Confused, she turned to look across the room towards her tent-mate.

“Hey Sierra-“ she paused, realizing the girl was nowhere to be found. “Where’d she go off to?” She freezes as shouting is heard outside of her tent. Immediately she felt as though she was drenched in cold water. She jumped up and slipped on her shoes before cautiously walking outside and into the arms of the storm.

“What’s going on? What's with all the shouting?” She asks out to the countless number of students and probably some staff rushing around. ‘I must have been in deep sleep if I was able to miss all of this commotion.’

“It’s Hyperion, come on!” A girl says out rushing off into the direction of another team's campsite. She ran after her trying to keep up in her dazed and frazzled state.

Tista arrived just in time to see a boy flying through the air, her eyes opening wide and mouth flying open as she watched in horror as he went through the stormy night sky. To make matters worse before she could even make sense of anything she looked on forward at the gathered crowd to only see another guy getting impaled in the chest.

‘This is all happening too fucking fast!’ Before she could let out a scream or anything to show her confusion and distress she turns to the side and empties out the contents of her gut. Shifting to her hands and knees in the wet grass, snot, tears and a bit of vomit covered her face as she cried and coward in the back of the group.

‘I don’t understand what’s going on, isn’t this supposed to be the safest place for hyper-humans?’

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Present
Tista stayed in the auditorium silently picking at her nails as she listened to the woman on stage talk about a team swap. It wasn’t that long after the funeral of Cassander, the guy who died. And to say Tista was on edge would be an understatement.

Her mind was constantly racing with thoughts that she wishes would just shut up at the moment, she wasn’t there for the whole thing so she shouldn’t be this affected by it. Yet that doesn’t stop the cold sweat from drenching her forehead and the back of her neck making her feel clammy and gross.

She looked left and right at the folks she hardly got to know and balled her hands into fists. Just sitting there.

“I think I’ll stay here for now.” She closed her eyes. “Better than being uprooted and thrown into the arms of new people.” She sighed out going back to just listening to the woman speak on and on, and watching as people left and joined teams.

She felt as if she was going on autopilot for the past couple of days, her mind keeps replaying the guy being sent flying off, Cassander dying and people joining Hyperion and that scary ravenette who was spouting controversial nonsense.

‘Am I going to be next?’

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

_{Location: Team 78 Campsite - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

Chapter #1.107 Pizza making? Tackled. Introductions? In progress.

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_{Interaction(s): Harlowe @PatientBean Yuri @Wei Wuxian Sierra @JunkMail Coop @psych0pomp Ariel @Lawful Newtral Lucas @Nemaisare}

Previously: Hiking & Bacon Topping

Tista sat, or rather stooped in front of the makeshift pizza oven watching and waiting as her monstrous mix of tomato sauce, loads of mozzarella cheese peppered with bacon bits heated and and rose into the most perfectly baked pizza. ‘Ah! Glorious!’ she thought. It was round and could have four evenly slices cut out of it once ready. She was more than eager to dig right in once she was able to.

She watched and watched till it finally dinged, pulling down on the hand bar to get to the baked treat. She looked side to side making sure no one was paying her much attention, then she tentatively touched the crust lightly with the pad of her right index finger allowing for the pizza to float up and towards her person. Standing to her full height she grabs a plate placing it just below the floating pizza and with a thought or will, she hasn’t quite yet figured out how she stops things from floating other than –’Descend’ she commanded in thought only, and the pizza complied flopping down into the plate. Delighted, she grabbed a knife and sliced the pizza up and with a big bite stuffed into her mouth, she turned on her heel and decided to socialise.

Seeing the group somewhat gathered together not too far ahead. She put on a smile and began her trek over to them. Plate in one hand and a half eaten goopy pizza in the other she spoke up once she was just a couple ways from them.

“Hey you lot, we're doing introductions right?” she asked, pushing back whatever nerves she was bustling with, a grin still plastered on her face. Everyone could easily tell the smile was beginning to look like it ached stretching into one that has now reached beyond her eyes and just touched her brows. “My name’s Tista, hope we all can get along well in these coming years, you know with budding friendships and whatnots.” she concluded with a nervous bite to her pizza, she only hoped they didn’t think she was a weirdo.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

_{Location: Team 78 Campsite - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

Chapter #1.94 Hiking & Bacon Topping

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_{Interaction(s): Team 78 - Firebird}

Previously: N/A

A hike.

