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Is this still open? Would I be able to join?

The man spoke but all that Vivian could hear was an esoteric dead language. She was schooled, but not in linguistics, most times she could barely speak English passably enough to communicate. Regardless she concluded her examination and stood over his prone form, light fading from her finger as she tucked her short hair behind her ears on both sides. She breathed lightly, so as to not disturb him in his weakened state, for he really did need the rest. Then again, so did she. How many hours had she been on her feet now? Sure she could drink in some sunlight and keep on trucking for a while, but she still felt as if she'd benefit from sleep so much more. She jumped a bit as he spoke to her, bringing a warm smile and a flush of blood to her face. "Uh -- I'm sorry, sir. I'm no angel. J-just a gal." She picked at her nails out of nervous habit, before walking over to the supplies and administering a shot of painkillers and something to help fight off infection, bolster his immune system. She sat beside the bed, unaware of the other presence in the room and smiled again. She had some time to sit for a spell. "So, sir. How did you get banged up so bad? Can you speak? We get some bad injuries in here, but you seem to be a different case."

> Wow, we got a lot of new people. > > Also, I need to be a science nerd. Firing a bolt of plasma would most likely instantly kill the person firing. The heat radiated outwards by plasma is sufficient to pretty much kill all human life within 4 meters or so instantly. > > Using photokinesis could not create hard-light, as photons only take on the properties of a particle while interacting with a Big Particle, before which they are a wave. The photon does not move, it simply grows outwards, creating more photons when it touches a Big Particle, with a lowered energy value. Hard-light constructs are impossible, and make no sense. > > Science nerd mode deactivated..... Oh yes I know the properties of photons and that. True as that may be, the ability to manipulate photons in itself is impossible, so the whole situation requires a fair bit of suspension of disbelief. With things like controlling and building technological constructs with one's mind and imbuing arrows with kinetic energy, altering their velocity and vector, and other such things, it isn't that far of a stretch. So why not, I say. Nice to see another science enthusiast though!

The clean, sterile environment of the medical bay was still unfamiliar to Vivian. Men and women groaning in stretchers, screaming and crying, covered in gauze and limbs suspended in casts and slings. It was almost too much for her to bear. As she slipped from bed to bed, stopping occasionally to check on a patient, she could only feel sorrow and pity. She pointed a finger at an unconscious patient's eye, holding his head steady with the other hand. A beam of white light emitted from her fingertip and after a quick pass over the subject's eyes to check for dilation, she moved on to the next patient. A very well-built man, this patient. Burns, disorientation and general auditory unresponsiveness were what she discerned as she called out, "Sir? Sir, are you a new patient?" She refrained from touching him directly, not one to disturb a patient who was in what looked like a pain med-induced stupor. She twisted her mouth into a grimace as she watched him stroke the air, as if there were something there. A coping mechanism? Memories of an old pet? It made her heart wrench to see someone in such a state. She set about doing as best a physical examination as she could, taking extra care around injuries and shining her light where she could. She debated transferring his wounds to alleviate some of the pain, but in her current tired state, it would only make things worse with how short-staffed they were.

Oh sure, great. Go ahead and I'll follow your lead.

Now that I'm accepted I have no idea how to start up. Picking through wreckage for supplies? Treating troops? Would that be relevant to the current situation?

**Name: **Vivian 'Viv' Goodman **Alias: **Martyr **Age: **24 **Gender: **Female **Alignment: **Freedom Fighters **Skills: **Has no combat training. Trained in first aid and triage care. Skilled long distance runner. Something of a detective. **Powers: **Photokinesis, Wound Transferral and Regeneration. _Photokinesis_ - The manipulation and utilization of the particles that make up visible light, photons, for use in various situations. Uses vary from changing an objects colour, changing an object or area's refractive index to allow for invisibility, lighting up dark places, blinding enemies and may later develop into faster travel, concentration of light into a focal point AKA lasers and eventually the ability to project hard-light constructs. _Wound Transferral_ - The ability to take the wounds of other beings and transfer them to herself, thereby taking on their injuries to better heal them. Can be extremely dangerous if a fatal wound is taken on all at once. _Regeneration_ - Can heal from more severe wounds faster than the average person. Still just as susceptible to violence as any other person. Relies on how much ambient light she has absorbed, in the sun or bright lights she heals faster. **Equipment: **First Aid Kit, Magnifying Glass, Telescope, Rope, Rations, Blanket **Personality: **Initially quiet and reticent, Vivian is a stranger to the fields of battle and war. She deplores violence in all forms, but understands that self-defence is necessary sometimes, especially now. Not extremely talkative, she would rather listen to what her companions have to say. She is usually one to take the diplomatic route to an obstacle, resolving issues with words and gifts rather than blood and thunder. She rarely speaks openly, and only opens her mouth when she deems it necessary. This has lead to her being a bit of a pushover, but when push comes to shove she can be strong, if only for a while. **History:** Vivian was your average woman, learning to become a doctor, or a paramedic. Or a nurse. Its been so long that she can't even remember. She lived in an average neighbourhood on the Emerald Coast and had average friends and family. As far as she was concerned, life was perfect. Perfect being perfectly average. She didn't even know what a metahuman was besides the shouting crowds on TV and the terrorist attacks on Helios facilities. She just tried to distance herself from it. She never imagined that she'd be thrown into the thick of it, just because she shines a bit brighter than most. When her powers manifested, she was quickly scooped up and away from all that she knew. Her little world shattered, she lived in isolation within the confines of Helios' facilities and experienced first-hand what she had only heard about before from news broadcasts. The injustice and mistreatment ignited a fire in her heart that could not be extinguished and when her facility was broken into by Freedom Fighters, she was eager to enlist. She is still convinced that there is a solution to this whole issue that doesn't involve senseless violence and loss, so she fights for that. Not with weapons, but words. **Appearance:** A girl of lean build, standing at around 5'2", Vivian is by no means a giant. Her skin is the colour of ground cocoa, and her eyes shine with the piercing, icy blues of the tundra. Her hair is black, cut short into something of a pixie cut. She is fond of smiling, with soft lips riddled with tiny cuts and nicks and a button nose that looks like it has been broken before, as it twists slightly. She usually dresses in practical outfits consisting of cargo pants, long-sleeved shirts, heavy jackets and tough work boots all in various greys and browns. **Other: **Does not sleep at all, when fully charged by the light, but sometimes does need to lay her head down. Viva La Revolution.