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Kayla

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"Ooooooh, how about we skip the intimidation and just wipe them out? After all; the only good enemy is a dead one."

"I've heard about how to kill a vamp, but I've never really... done it. I can't guarantee I can do anything but act as a decoy, but I'm not sure I can stake a vamp if I have to."

Kayla immediately reeled at the statements, and her hand came up to her face in exasperation. She was going to drown someone later, she knew it. She understood the risks of inviting a bunch of estrogen crazed egomaniac (and Herik) to battle in her name, but she didn't expect anyone in the group to jump to murder. She doubted any of these women had actually killed anyone in their lives, and she double doubted that anyone here understood the affects that had on one's psyche.

Kayla knew what it was like to be unmade. She knew what it was like to have a monster inside of you, lurking in the shadows, waiting for a chance to escape and destroy everything you held dear. She had a bit of a ledger, after all. She imagined briefly imagined what it would be like if the others did too. She imagined that they knew the name of every person the they had ever hurt or worse, intentionally or no; she could see them lying in bed at night, reciting that list from memory, like a prayer. If they could, she imagined they would want to meet with every victim's family like her, to explain, to apologize, to beg for forgiveness that they would never really be able to accept, because she hadn't been able to forgive herself. At least- not in full. Claudette used her abilities in that moment to silence everyone, much to Kayla's eternal gratitude. Breaking her silence, she nodded to the elder witch in silent thanks, and then addressed everyone's concerns.

"Let me be extremely clear," Kayla said, her voice like a razor blade- but not directed at either of the two people who had insinuated murder. It was to the general group. "We are not going to be killing anyone. I still plan on selling to these idiots. We're breaking bones and blowing homes- I'm not looking for murder charges. If I find out one of you cant keep a lid on it and kills someone... and that trails back to me, then I'll kill you myself."

The pupils of Kayla's eyes seemed to glow unnaturally, like molten metal, but her hardened expression did not change. There was no humor or wolfish grin tacked onto her face to mask the thinly masked threat- because it was just that. She massaged the bridge of her nose and blinked, and just like that the hellfire in her eyes had died away as if it had never been there at all. She began addressing each individual who had spoken.

"Let me just say, for the record, I think both of these are bad ideas... I'm going to tag along anyhow to make sure that this doesn't, y' know, go wrong."

"Then don't come." Kayla said evenly. "I want you there, but if you aren't going to help, then don't show up. The less witnesses, the better."

Kayla turned away from Madison, allowing the resounding statement of 'stay out of the way then' sink in. She paid no mind to any response- it was nut up or shut up, and Madison's two cents mattered like a fart in the wind if she wasn't going to do the former.

”If you really need me, I can tag along, but it sounds like you have a lot of volunteers already, Kayla.”

"Every able bodied person is invited. If you can swing a bat, you're in if you think you can keep yourself from getting turned into a smear on the floor. If you get hurt, hurt 'em back. If you get killed, walk it off."

"So you got a plan of attack, or are we just going there looking tough?"

"This is mostly intimidation." Kayla stated, crossing her arms. "We're going to show up and see the group of lowlife thugs. I'm going to beat the macaroni and shit out of their ringleader. They are either going to back down, or they're going to come at me. Your jobs are to pick a dance partner and keep them away from me, and to beat the shit out of your chosen dance partner. I don't care how you do it."

""This one is going to have to go, unless you guys think if a Chimera is too much... Hey, I'm here for a good time, not a long time, let's go fuck up some vampires."

"Everyone here has been to grade school, headass." Kayla said, motioning to the entire table dismissively. "Your greek mythology, Walmart brand Percy Jackson and the Olympians summoner ass isn't surprising anyone. Use whichever works, but if you cant keep them on a leash, then I'm going to put it down before it kills someone. Or kills someone a second time."

“So when are we doing this? Today? The sooner the better, if you ask me.”

"Today." Kayla stated. "I deal to them today every week. Meet me in South Tampa in a place called Greenwood in two hours. It's a mobile home neighborhood. Park a few minutes walk away. Bring a bandana or a mask if you have one." Kayla instructed. She turned to her dog and made a low whistle, and Oleander was up and off the table and by her side in an instant.

