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R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

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R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Cameron

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕: 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕖 | 𝟙𝟚𝟘𝟘

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Cam had had better days.

Worse ones, too, mind you. At least she'd gone with avoiding the Peacekeepers this time, which definitely helped. If you ignored the persistent black eye, broken finger, and general pain, she practically felt human. And with her shades on, she could even change things around without it being too obvious - and that always made things more fun. 'Course, the peacekeepers had to go ruining that, too; sure, she could still be freaky, but the real fun was gone from it, especially when she had to keep constantly on guard. At least she'd made herself look old enough to grab a bottle of the cheapest whiskey money could buy. Healthy coping mechanisms; tasted awful, but she wasn't in it for the taste.

Whatever. This place was a dump, she was a mess, and no amount of pretending otherwise would change that.

Not that it meant she couldn't try, of course. The bruising stayed, so the colour changed to cover it up instead, a patch of deep purple on the right half of her face. Distracting enough that people wouldn't constantly bug her with the pitying looks, even if they were replaced with scowls and fears of upsetting the dear old Peacekeepers. "Irritating liability" was so much more fun than "victim", and this place needed all the fun it could get. Even the food was terrible, and the sleep, and the damned curfew. However many things were wrong with her time in the city, she'd had control of her own life and use of her own power. The resistance was almost as bad, but for different reasons.

God, but they were self-righteous about the whole thing.

Cameron had never done well with self-righteous. Yeah, yeah, big goals, important things to do, she was sure it all mattered to someone; but whether that someone had to be her, that was another question. Honestly, you needed to look out for the little guy, and also number one. Mostly number one, really. Numbers two through infinity... well, she wouldn't go out of her way to spite them, but honestly, it wasn't like they'd stick their necks out for you, either. Play the game, nod along, act your part as well as you can. Walk along the back alleys, because that way you wouldn't see anyone that you'd upset the other day.

Though there did tend to be more revolution types around here, they'd at least take the beaten-up look as a positive. Something something, sticking your neck out, standing up, which was overall a great spin on her inability to keep her mouth shut for ten seconds. Ugh. Even when she carried her head high, didn't hide, finally got the chance to mess around with her power without caring who saw...

Everything about this place was no fun.

She made her way towards a makeshift plaza, well, more of a clearing between the run-down buildings than anything. Nothing much interesting here, but now that the Peacekeepers seemed done taking shots at her, she could finally find some kind of entertainment. Lot of movement around this area, and so she took a seat atop a half-crumbled wall, a small smirk on her face as hawk-like eyes looked over the crowd. City or compound, she could always find some joy in people-watching.

Occasionally, when one looked interesting enough, she'd try to meet their gaze; whether they took notice of the strange girl on the wall and her inhuman eyes, that could be their decision.

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Cam

Name: Cameron Clark - whether it's her real name, no-one's particularly sure.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: It depends, really.

When she doesn't have a reason to mess around, she'll generally stick to the appearance held above - not much different than a typical college kid. Her clothes are usually baggy, mostly to facilitate whatever shift she feels necessary without drawing too much attention, but more strikingly than that is the constantly unnerving changes she makes. Really, she just finds it funny to watch the reaction when she looks up with eyes shining red and snakelike, or teeth too sharp to be human. As a tattoo climbs her arm, moving as though it were alive, down to hands with skin gone see-through.

So for the most part, she'll never look quite normal unless it's needed, playing around with her power constantly; as though she sees the whole thing as an entertaining game. Eventually, you get used to it. If she knows you, she'll make herself recognisable - if she likes you, she might even try not to be unnerving, but don't count on it.

Abilities: Shapeshift - put simply, she can change her form however she pleases. Of course, she can't use it to give herself powers, but she can change her size - to some extent, her upper limit being little more than an extra foot of height and bulk, her lower being the size of your average ten-year-old - and isn't necessarily limited to making herself look human. She can't increase her strength or senses beyond those of a regular person either, and of course, it's limited to her own body. Changing what she's wearing is something she'd have to do for herself.

She doesn't find it too difficult to mimic others, but only their appearance. Personality, mannerisms, and other non-physical aspects are things she would actively need to learn.