Perfect just what she needed after the long days she’s already had.

From having to fly in From Ontario to British Columbia just a day before, waking up far later than she should, missing her ferry ride, then having to take one later. Now to fan the flame that's letting off plenty of embers she reached just an hour before the opening ceremony, practically throwing her luggage right outside of the auditorium doors and hastily changing into her uniform in one of the washrooms.

Tista looked as unkept and out of sorts as she felt sitting in the auditorium as the welcoming ceremony went on. Drowning out the speaker's words she got lost in her own head until it was time to be off to the Intake house where she changed into her P.E. wear and meet up with the student advisor for Team Firebird as well as a couple other first years .

‘Now I must admit Firebird’s a pretty cool name’ she thought, giving a mental smile ‘Still don’t want to hike though’ she frowned now shuffling her backpack to a comfortable position.

After some walking, that felt like hours to Tista and listening to Miranda go on about trials, house offers and the overall training program. Not gonna lie, she felt on edge with all of that new information, and just hoped it never showed on her face or through her body language. She knew she wasn’t the best at keeping certain emotions in even when she desperately tried to, but as she continued a couple steps behind the main group she felt as though some of her nerves were drifting away allowing for her to walk the rest of the way to the camping site without much of a hitch.

Upon reaching the area in which they were meant to camp out she found a spot she deemed worthy enough to set up her tent, placing her backpack on the ground she got a tent and got to work.

Half way through fighting to get her tent set up right, she looked up and realized people were starting to socialize and having pizza. So she placed the rod that she had in her hand down and dusted off ready to go try and make conversation as she worked to fix up her own pizza.

“Hope they’ve got bacon, cause pizza ain’t pizza without some bacon.” She spoke out to anyone nearby with a grin on her lips, definitely trying to look approachable.