"I'm going to go home and make my preparations. If you have any questions, text me. Or text someone who has my number. Cheers." Kayla stated, and with that she was out the door.

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So what powers/abilities/attributes to vampires have in this universe?

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Okay I have a question for the Adept players and this probably going to be a tough one: I want to rework the Adepts like completely to make them stand out from the other types (and because I kinda think their description is a bit of a clusterfuck atm). Basically they'll have the potential to use all possible abilities within their category but will be limited to a list of "spells" that they have to learn first. It might require a little bit of rewriting some power descriptions, but if you guys are cool with things atm I'll leave it alone.

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Kayla

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Oleander did his best to... appreciate Izzy's attention without necessarily trying to encourage it further. Yes, of course he enjoyed the treats, and affection- but he had an image to maintain damn it! And Kayla's image too, who simply peered down over the edge of the table when Izzy said her name, and little more. The enormous Herik's appearance was a welcome one, as it removed the distraction- but the empty Tupperware bowl smelt good...

At that moment Emily spoke and despite her entertaining display with Elise, it was obviously in quite a bad mood. Kayla knew it wasn't directed at her because of anything she had done, rather the antics of the rest of the coven and the frustrations they created. Kayla was... equally less than enthused. Agatha mouthed on, did her typical grandstanding. Something something dead people. Something something mutilation. Kayla had enough. "I think," she began as soon as Agatha gave opportunity to speak. "... That this is a great way to get arrested doing something incredibly stupid."

Not too many would so openly defy the leadership as her, but it seemed as though Madison had similar thoughts and further supported Kayla's claim. Kayla sighed, and stood up. "Listen, thousands of people die every day. Some in really horrible ways. This sounds like some Florida serial killer who uses piranha solution as his calling card. We don't even know if this is supernaturally related."

Kayla crossed her arms, and her left came up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Ladies and Herik, use your abilities to keep you sake. Herik- use your..." She motioned to the man's entire body and his enormous stature. It was obvious he had very little to fear from most other men. She shook her head, deciding to move on to what she came here for. She looked away from Herik to the rest of the group and leaned against the table. "I need some muscle." she stated, her voice firm even if her tone was easy.

"I sold to some hicks in a trailer park about twenty minutes north of here. I may or may not have mixed their weed with oregano and actual dog shit since they gave me fake bills last time. They're pissed, and some goon broke into my home the other day." She explained, then her head snapped down to her dog. "Oleander, up."

The dog was instantly at attention, and leapt onto the pool table. "Down." Kayla followed, prompting the dog to lay down at an easy eye level. With gentle hands, Kayla leaned over and spread the fur on the dog's neck to show a large, ugly bruise that was only just now beginning to heal. "They sent some goon after me, and Oleander stopped him before he made it far past the door when he broke in."

Kayla released the dogs hair, but did not command him down in case any of the others wanted to see for themselves. A rare opportunity for Kayla to so openly allow others to give her dog such unadulterated attention. "I want to teach these rednecks a lesson. We're aiming for hospital visits and chronic pain that doesn't go away. Not paperwork and police chases. They sent a motherfucker after me. The goal is to make sure that doesn't happen again."

Kayla placed both hands on the table and leaned against it. She scanned the people around her with laser focused intent, and finally the edge of her lip quirked up. "You all help me, and I'll see what I can do about freshening this place up a bit. It could use it." she said her eyes flashing over to the destroyed slot machines.

Time to... set the hook.

"And one last thing... They're vampires."

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Kayla

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"Oleander, heel."

The Siberian Husky, obedient as ever, stopped a few paces from the alleyway entrance of the casino. The dog turned back to his mistress, a tilt to his head as if to convey his curiosity. Oleander took direction from few people, and being issued a command with such sudden conviction was... unbecoming of his mistress' normal demeanor. He waited for her to catch up with him. Kayla knelt down by the dog, and ran a hand through his fur. Oleander leaned into her touch, ever appreciative of the attention. There were stories upon stories about dogs being heroes. It was why he had taken this form.

A Golden Retriever pulls a baby from a burning house. A German Shepard taking a bullet for their handler. A Labrador calling neighbors when their owner has fallen and cant get up. A Dachshund standing up to bear to defend their home. Stories that were essentially modern legends singing of their feats of loyalty or sacrifice- Hachikō waited for his master for years at the train station. Balto transported the Diphtheria antitoxin six hundred miles through sleet and hail and snow to Nome. It was for this reason what he had assumed this state. A Familiar's job, their whole purpose, was to protect their masters. What better than man's best friend?

