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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Several hours ago, it was pizzas and campfires. Everyone was introducing themselves, getting to know each other, walking through each other's powers. Biting heat on their lips, Ariel was nevertheless happy. They could get used to this, the life they left behind had been too lonesome. Even if they were a quiet and reserved kid, having other people close to her felt...right. Living with other people felt right, it was right.

Then hours passed, and suddenly nothing was right.

At first, Ariel figured stormy weather caused the supervisors to usher the kids into their tents early. That thought was cut short when they began to hear a commotion. Nothing to be seen from where they were laying, but they were nothing if not perceptive. There was a situation and it was going south. Fast. Best to stay here and wait it out, Ariel reasoned. Then that thought was cut short when the tents themselves were divorced from the ground. They screamed as their body was abruptly exposed to the elements. They were silenced when they realized what was going on at the Plateau.

A masked figure, malevolent hyperhumans, shows of strength, pontificating about superiority and the breaking of chains. This must be the Hyperion terrorists the TV was always on about. Destructive and zealous, all for some greater purpose: domination and the reversal of roles. An attractive cause they were trying to sell to the gathered young hypes. Some looked convinced, others still stood defiant. The message then fell to Ariel and it fell on deaf ears. They remained unmoving, having retreated into their mind once their body failed to retreat. Eyes shut, heart racing, Ariel wanted no part of this. As the Rolling Stones would say, 'Give me shelter'.

And just like the hot springs, where Ariel fell short, water rose to the occasion. Where their body failed to find shelter, water followed their will. Idle water close to Ariel flowed where she willed, irreverent of their containers, away from Hyperion. Raindrops falling onto them instead swirl around them into a barrier, whatever shelter she could. And yet nothing could protect them, nothing could prepare them for the crunching of broken flesh and the shocked screams of the other students. Their body, curled up defensively, trembled from more than the cold as it began to sink in that Hyperion had just taken a life. With that, Ariel knew that it would not be the last. This would not be the end of anything but the life of that poor student and any sense of safety the others had in Pacific Royal.

Ariel knew a declaration of war when they saw one.

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_{Location: Team 78 Campsite - Northern Cove, Dundas Island}

First Class #2.04: First Blood (Definitely Not the Last)

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_{Interaction(s): The grieving students of PRCU. (Open for Interaction)}

Previously: ...And They Were Teammates!

Ariel never properly met the late Cassander Charon—their eyes were proper shut at the time of his death—but they were glad that he had the honors of being buried at sea. Like the funeral of an honored sailor or a brave viking. The depths of the ocean seemed more gentle of a resting place than the cold and unfeeling earth. They offered Cassander's last voyage a forlorn wave of their hand as the sea took him, a single teardrop trailing down their cheeks. Emotion got the better of them and the teardrop flowed free. Their hand inched closer to a Firebird teammate beside her and grabbed their wrist in an attempt to ground themself. Others surely grieved more than Ariel, those who shared a team with Cassander, but this was sad for everone. This was supposed to be a new beginning. There should be hello's and not goodbye's. Ariel had always hated goodbye's. The finality of never seeing what you left behind again. They wanted to hold on hope, that there would be no need for goodbye's.

"Jumpa lagi," Ariel whispered in Malay. See you later. Maybe later, they could properly meet Cass.

As the procession drew to a close, Ariel would be among the last to depart from the funeral. Nothing awaited them back with the others. Only tension and reflections of grief. The ocean offered a better reflection. Even with a dearly beloved friend in its embrace, even as thousands of bodies laid beneath its surface, the ocean continued to ebb and flow and roil and wave. Nothing short of the Sun consuming the planets whole could stop the ocean. Ariel resolved to be like the ocean. They would never stop never stopping. Like that boy who flipped off Hyperion.

Ariel owed him a visit some time. He was interesting.

A long sigh comes from them, and they finally acquiesced and moved out of the funeral grounds. Hopefully, the students would have a little more time before they had to say goodbye to anyone else. Ariel walked up to the rest of Team Firebird, a gentle and accommodating smile on their face as they straightened up their dress uniform. Enough comfort for themself, they were here now to comfort anyone else. A week was nowhere near enough time for the average youth to process grief. A week was nowhere near enough time for the average youth to understand that they were about to risk their lives.