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Tista Maria Ceeper _________________________________________________________ July23rd,2004 | Age 19 | Black-Canadian _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Unlabeled _________________________________________________________ Toronto | Ontario | Canada ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Petite ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Black ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Dark Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-4" ◼ W E I G H T || 126 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Black - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Tista has a couple of motivations, but her main motivation lies in being able to control her abilities so she doesn’t lose control of herself. Though another major motive of hers would be Tobias, her younger brother. He has been through a lot since a young age and has been an overall quiet and desolate child after losing his mother so long and then his father thereafter. She wants to be able to be the greatest older sister to him as she can be, so she tries to always fill the role of a mother, father and older sister and more times than not goes the extra mile to not cause any trouble so she can set a good example for him. For this reason she often tries to goof around and be somewhat like an older sister to people. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - She wants to learn to manage her powers better so that she doesn’t end up hurting someone by chance or in a fit of anger or just excitement. - Finding her father and getting answers to why he abandoned her and her brother, she doesn’t hate him for it, she’s disappointed he couldn’t lean on her to get through this..After all they lost mom too. - Meeting new people and making lasting friendships so she can brag to Madden (Her bestie) that he isn’t the only friend she has. - Making sure Tobias grows into a happy adult with healthy relationships and people skills. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Theme song:youtube.com/watch?v=xMK8qiFQYK0&ab_ch… - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Born to a Hyper-human father and a ‘normal’ human mother. Tista would be the eldest of two children that Joseph and Mindy Ceeper sired. Over the next few years after Tista’s birth and her brothers they all lived a relatively quiet and comfortable life within the downtown Toronto area in Ontario, Canada. This blissfully sweet time in her life didn't last forever, as tragedy struck whilst she was in her early teenage years. Her mother has passed away in a brutal car accident leaving behind her then 15 year old daughter Tista, her 4 year old son Tobias and husband. Joseph did not take well to the death of his wife, it would be safe to say that Mindy’s death struck him the hardest out of the three. For the coming two years he was wallowing in a depressive slump, that was so bad he was unable to care for Tista and Tobias. This led to Tista having to take up the roles of a father, mother and older sister to Tobias. Despite this the young teenager did not resent her father, all though she too was deeply hurt by the loss of her mother. She simply pitied him for falling so hard from what she supposed was his grace. Before she knew it her father had given them up to his parents for safe keeping before up and seemingly disappearing off of the face of the planet. Things were better now, or as better as it can be after feeling as though your father has abandoned you. Her grandparents were good people that took great care of both her and her younger brother. Since they themselves were Hyper-Human they did not find it strange at all when she manifested her abilities at 17. Tista lived with her abilities unable to fully grasp it for a year, until she accidentally almost squashed her childhood friend Madden while fooling around. This ended up making her very frightened by her abilities. Still she continued to use it. Though only lifting small nonliving objects and refusing to manipulate the gravity of a living organism. After her slight withdrawal from her power usage her grandparents thought it better to get in contact with H.E.L.P to enroll her in P.R.C.U so she could be around a lot more Hyper-Human youth as well learning how to control her abilities better. ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Tista stands at a proud, ahem… heavy emphasis on the ‘proud’, height of 5 '4. Her build would best be described as petite and feminine, with light curves and overall well balanced out proportions. An array of long braided locs of black hair fell to just about past her hips, which she kept well maintained with the ends being curled in a loose spiral. Thick reading glasses framed her dark brown eyes that seemed to shimmer with a hint of mischief at all times. Her brown skin almost always seemed to have a lovely sheen to it that made it almost seem as though she glistened under the sunlight at times (and no, not like the twilight vampires). When not in uniform she is often seen wearing blouses, dresses, skirts, shorts or a cute sweater and jogger set. Colours ranging in pastel pinks, blues, greens and purples. Her clothing choices are usually accompanied by either heels, sandals or boots and a scent of vanilla coco perfume following in her wake. The only jewellery she’d be seen wearing is silver ball earrings. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||G R A V I T O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||FUNDAMENTAL Tista’s ability relies on her use of HZE released from pours on her palms to manipulate the gravity of non-living objects and living beings. It allows for her to be able to remove the gravity of things making it as though they are within an area that has zero gravity, where there is no up or down, they simply float. She can also manipulate it to make the gravity of whatever she's focused on seem even more dense. Making them feel heavier than what is normal on the Earth's gravity. With enough focus she can also allow herself to levitate a few feet off the ground, though she is incapable of moving backwards or forwards. She simply floats above ground about 2 feet. L I M I T A T I O N S ||TOUCH, MASS, TIME Tista can only ever manipulate the gravity of an object/person that she has touched, otherwise it would look like a sad attempt of trying to move an object with your mind and failing miserably. The reason being that she has to have let some of the HZE ions that expel from her palms to come in contact with the surface of the thing she desires to make float or compress. Just because she can distort the gravity of objects/people doesn't mean it can’t weigh down on her, she simply cannot (for now) hold up objects that are above her weight, its near impossible for her as anything she lifts gets added to her own gravity mass, this leads into how long she can manage to hold up objects/people. 5 minutes is the current amount of time she can hold something that is 50 lbs. and above before she has to drop the object as it weighs down on her too much. Which would end up having her get nauseous and face planting straight to the ground in a very ungraceful manner. W E A K N E S S E S ||FEAR OF 'THE BIG SQUASH', RESTRICTED HANDS Despite how upbeat, outgoing and positive Tista is about her ability and using it. She by no means doubts that she can cause a lot of damage. Her biggest fear and weakness that hinders her growth is the thought that she may end up losing control of the amount of gravity she places or removes on someone resulting in them either being squashed to death by the force or floating up, up, up and away without her being able to control bringing them back down safely. Her second biggest weakness has to do more with actually being able to use her ability, if her hands are restricted or bound in anyway, even if she has touched the object/person she wants to manipulate the gravity of. She would be unable to, that's why she usually strays away from hand holding or hugging. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Tista stared at the interviewer, lips pursed, eyes looking up and a finger tapping under her chin. “Oooh, oh, give me a minute!” she spoke up, dragging out her Oh’s. Mrs. Shutter, the older woman interviewing her, gives her a look, clearly feeling rather impatient at the girls' need to continuously pause before answering her questions. “Okay, okay!” Burgundy brown eyes finally stare down at Mrs. Shutter. “Definitely my grandparents’ kitty Hubert– Like I find it so funny how he can even get in my room when I close my door shut tight!” She laughs out as if she’s reliving a night with Hubert (the cat) sneaking into her room to meow like crazy and sit on her face.