Some of his kin followed different philosophies than he did. He understood their choice, sometimes. Depending on their master's place in this world it would be appropriate to assume the form of a bear, or a lion, or something more... exotic. However, these creatures elicited fear in the societies they ventured into. They were met with resistance, and what good was strength if one could not apply it? Similarly, some preferred to be nimble, and oversee from above. Birds of all shapes and sizes, bats, insects... He could understand this philosophy as well. Being small made one hard to spot, and the power of flight? Being able to see for miles was a powerful warning system. As with the mighty beasts, though, it had its drawbacks. Namely the distance they had to maintain to play to such strengths. What good was an early warning if none were there to hear it?

Being a dog was an easy middle ground, Oleander felt. His methods and mentality were tried and true. His experience had lent itself to his shape, for there was no better state than a dog. People didn't question his appearance indoors or outdoors, or the fact that he followed his master wherever she went. That's just what dogs did. They were walked, and run regularly. They were loyal to their keepers and guardians of the hearth. All things considered, they were the familiars of the mundane world. It was a no brainer- the mundane world was the world they were trying to blend into, after all. There were some caveats though. He was a fairly sizable dog, so in some places it was more difficult to hide. There was no perfect solution to that without their disadvantages. There were also many places that did not allow mundane familiars- or 'pets' as they called them. Schools, some restaurants, etc... and while he and his mistress had not exactly been the most considerate of these rules in the past, perhaps she was wishing to be more respectful of a potential 'No food, drink, or pets' ruling that she had seen and he hadn't?

"Give it a few minutes, bud." she instructed, leaning against the wall and taking a cigarette out of her jacket. She was bewitching, like fire standing tall in dark jeans and a maroon leather jacket. She snapped her fingers, and a small jet of flames erupted out from the place where her index finger met her thumb. She lit the cigarette and took a long drag. She could hear the jostling and the banging of people and things inside and a part of her sighed at her party's antics. Kayla detested the infighting, and the group's inability to not shit where they slept for lack of better wording. She didn't take to it, or deal with it at all really. Sure, she was loud and proud and enjoyed being herself (even if she be'd herself all over everyone else)... but she'd do that outside. She kept the paranormal abilities outside, where she wasn't at risk of breaking something she actually liked.

There was an inkling of a flash that peeked out from the bottom of the door, and without missing a beat Kayla snuffed the cigarette out on the wall of the building. "Come, Ollie." she said gently, stepping up the two or three stairs and opening the door for her dog.

The casino was of course, trashed. Agatha looked flustered as she always did- her definition of leadership being more along the lines of 'get everyone's attention and hope they listen'. Unfortunately her most defining personality trait was tall (albeit, she wasn't the only one who suffered from such a affliction) and she had yet to learn the difference between hearing and listening. Kayla herself was guilty of being unable to or unwilling to listen to the younger woman. It wasn't for lack of trying, she was known for her bullheaded stubbornness after all, but she just never found the poor woman saying anything that really worth hearing or committing to memory. That wasn't her fault, though. At least, not entirely.

Stupid, or Sin as she insisted she be referred to and never would be (at least by her), couldn't keep a lid on it or control her familiars per the usual. She seemed upset at something, but Kayla wasn't particularly interested in trying to be the woman's therapist. Emily was screaming a moment ago and collecting herself now- acting only exasperated, probably at something that Babylon did. Madison looked absolutely ready to give up and go home. Claudette was collected, thank fucking Christ... Maya and Izzy were... distracted it seemed. No surprise there that Agatha's call had fallen on half deaf ears. Elise was talking shit to Emily- which was sure to get things interesting again. Riley was oblivious.

Business as usual.

Kayla wordlessly moved from the door to the poker table just as Claudette probed Agatha for whatever she wanted to say. Internally Kayla cringed at the concept of 'the boss' being told to lead, but she kept her passive expression because frankly, nobody asked her and she didn't feel like bringing any more bullshit to the table. Enough was being brought already by the rest of the suicide squad that was bumbling to the beat of their own drums. She pinched the bridge of her nose, and the only thing that reigned her internal strife in was Oleander who had padded along with her and had placed himself under her off hand in what likely a bid for attention as much as it was an effort to comfort her. She was, as always, infinitely grateful for her dog.