With an inhibitor, the speed of her ability is highly limited; while she can still change her appearance, to do so completely takes upwards of twenty minutes uninterrupted focus. Not something she'd ever be given time to do, at any rate. For the most part, she's restricted to small, if unnerving, changes when it's in place. Interestingly enough, she doesn't seem to have a "base appearance" in the sense that her ability would force a default. The usual form taken is, it seems, just a choice she's made.

For the most part she sticks to camouflage, scare tactics, and evasion. When it comes to a fight, Cameron is far better off finding a way to escape.

Wounds and injuries will also persist in whatever form they can, though she can cover them up superficially - a broken bone will remain broken. She also can't eliminate anything vital, of course. No matter what her shape, she's still fundamentally human, and can't exactly survive without her organs.

Skills: Honestly, she likes to think she has more skills than she really does. For the most part, Cam's skills are people-focused, and she's one hell of an actor. She's perceptive and good at spotting a lie, though not supernaturally so, and has a tendency to find people's sore spots with her more barbed remarks. What she does at least have some grasp of is first-aid, learned mostly out of necessity; but she's not remotely squeamish, and finds it easy enough to act with what knowledge she has in a crisis.

Equipment: A backpack containing several sets of clothes, hats, and a pair of sunglasses. Most of what she owned was confiscated following her capture, so even by compound standards, she's not got much in her possession.

Biography: Born to a rich family, Cameron wasn't the earliest bloomer, and with her power, that turned out to be more than a little inconvenient. She had a tendency to wander - even when young, she'd never be where she was meant to - but combined with the appearance of her power, neglectful parenting, and a lack of understanding on her part it left the youngster on the missing persons list. The search party came across her more than once; but all knew she wasn't the person they were looking for.

Her fear of being outed as a Deviant right after the Sabbath overrode her initial instinct to explain, and so she found herself on the street. Or himself, at that time; seemed safer, as decisions went. These things got confusing, and Cameron honestly found it difficult to keep track. For a while, it worked for her, changing her appearance, sleeping in camouflage, taking advantage of the luxuries provided, and moving on every time people started to figure her out. But even with a power like hers that meant she could avoid too much suspicion, making it forever in the luxurious city was far too ambitious an endeavour.

It wasn't the early years that got her caught. Then, she was paranoid, jumpy, always looking over her shoulder. Changed her name, changed how she looked, changed everything until she couldn't be sure who she'd been in the first place. It was later, when she grew relaxed and lazy, that she was spotted; and of course, any report of an unsupervised Deviant in the city, especially with such a potentially irritating power, was acted on quickly and firmly. After that, the end was inevitable; caught the eye of a Peacekeeper, and one mandatory test later, they'd found their Deviant.

Of course, they didn't take kindly to how long she'd seemingly been making a mockery of their system. Well, that combined with a string of incidents they could pin on her, some her fault, some not at all, and the inadvisable amount of attitude directed at the Peacekeepers who chipped and captured her. Dropped off in the compound mere days ago, Cameron was a wreck upon arrival. Between that, and failing to adjust to the rigid rules and curfews of the compound, she hasn't exactly been doing well recently.

Not that anyone else gets to know that. Compared to what she's used to, it's barely even an effort to hide.

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There we go. Hopefully it's fine, happy to change around if it isn't!

Cam

Name: Cameron Clark - whether it's her real name, no-one's particularly sure.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: It depends, really.

When she doesn't have a reason to mess around, she'll generally stick to the appearance held above - not much different than a typical college kid. Her clothes are usually baggy, mostly to facilitate whatever shift she feels necessary without drawing too much attention, but more strikingly than that is the constantly unnerving changes she makes. Really, she just finds it funny to watch the reaction when she looks up with eyes shining red and snakelike, or teeth too sharp to be human. As a tattoo climbs her arm, moving as though it were alive, down to hands with skin gone see-through.

So for the most part, she'll never look quite normal unless it's needed, playing around with her power constantly; as though she sees the whole thing as an entertaining game. Eventually, you get used to it. If she knows you, she'll make herself recognisable - if she likes you, she might even try not to be unnerving, but don't count on it.