Settling down she crosses her hands in her lap before speaking again. “Other than Hubert, it would be my younger brother Tobias.” she leans back in her seat, a frown setting on her lips. “He has night terrors every now and again about the same thing so he often comes to me so that he can sleep in my room.” she sighs. “But take it from me, wish he’d just move his bed in my room. That boy sleeps horrible.” she mutters.

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“Well that's quite the question, hmm let me think.” she pauses, simply looking to the side filtering through what would be the best response for this situation. “I’d simply ask them what they needed help with, and if it were in my capabilities I’d gladly help!” she waved one hand dismissively as she continued. “Buuut, if they gave me any weird vibes I’d run straight for the hills!” she nodded along, as though agreeing with her own words. “You never know these days with people.” her eyes narrow in on Mrs. Shutter. “Especially with the fact that I’m a Hyper-human.”

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“I’d without a doubt follow the rules!” she vehemently said. “My motto is ‘Mind your own business, play it safe and don't cause trouble’. It's a lot easier to abide by when you say it over and over again.” she cracked an awkward smile. “I’m also not inherently inclined to wanting to find out what exactly caused the alarm to go off, sure I’ve got abilities but I don’t know the full potential.” she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’d probably cause more harm than any good anyway.'' She trails off with furrowed brows and a downcast look.

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Okie dokie, COMPLETED and SUBMITTED. Please inform me if something looks wonky or misspelt, I did this fixing up bit on a tired brain and empty stomach. Goodnight. :)

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▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Born to a Hyper-human father and a ‘normal’ human mother. Tista would be the eldest of two children that Joseph and Mindy Ceeper sired. Over the next few years after Tista’s birth and her brothers they all lived a relatively quiet and comfortable life within the downtown Toronto area in Ontario, Canada. This blissfully sweet time in her life didn't last forever, as tragedy struck whilst she was in her early teenage years. Her mother has passed away in a brutal car accident leaving behind her then 15 year old daughter Tista, her 4 year old son Tobias and husband. Joseph did not take well to the death of his wife, it would be safe to say that Mindy’s death struck him the hardest out of the three. For the coming two years he was wallowing in a depressive slump, that was so bad he was unable to care for Tista and Tobias. This led to Tista having to take up the roles of a father, mother and older sister to Tobias. Despite this the young teenager did not resent her father, all though she too was deeply hurt by the loss of her mother. She simply pitied him for falling so hard from what she supposed was his grace. Before she knew it her father had given them up to his parents for safe keeping before up and seemingly disappearing off of the face of the planet. Things were better now, or as better as it can be after feeling as though your father has abandoned you. Her grandparents were good people that took great care of both her and her younger brother. Since they themselves were Hyper-Human they did not find it strange at all when she manifested her abilities at 17. Tista lived with her abilities unable to fully grasp it for a year, until she accidentally almost squashed her childhood friend Madden while fooling around. This ended up making her very frightened by her abilities. Still she continued to use it. Though only lifting small nonliving objects and refusing to manipulate the gravity of a living organism. After her slight withdrawal from her power usage her grandparents thought it better to get in contact with H.E.L.P to enroll her in P.R.C.U so she could be around a lot more Hyper-Human youth as well learning how to control her abilities better. ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Tista stands at a proud, ahem… heavy emphasis on the ‘proud’, height of 5 '4. Her build would best be described as petite and feminine, with light curves and overall well balanced out proportions. An array of long braided locs of black hair fell to just about past her hips, which she kept well maintained with the ends being curled in a loose spiral. Thick reading glasses framed her dark brown eyes that seemed to shimmer with a hint of mischief at all times. Her brown skin almost always seemed to have a lovely sheen to it that made it almost seem as though she glistened under the sunlight at times (and no, not like the twilight vampires). When not in uniform she is often seen wearing blouses, dresses, skirts, shorts or a cute sweater and jogger set. Colours ranging in pastel pinks, blues, greens and purples. Her clothing choices are usually accompanied by either heels, sandals or boots and a scent of vanilla coco perfume following in her wake. The only jewellery she’d be seen wearing is silver ball earrings. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||G R A V I T O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||FUNDAMENTAL Tista’s ability relies on her use of HZE released from pours on her palms to manipulate the gravity of non-living objects and living beings. It allows for her to be able to remove the gravity of things making it as though they are within an area that has zero gravity, where there is no up or down, they simply float. She can also manipulate it to make the gravity of whatever she's focused on seem even more dense. Making them feel heavier than what is normal on the Earth's gravity. With enough focus she can also allow herself to levitate a few feet off the ground, though she is incapable of moving backwards or forwards. She simply floats above ground about 2 feet. L I M I T A T I O N S ||TOUCH, MASS, TIME Tista can only ever manipulate the gravity of an object/person that she has touched, otherwise it would look like a sad attempt of trying to move an object with your mind and failing miserably. The reason being that she has to have let some of the HZE ions that expel from her palms to come in contact with the surface of the thing she desires to make float or compress. Just because she can distort the gravity of objects/people doesn't mean it can’t weigh down on her, she simply cannot (for now) hold up objects that are above her weight, its near impossible for her as anything she lifts gets added to her own gravity mass, this leads into how long she can manage to hold up objects/people. 5 minutes is the current amount of time she can hold something that is 50 lbs. and above before she has to drop the object as it weighs down on her too much. Which would end up having her get nauseous and face planting straight to the ground in a very ungraceful manner. W E A K N E S S E S ||FEAR OF 'THE BIG SQUASH', RESTRICTED HANDS Despite how upbeat, outgoing and positive Tista is about her ability and using it. She by no means doubts that she can cause a lot of damage. Her biggest fear and weakness that hinders her growth is the thought that she may end up losing control of the amount of gravity she places or removes on someone resulting in them either being squashed to death by the force or floating up, up, up and away without her being able to control bringing them back down safely. Her second biggest weakness has to do more with actually being able to use her ability, if her hands are restricted or bound in anyway, even if she has touched the object/person she wants to manipulate the gravity of. She would be unable to, that's why she usually strays away from hand holding or hugging. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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_{Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?}