"I have actual business, today." she said, her voice carrying an edge of finality and command in her tone. This statement would undoubtedly catch some of their attention. Or at least, the attention of those that actually mattered. Kayla didn't often have business that she didn't handle herself, and when she invited The Coven into her ledger, interesting events always followed. She rested her elbow on the table and leaned into the arm that wasn't scratching Oleander behind the ear. She was uncharacteristically quiet for her usual self, and her bored expression held inklings of the just barely hidden frustration that simmered just beneath the surface. "So lets all cooperate and get the pleasantries out of the way quickly. For once. Please."

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Herik H. Cletis

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"Hugs and a smile make everything better."

34 | 6'6 | Scandinavian-American | He/Him | 260lbs

[Compassionate]

APPEARANCE

"Dressed up as Thor for Halloween every year."

Herik has a healthy tan from his days spent in the sun as a life guard at the beach. His eyes are light blue, his lashes blonde, his eyebrows dark, and he has a full beard and mustache he keeps semi-neat. He's bigger than most people, his muscles are bulky, his chest is large and defined (his mother used to tease him about them being big enough to wear a bra), his thighs and calves are thick and hairy. His hair is blond, long passed his shoulders, darker at the roots and lighter towards the ends. The sun lightens his hair giving it natural highlights. For work he keeps it in a bun, so it's not in his face when he's saving lives, for formal occasions he braids it in a ponytail, and for day-to-day he keeps it down.

Herik's six-six and is fully aware that he's the biggest guy in the room and does his best not to intimidate and throw his weight around if he can help it. He always has a bright smile on his face and a laid-back aura. He likes when people are comfortable around him. Scaring folk ain't his jam. He wears a size 16 shoe, but prefers to be bare foot if he can. His style consists of short sleeve t-shirts or no shirt, fitness shorts in various colors and lengths, and brown thong sandals if he has to wear shoes. On his left arm is a full sleeve, gray scale, realistic lion tattoo with two large roses.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Happy as can be."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To magically get his mother out of her coma.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Herik joined for two reasons: to get help to learn magic, so he can get his mother out of her coma; and to make friends, because he's lonely.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ No matter how bad life gets there's someone out there living worse.

SECRETS ⫻ No secrets. Guy's an open book. Ask him anything and he'll answer honestly. His mother on the other hand is Awakened with telekinetic ability. She never told him or used her power in his eye sight. It's easy to grab something from across the room when he has a narrow focus on something else.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Straight maybe? He's never given it much thought. He's only dated girls, but his relationship never last and he's not sure why.

FEARS ⫻ His mother dying and living in a world without her.

REPUTATION ⫻ In Tampa he's a popular life guard women flock to, because they want his attention and never get it. In the Coven he's the dumb gentle giant that never gets angry and wears his heart on his sleeve.

FLAWS ⫻ Herik is loyal to a fault. If you get in good with him he's got your back forever, even if you lie, cheat, steal, or do anything abhorrent. The only thing that trumps his loyalties is his mother. He'd have to think long and hard on what he wants to do if anything like that ever happens. He's dumb, like C and D student in school, but not for lack of trying. He doesn't understand anything more complicated than the fifth grade math. The simpler the concept the easier it is for him to understand. He follows orders well. Tell him to do something and he'll do it with minimum fuss if it doesn't go against his morals too much. Gullible. He'll believe anything that makes sense to him. Got a sob story, but it's complete bullshit? He'll believe, especially if you're good at selling it.

BACKSTORY

"Just a guy and his mom living in the world."