They'd need at least two weeks for that.

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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

The Homecoming Trials #1.88: ...And They Were Teammates!

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_{Interaction(s): Lucas Bray @Nemaisare, one Sierra Hilton instance @Junkmail, Efraim Tenorio @Theyra, the rest of Team Firebird}

Previously: The New Normal

Tent set up and pizza roasted, the time was right to unwind and have a good time with the rest of Team Firebird. A girl on the smaller side came by to sit next to Ariel and that boy, striking up a conversation with him about plushies. They offered her the same accommodating smile, which grew bemused when they saw the same girl talking to three different people? And then more of the same girl...at the same time, working on the same tent? Things rapidly took a turn for the less mundane.

Suppose that was the point of stuffing all these hypes into the same island. They didn't know how life was like for the other kids to come out of the lead-lined closet, but Ariel had been the only hyperhuman with 100 miles of Truth or Consequences. The isolation of their condition made them resent the HZE ions or whatever it was inside them. Now, there were at least ten of their same-age peers with wildly different powers but the same strange compound in their blood, protected by some of the best technological infrastructure they had ever seen. After weeping nights in lonesome roach-infested motel rooms, this was a comforting thought. Something for Past Me to look forward to.

Despite the rumbling gray on the horizon, Ariel relaxed their posture after the initial confusion of the girl's cloning faded. Even with the bunker-like tents, the rain wouldn't be a problem for them. Once they figured out how to use their HZEs to influence water, all it took was a little bit of focus for the descending raindrops to avoid Ariel altogether, keeping them dry and cozy while the world dampened. It had been one of the first practical uses of Hype powers they discovered, and with luck, their time here at Pacific Royal would bring with it a couple more uses. Like self-defense.

Turning their attention back to their spicy pizza and their friends' conversation, Ariel picked up a vague mention of the T-Rex and comparisons of time. It was a shallow middle-school factoid, but they would be the last person to point that out. Instead, they used the piece of trivia to leapfrog into the conversation.

"Whoa, I didn't know that," Ariel remarked to the fact after biting into a super-spicy pizza. Their voice was breathy on account of their steaming tongue pleasantly poison by capsaicin. "Time is weird. It's kind of like how Anne Frank and MLK were born on the same year."

"Also, don't force yourself to stand around in the heat," they added for good measure to the absent-minded boy. "I can watch your pizza for you, if you'd like." Ariel was aware that their water affinity made it just that more painful for them to stand in around in the heat he was in, but once again, peace of mind and good graces were worthy pieces of currency to fight over.

More of Team Firebird had started to file in and make themselves known after setting up their respective tents. The diversity of ethnicities and age groups in the team sank in, and Ariel's mind raced. On the one hand, this many different walks of life and experiences leads to many divergent perspectives, some even contradictory to one another. They couldn't really explain it, but the warning signs of tension was already in the air, like ozone in the air before a lightning storm. They could almost smell it. On the other hand, the stakes at hand were their survival as a group, no matter what flowery words promoting academia were said at the ceremony. All things considered, that was a damn good incentive to work together. Ariel was certain Team Firebird could work well.

And if they couldn't, Ariel was no stranger to working solo either.

Their soft voice once more rang through the dim hum of the pizza oven when some began to introduce themselves. "I agree, pizza is great for group activities like this." Ariel tore off a slice of the sriracha-laced pizza and held it out for anyone and no one to try. More of a statement than anything else. "My name's Ariel. I'll 'room' with whoever, but I guess for now, I'll be in the same tent as him." They used the slice of pizza to point at the boy beside him. "He never told his name so until he does, I'm going to call him 'Dominik'. Because he looks like a Dominik. I'm sorry if that offends you, 'Dominik'."

So far, Team Firebird had not disappointed Ariel's initial assessment: fine folk who were awkward around other people. 'Dominik' was nice and shy. The clone girl (girls?) seemed energetic and inquisitive, rightful traits for a student. The curly-haired one was 'weird and loud'—and those were her own words, not Ariel's. The one with the Scandinavian accent looked oblivious, none the wiser to some bees fluttering about her pizza, poor thing. One of them, Efraim, had a distinct Mexican accent and a curious Ariel tipped their head, smiling at his choice of words in an attempt to comfort him and perhaps show some kinship. And then there were a smattering of others Ariel had yet to get a good read on. Embarrassing as it was to admit, they missed this sort of situation. The first day of school was a horror story for most, but Ariel enjoyed the thrill of figuring out new faces. It was like solving a puzzle.