Tista stared at the interviewer, lips pursed, eyes looking up and a finger tapping under her chin. “Oooh, oh, give me a minute!” she spoke up, dragging out her Oh’s. Mrs. Shutter, the older woman interviewing her, gives her a look, clearly feeling rather impatient at the girls' need to continuously pause before answering her questions. “Okay, okay!” Burgundy brown eyes finally stare down at Mrs. Shutter. “Definitely my grandparents’ kitty Hubert– Like I find it so funny how he can even get in my room when I close my door shut tight!” She laughs out as if she’s reliving a night with Hubert (the cat) sneaking into her room to meow like crazy and sit on her face.

Settling down she crosses her hands in her lap before speaking again. “Other than Hubert, it would be my younger brother Tobias.” she leans back in her seat, a frown setting on her lips. “He has night terrors every now and again about the same thing so he often comes to me so that he can sleep in my room.” she sighs. “But take it from me, wish he’d just move his bed in my room. That boy sleeps horrible.” she mutters.

_{A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?}

“Well that's quite the question, hmm let me think.” she pauses, simply looking to the side filtering through what would be the best response for this situation. “I’d simply ask them what they needed help with, and if it were in my capabilities I’d gladly help!” she waved one hand dismissively as she continued. “Buuut, if they gave me any weird vibes I’d run straight for the hills!” she nodded along, as though agreeing with her own words. “You never know these days with people.” her eyes narrow in on Mrs. Shutter. “Especially with the fact that I’m a Hyper-human.”

_{A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?}

“I’d without a doubt follow the rules!” she vehemently said. “My motto is ‘Mind your own business, play it safe and don't cause trouble’. It's a lot easier to abide by when you say it over and over again.” she cracked an awkward smile. “I’m also not inherently inclined to wanting to find out what exactly caused the alarm to go off, sure I’ve got abilities but I don’t know the full potential.” she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’d probably cause more harm than any good anyway.'' She trails off with furrowed brows and a downcast look.

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Ontario gang gang *dance dance*

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Hey, he's the one who decided to try his luck at Blackjack and lost to the dealer.

@Kuro

Guess he simply just got dealt some crappy cards. Rip.