Herik came to America from Norway when he was four years old. He doesn't remember much of his life before he and his mother moved, but he gets an impression something bad happened and they had to go. Whenever he asked his mother about it, she said there were better opportunities in Orlando than in Mo i Rana. If he asked about his father she got really quiet, her face so tense her smile was stiff, and it didn't fit right on her face. He hasn't asked in over twenty years. By the time he was fourteen he was six feet tall, strong, and still growing. His mother enrolled him in wrestling, so he could learn to control his strength. There were times when he would lean on her or hug her too tight. She was five-nine and bruised easily. Her bulky son could leave bruises if he wasn't careful. Herik didn't understand what his mother meant by controlling his strength, until he was sixteen and punched a guy hard enough to break his jaw. He only meant to back him off his girlfriend after he groped her, not send the guy to the hospital and have his jaw wired shut. After that, he made it a point not to be rough with anyone that didn't look like they could handle it and tried his best to make everyone comfortable around him. He didn't succeed no matter how hard he tried. It got around at school what he did, never mind the way, but people became afraid of him. His girlfriend dumped him, his coach kicked him off the team, and his best friend moved across the country (it was a coincidence, but it still hurt). Herik tried to accommodate anyone that approached him. He's always been good at reading people's emotions and adjusting to that person's needs, whether it's keeping his distance, being a shoulder to cry on, or someone to listen. More so keeping his distance, until he graduated high school and got his life guard certifications. Afterwards he made more friends, but they were the fair weather types.

His mother was the kindest and happiest person he's ever met and he aspired to be like her. Whenever he had a bad day, she'd tell him to think about how much worse it could be, gave him a hug, and told him to smile, because it wasn't that bad. So he learned to smile through his problems, but there were times when he couldn't do it. Like when his mother got into a car accident and slipped into a coma when he was thirty years old. He cried alone at her bedside, holding her tiny and weathered hand, because there was nothing else he could do. He did a lot of research on her condition, but he only understood the simple explanations. According to Herik she's in a deep sleep and nothing will wake her up. So he decided he'd wake her up himself. He looked into unconventional healing methods and went to the doctors with new research at least once a week. The problem was that all his "research" was from reddit and facebook pages written by people selling bullshit for a quick buck. He found sites with people talking about magic medicine that descended into just magic. His obsession with magic ran deep, because there had to be a way for his mother to wake up. Many of the techniques he found and paid for people to perform didn't work. He figured maybe it was something he could do himself, so he looked into novice magicians with the hopes someone could teach him something. The Coven was a page he recently discovered and frequented the most. In the pursuit of learning a new skill and making new friends he wanted to meet them. When he was asked about his magic ability, he said he's good at sensing emotions. Poor guy doesn't know that he's just empathetic and emotionally intelligent.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"If it's strength what more could you want?"

EMPATHY ⫻ Herik feels for people and feels with them. His gentle and happy nature is enough for people to speak about what's bothering them. He tries to help in the simplest way he can, because people make things complicated.

STRENGTH ⫻ He can easily lift 300lbs and his punches can break bones and bruise. He doesn't make a habit of getting into fights, since he knows he can do serious damage.

Athletic ⫻ Herik works out four days a week. It takes a lot to get him tired. He's no marathon athlete, but he could keep up for four miles, before he has to tap out. Weightlifting is favorite thing to do. Some much so he has weights in his apartment, so he can work on his arms at home.

CPR ⫻ Has to be good at for his job.

SWIMMING ⫻ He's a strong swimmer. If it's not a storm, he can swim through rough waves.

ABSTRACTION

"The most normal dude here."

TYPE ⫻ One-Eye-Open
ABSTRACTION ⫻ He'd been exposed to his mother's telekinetic ability for almost thirty years, before she went into a coma.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ He can see Extra-Normal abilities in action. He's always written this off as normal and never understood it wasn't normal, because for as long as he could remember he's always had this sight. The way he understands it is, some people have it and some people don't.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"Hope today is better than yesterday, and tomorrow is better than today."

Real powers are always possible.

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Kayla

K A Y L A F O S T E R

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"Not ALL of my ideas are ‘ass and a half’ as you so eloquently put it."

[ 22 | 5'8 | Caucasian-American | she/her | 138lbs ]

[Raw]

APPEARANCE

"Mom and dad did right by me, I guess."

Kayla is a rough and tumble-looking girl, with an athletic body and well-developed musculature from her constant traveling and many endeavors. She has sometime tanned skin, and freckles which dot her body. She carries herself with somewhat of a devil-may-care attitude- oozing confidence and generally unconcerned with most things- her head high, shoulders back, with a ladylike gait. She has a large variety scars and burns on her body. Her hands, particularly, are covered in light burn scarring, and her favorite and most noticeable scar in her collection is a huge jagged line that runs across her shoulder blades.