Abilities: Shapeshift - put simply, she can change her form however she pleases. Of course, she can't use it to give herself powers, but she can change her size - to some extent, her upper limit being little more than an extra foot of height and bulk, her lower being the size of your average ten-year-old - and isn't necessarily limited to making herself look human. She can't increase her strength or senses beyond those of a regular person either, and of course, it's limited to her own body. Changing what she's wearing is something she'd have to do for herself.

She doesn't find it too difficult to mimic others, but only their appearance. Personality, mannerisms, and other non-physical aspects are things she would actively need to learn.

With an inhibitor, the speed of her ability is highly limited; while she can still change her appearance, to do so completely takes upwards of twenty minutes uninterrupted focus. Not something she'd ever be given time to do, at any rate. For the most part, she's restricted to small, if unnerving, changes when it's in place. Interestingly enough, she doesn't seem to have a "base appearance" in the sense that her ability would force a default. The usual form taken is, it seems, just a choice she's made.

For the most part she sticks to camouflage, scare tactics, and evasion. When it comes to a fight, Cameron is far better off finding a way to escape.

Wounds and injuries will also persist in whatever form they can, though she can cover them up superficially - a broken bone will remain broken. She also can't eliminate anything vital, of course. No matter what her shape, she's still fundamentally human, and can't exactly survive without her organs.

Skills: Honestly, she likes to think she has more skills than she really does. For the most part, Cam's skills are people-focused, and she's one hell of an actor. She's perceptive and good at spotting a lie, though not supernaturally so, and has a tendency to find people's sore spots with her more barbed remarks. What she does at least have some grasp of is first-aid, learned mostly out of necessity; but she's not remotely squeamish, and finds it easy enough to act with what knowledge she has in a crisis.

Equipment: A backpack containing several sets of clothes, hats, and a pair of sunglasses. Most of what she owned was confiscated following her capture, so even by compound standards, she's not got much in her possession.

Biography: Born to a rich family, Cameron wasn't the earliest bloomer, and with her power, that turned out to be more than a little inconvenient. She had a tendency to wander - even when young, she'd never be where she was meant to - but combined with the appearance of her power, neglectful parenting, and a lack of understanding on her part it left the youngster on the missing persons list. The search party came across her more than once; but all knew she wasn't the person they were looking for.

Her fear of being outed as a Deviant right after the Sabbath overrode her initial instinct to explain, and so she found herself on the street. Or himself, at that time; seemed safer, as decisions went. These things got confusing, and Cameron honestly found it difficult to keep track. For a while, it worked for her, changing her appearance, sleeping in camouflage, taking advantage of the luxuries provided, and moving on every time people started to figure her out. But even with a power like hers that meant she could avoid too much suspicion, making it forever in the luxurious city was far too ambitious an endeavour.

It wasn't the early years that got her caught. Then, she was paranoid, jumpy, always looking over her shoulder. Changed her name, changed how she looked, changed everything until she couldn't be sure who she'd been in the first place. It was later, when she grew relaxed and lazy, that she was spotted; and of course, any report of an unsupervised Deviant in the city, especially with such a potentially irritating power, was acted on quickly and firmly. After that, the end was inevitable; caught the eye of a Peacekeeper, and one mandatory test later, they'd found their Deviant.

Of course, they didn't take kindly to how long she'd seemingly been making a mockery of their system. Well, that combined with a string of incidents they could pin on her, some her fault, some not at all, and the inadvisable amount of attitude directed at the Peacekeepers who chipped and captured her. Dropped off in the compound mere days ago, Cameron was a wreck upon arrival. Between that, and failing to adjust to the rigid rules and curfews of the compound, she hasn't exactly been doing well recently.

Not that anyone else gets to know that. Compared to what she's used to, it's barely even an effort to hide.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Haven't been around for a long while, and this looks interesting! Don't currently have internet in my flat, but if you can deal with me being a little patchy for the next week or so, I'll post a CS in a bit.

Secrets

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Friday, June 1 | En route to Oasi Pizza | 11am

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"Look, I promise, I'm like--" A break as she stopped suddenly, barely keeping herself from muttering some choice words. Bad plan when you were on the phone with your coworkers. Headset on, luckily. Hadn't quite stooped to actually holding the phone while she drove; at least not too often. Sometimes she forgot things, but that didn't count. "Three minutes away, max. That barely counts as late."