Kayla is an attractive woman. She has a somewhat angular face, long and narrowing down to her chin. Her eyes are vaguely almond-shaped and are a grayish blue color like her brother. Her teeth are straight and white, but a few are artificial from her candy eating habits as child. Her hair, as well as her eyebrows, is a dark brown, and is quite long, coming down to the middle of her back when let down. She generally keeps her hair in a neat braid down her back or over her shoulder.

As far as attire goes, Kayla is pretty easy. Her closet primarily comprises of leggings or jeans, sports bras, athletic material like Under Armor or Nike. She likes to wear a maroon jacket most of the time, claiming that the extra pockets give her extra storage and give her a little extra protection from the many things she's dealt with that try to hurt her. She always wears a pair of black combat boots. Most of her clothes are whites, blacks, and reds. She wears jewelry, mostly silver. She wears several silver rings on both hands as well as a leather band with a silver clasp. However the important pieces are two wedding rings- a simple gold band on her right hand and a silver diamond ring on her left. Kayla has well decorated but minimalist sleeves of tattoos depicting runic symbols from various cultures that she has used as reference for various incantations. Her Sigils are hidden among them.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Apparently a lack of consistent parenting has left me with a chip on my shoulder."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Kayla's primary goal is to eek out a way of life that she's happy with. Just like anyone else. Everyone moves to Florida to die. Kayla moved to Florida to live.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Connections. People of similar power provide challenge to grow oneself- and people like her are few and far between. Kayla enjoys friendship, just like anyone else, and a group of people that can at least keep up with her on a good day sounds like a solid time. She isn't in this for money. She isn't in this for power. She isn't in this for revenge or anger or whatever. She's in this for fun, and anyone joining a group of wannabe witches for any other reason than for fun has screws loose.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ "Listen, I'm going to do what I think is right because I think it's right and I don't need another reason. You don't have to agree, and I don't have to care. You're either with me or your not, and if you're not, stay out of the way."

SECRETS ⫻ Kayla, despite her constant assurance that she does in fact know what she's doing and knows it all, does not.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Questioning.

FEARS ⫻ Losing her dog.

REPUTATION ⫻ That's... a difficult one. Kayla is a popular individual, and her seemingly boundless energy has made her an excellent addition to any jobs she has taken up. However, her consistent misbehavior has resulted in more than a few convenience store and gas station bans and slaps on the wrist from the law. Generally harmless, but a documented nuisance.

QUIRKS ⫻ Kayla's insistence in wearing her parent's wedding bands, I suppose. She doesn't tweak out about much else.

FLAWS ⫻ Oh boy we'd be here all week.

BACKSTORY

"My parents died when I was little. It doesn't bother me now."

Making the trip from being a child to being an adult is oftentimes marked by a series of milestones throughout one's life. Kayla has lacked many, and is somewhat emotionally stunted as a result. While far from not functioning in society, Kayla's lack of respect for the world and people around her makes her destructive and to a certain extent disrespectful.

Kayla was raised well, initially. In 2006, Arnold and Elizabeth Foster were murdered on their way home one night by some remnant of work left undone in the past. Her husband, her uncle, Milo Crane, brought six-year-old Kayla into his home after her grieving was over. Kayla is a trouble making, loud, and easily distracted young woman. Since birth Kayla has had an affinity for sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.

Kayla is sarcastic and treats most things like a joke (whether appropriate or not) and maintains a fairly calm demeanor even in stressful situations, ranging to mildly annoyed as her worst most of the time. She's just not one to freak out. Kayla likes to hear herself talk, and if no one is around, she often takes to talking to herself. Kayla is a textbook extrovert and makes fast friends wherever she goes. She tries to keep to herself mostly on personal matters, but somewhat hypocritically she tends to ask about others due to the insatiable curiosity she was born with.

In short, Kayla is brash and leaves a wake wherever she goes. She causes trouble for herself and others with little regard for the long term effects her actions might have. As this setting progresses, Kayla will get a grip on the consequences of her actions and come to the realization that she has a responsibility to do what is right regardless of whether it is the easy or fun choice, and that she can still be responsible while still having high energy and enjoyment of what she does. Kayla will start this story close to a teenager or child, and she will end it as an adult.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"I've been told I'm somewhat of an eclectic mixed bag."

Media ⫻ Kayla is extremely well versed in all forms of media- movies, books, magazines, video games, comics, you name it and she has almost definitely seen it, read it, or played it and will understand the reference. She is also a massive history and sports buff. If you go up against her on trivia night, she is incredibly sorry for the massive ass whooping you are about to receive.

Naturalist ⫻ Years of curiosity has landed her in the wild and in some fairly compromising positions. She's fairly adept as an outdoorswoman. Years of camping, bird watching, hiking, fishing, and generally exploring has made her an excellent survivalist. She is very familiar with most species of animals and plants in all areas of the USA and knows all of the constellations and other celestial objects in the sky.

Shooting ⫻ She and her uncle are regular hunters, and she is a hell of a shot.

Dangerous Book For Boys/Anarchist's Cookbook ⫻ Kayla has... done a lot of really dangerous stuff. I'll let your mind fill in the blanks.

ABSTRACTION

"You know what they say, two's company."

TYPE ⫻ Awakened

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Blazing Soul - Kayla is a spitfire, and when she so does desire she can quite literally spit fire.
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Familial Bond - As a result of her unborn twin's soul existing in her body, Kayla can gain access to her unborn brother's abstraction, granting her a variety of secondary abilities.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Kayla has the ability to use both pyrokinesis and telekinesis in dramatic and disastrous fashion.

Blazing Soul ⫻ Kayla's own abstraction, and the one she has the most direct control over. Simply put, Kayla is capable of pumping out some intense heat. She can produce jets of flame from any limb of orifice, ranging from a light that's just enough to start a cigar to a jet and wall of fire capable of melting steel from thirty feet away. She is completely immune to her own heat. Her clothing not so much.

Telekinesis ⫻ When under duress, Kayla is capable of using telekinesis in sudden, extreme outbursts of energy that usually result in throwing everything (and one) away from her as if struck by a tidal wave. While capable of situational precise use that doesn't require much distraction or movement- such as barricading or reinforcing a door or choke point with a wall of telekinetic energy, or manipulation of force sensitive objects such as living beings, Kayla almost exclusively relegates this ability to area denial and 'get away from me' maneuvers that give her breathing room.

Familial Bond ⫻ Her second ability comes with a secondary ability set. Sometimes, usually when she doesn't even mean to, Kayla shares head space with the soul of her fraternal twin brother Kyle. While Kyle doesn't or cant talk- he is capable of watching the world through her eyes and sometimes notices or sees things that she doesn't. In this state Kayla temporarily gains the situational knowledge of her counterpart- most notably related to firearms, machinery, and other information that should only belong to a person of her own age rather than an entity that died in the womb. She is... unsure of what to make of this.

LIMITS ⫻ Kayla's fire is still hampered by Extra-Normal being's innate resistance to each other, which makes them half as useful against them. She can produce flames but it's tiring for her, so the more fire she produces the more tired she'll be. She has an indefinite range, but the further out Kayla goes the less effective her fire gets. So she could in theory fire out a blast of fire a mile out, but it'd only mildly make someone mildly uncomfortable. Her Familial Bond also is less effective against Extra-Normal beings and she doesn't have complete control over it. It's more of raw force than anything and is completely unconscious. However, the ability has a range of about twenty feet and has a cool down of at least fifteen minutes before she can access it against.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Kayla is immune to her own flames but she's not immune to the side effects. Her fire dries up the area quite a bit and it causes dehydration in her body so she'd have to drink lots of water. She also isn't immune to smoke inhalation, and I doubt her allies are either. The telekinetic aspect of her ability also causes intense headaches and the usual psychic nosebleed.

OTHER

"Good dog."

Oleander was her Uncle Milo's pet Siberian husky. Oleander is extraordinarily well trained- on par with police dogs and other working dogs, making him a force to be reckoned with when he joins her in her excursions. Oleander is also an aberration, having the inability to permanently die. In accordance with being an entity of unknown origin, he also possesses eerie levels of intelligence for an animal.

Recollections: The Coven (Group of wannabe witches cause trouble and find friendship along the way)