Sandy needed to start checking when her shifts were before she did anything else. She'd barely had time to get home, note a few things down, and shower before heading right back out; her hair was a mess, uniform slightly crumpled - forgot to iron the damn thing again - and she generally didn't look all that ready to work. Lucky it suited her, she guessed, and her cap covered up the worst of the birds' nest on her head. Next best thing to actually being put together was making your scruffiness seem deliberate, and that, Sandy could do. It was a talent.

Or at least calling it that made her feel better. Whatever worked, right? Right!

Man, she really wanted to nap. Not the safest state to be in while she drove into town, but whatever. Hadn't killed her yet, and that was good enough for her. It wasn't the riskiest thing she'd ever done - not even the riskiest things got weekly, really. You couldn't go worrying about that stuff or you'd never do anything.

Completely untrue. But hey, live fast die young. Saved you a lot of stress if you didn't worry so much about consequences when you didn't need to, plus you got things done. The more you worried, the more likely you were to pass up on things or miss a trick while you wondered if it was a good idea. Good idea or not, what she knew was that thinking too hard on it was a waste of time. So here she was, making her way into work. Not too late.

Lucky she was likeable, and the boss was understanding of her situation. Most people would've fired her by now, and it was nice to have a regular-ish job to keep money coming in. She had rent to pay, after all. Like most people. Parking haphazardly outside, she practically leapt off of her bike, locking it up quickly and dashing around the back. Where was she? Front of house, right. Until they needed her out on delivery. Which happened surprisingly often for the morning.

The joys of summer, she guessed.

Shouldering her rucksack, she pushed her way inside, quickly dumping the bag - padlocked shut, for privacy's sake - in the storage cupboard before heading into the kitchen. Boss wasn't here yet, and thank goodness for that. She could pass her appearance off as just being her usual frazzled self. All good. Totally good.

"Hey, people. Ya miss me?" Bright-toothed smile, a cheerfulness that seemed infectious. There was a good reason she was meant to be dealing with customers all the time, after all. Even if some of her coworkers didn't seem to appreciate it quite as much, judging by the scowl that the dishwasher shot her. He'd never liked her, but he wasn't gonna be here for long anyway. Summer job, right?

"Sure missed peace and quiet."

Yeah. He always mumbled like he didn't think she could hear him fine well. According to what she'd managed to pick up, her cheerfulness apparently got grating fast when you were stuck in this place, and peppiness was out of place at best with some people right now, but...

Look, she got it. And it sucked, what was happening with that family - she could see their place from where she stood at the counter, waiting for people to show up - but you couldn't have a whole town mourning forever. People missing shook her up as much as anyone, not like she lived in the safest part of town. Even when she wasn't in her apartment, all her wandering probably put her at risk, technically, so she got why they were all on edge.

But Sandy wasn't willing to put her life on hold or keep her head down for every tragedy in life. Idly whistling, she stood at the counter, waiting for a call or a customer to come in. The excitement never ended around here, that was certain.

Whether that thought was sarcasm or not, even she wasn't quite sure.

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Sandy

Birthday

12/26/1996

Age

21

Appearance

5'8"
138lbs
Generally a little scruffy, doesn't wear makeup, and she has a rucksack that she always keeps on her. She's reasonably athletic and good-looking, even if she doesn't make much effort to show off at all.

Position

Lives in Millcreek Hollow, Apartment 2A

Secret

Open Secret: Virgin
Secret-secret: [redacted]

School

In her third year of Psychology at Millington University.

Occupation

Slightly inconsistent delivery girl at Oasi Pizza

Personality

Track star, social butterfly, and paying her own way through college, Sandy's the type of girl that never seems to slow down - living life by the seat of her pants, and then some. She's had to put in a lot of work to get where she is, but the girl seems to have boundless energy; though accompanied by a tendency to flake out and disappear from appointments. Unavoidable, if you believe her. Despite that, she's always diligent in catching up when she misses things, and though she often seems on the borderline of burning out she can always summon a smile when one's needed.

That being said, the girl herself is evasive. Never one to give a straight answer, she insists on brushing off almost any question she's asked, or giving a generic answer that in the end doesn't mean much at all. Her business is hers, and the curious and overeager make her uncomfortable. There's a certain wariness that accompanies almost everything she does, a distrust that seems to land on some more than others, for reasons that are only her own. Physical contact - friendly or otherwise - seems to make her skin crawl, and while she can deal with flirting she's quick to make it clear that she's really not that type of girl.

In general, she takes a lot of interest in people and is pretty well-liked on the surface, though there aren't many people close enough to really call her a friend.

Short Bio

Sandy is a product of the foster system; she was in and out of homes for a while as a young kid, but it never stuck, and eventually offers stopped coming in. While it certainly cut to an extent, the girl was always independent, and lucky enough to avoid any particularly bad situations. Still, she was out a lot, generally avoiding heading back to the home where she could - more out of a desire for normalcy than any real dislike of the place.

Activity was just a good way to keep her mind off of her circumstances, and so she stayed active in whatever way she could. Good at small-talk, good at studying, and found running around the track almost daily; no-one was ever concerned about her, and they never really had a reason to be. She was, for all intents and purposes, fine. There was inconvenience that came with her situation, and anything particularly important was kept on her at all times; if she couldn't carry her bag, it'd be padlocked in storage somewhere.

Once you figured out how things worked, they never were such a big deal. The less well-adjusted kids picked fights now and again, and apparently she came off as a little snooty - reason enough to be a target. Understandable, on reflection; she'd been running on the idea that what was easy for her was the same for everyone. Nonetheless, even if she understood the reasons, her habits of avoidance stuck.

In the end, it worked out pretty well for her; her grades were good, and combined with her track results it was enough to net her a fairly hefty scholarship. It coincided with her moving - well, being kicked out of the home, and she ended up going to the cheapest apartment she could afford with her savings and her loans. Her scooter was a lifesaver when it came to getting transport, along with the job at Oasi's, and she threw herself into her studies with the same enthusiasm as always.

Of course, she has the usual struggles of rent, healthcare, and study supplies to deal with like everyone else - but it seems that either her scholarship is larger than most people realise or Oasi's are more than rewarding her hard work (unlikely considering how often she needs shifts covered), since she's seemingly always got spending money on hand for a night out or a financial emergency.

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@Lovely Complex A while ago, but yeah! I try to talk more now though lol

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Can confirm @Snagglepuss89 brought me in! Might take a little while to get a sheet together, but I've got time this evening/tomorrow so hopefully shouldn't be too much of a struggle.

The Adamant World

Nila Lionridge

After following Juniper to take a seat, relieved that her poor manners hadn't been much trouble to the woman. Nonetheless, their time to relax was cut quite short, as an... exuberant, she'd say, woman began to speak from the balcony.

Nila had paid close attention to the briefing as normal - she was admittedly slightly surprised at the two teammates who'd been rather abruptly brought over to her, but there'd been little time to ask questions before the boisterous woman corralling the new recruits had disappeared. Well, she was in charge, so it made sense. It was hardly as if she owed them any real respect, and so Nila didn't take offence to it in the slightest. Her companions seemed at least somewhat acceptable on first glance, though she preferred not to waste time on lengthy introductions right away. There'd be more than enough time for it while they made their way to whatever task they chose. A simple "Nila," sufficed for now.

She'd try her hardest to reserve judgement, and her gaze, for the most part, avoided them as it had Juniper beforehand. For whatever reason, having her eyes on them brought with it some unknowable discomfort, and so she looked over to the board. Perhaps it came off as rude, though she made an effort to at least give a polite smile and nod of acknowledgement. It was the least the situation required, and the most she had the time to waste on.

There was a lot to consider, though she didn't feel there was much point pushing past the crowds until they'd thought it through at least somewhat. Perhaps hesitation would make it harder to get the highest value jobs, but that was hardly a concern in her mind. She'd move a little closer for convenience's sake but was content enough to stand back and judge based on what she could make out from a distance.

It was a fairly simple thing to put together, knowing what her own priorities were, and she didn't much fancy having hours of discussion on the subject - her opening was phrased not as a question, but a decently firm suggestion. Nila wasn't going to be swayed on this particular issue, that was for certain. "I'd prefer we take something worthwhile. A rescue or some such; seems like as noble a cause as any."

@Rigmarole@Snagglepuss89