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

The Homecoming Trials #1.79: The New Normal

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_{Interaction(s): Team 78: Firebird — Lucas Bray @Nemaisare}

Previously: N/A

Ariel had no idea what to expect from a normal university, never mind a university specifically for Hyperhumans, but a camping trip was definitely not it.

It was...charmingly mundane. Before the emergence of their water powers, Ariel used to go hike past the rocky hills of Truth or Consequences with their mother, often camping out for the night if the weather was cooperative. Marching past the cliffs and hills of Dundas Island felt like treading footpaths of the past, but compared to the blistering heat of New Mexico, British Columbia's brisk winds was paradise, as was the vacuum-sealed security of Pacific Royal custom-tailored for Hyperhumans. Coming here was the right decision, they thought. No more sleeping in abandoned warehouses and breaking into minimarkets. No more watching out for police, or worse. Ariel breathed deep of a hopeful future as they gathered close to the rest of Team Firebird, here in their assigned camping position.

Team Firebird came across as a quiet bunch at first, but everyone seemed pleasant enough. No more unpleasant than Ariel could be, anyway. After the long drive from their most recent motel hideout in New Jersey to Pacific Royal grounds in Canada, Ariel had been far too exhausted to get to know the others properly, just barely staying awake for the entirety of the opening ceremony. Best they could offer was a curt nod, with an accommodating smile to those sitting next to them. The very same smile they now wore at the camp. It wasn't a very genuine-looking smile, to be fair, but the last thing Ariel wanted to be seen as was 'the unapproachable kid'. They learned the hard way that first impressions could just as easily be last impressions.

So it's time to make a good first impression!

Simple enough to set up a tent when the tent literally set itself up, but with that done, Ariel heard someone throw a question into the air. A younger sort of boy, with a babyface as soft as Dominik Mysterio, a tangle of hair a shade of brown lighter than Ariel's. He seemed...lost. Not like how Ariel was lost, shambling without purpose or reason. No, this one looked like he was intentionally lost, a devoted wanderer in his own thoughts. It was always something interesting that made people want to do this. Not eager to pry but not denying their curiosity, Ariel took the bait and latched onto the hanging question.

"I can take care of that tent with you, sure," Ariel piped up, brightening their dim smile as they approached the brown-haired student. "Though these things look sturdy enough to withstand a car crash. I wouldn't worry about the wind." That being said, Ariel still walked over to the other side of the tent and secured it as per instructions. The boy certainly seemed like a worrier no matter what they did. Peace of mind should be good currency.

"I'm Ariel, by the way. Let's be friends." They flashed him a grin and a peace sign before turning their attention to the fire pit and the portable pizza ovens. Though vulnerable to fire and heat, Ariel's Malay blood afforded them a fondness of and tolerance for anything spicy. They had already stuffed a personal pizza into the oven, one loaded with peppers and drowning in frankly irrational amounts of sriracha.

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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 ▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel Carmela Mustafa _________________________________________________________ February 20th,2000 | 23 | Mixed (Latina/Malay) _________________________________________________________ Single | ⚧ (they/she) | Pansexual _________________________________________________________ Truth or Consequences | New Mexico | United States ▅ 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 || Lanky ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 6'0" ◼ W E I G H T || 138 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Fair - ▅ 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I've spent my entire life asking questions. I need answers. I deserve answers." From questioning their identity to confronting the great unknown that is their hyperhuman powers, Ariel's life begins with a question mark, and the last thing they want is for it to end with one. Scientia potentia est, or 'Knowledge is power'. Their objective, apart from making sure their heart is still beating, is to accumulate knowledge, to know and to be powerful for it. Even if they have to lie, cheat, and steal for it. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Plans are for solid people." Ariel learned the hard way that planning too far ahead is just setting future Ariel up for disappointment. Their aspirations of life being the way it once was, peace and quiet? Literally 90% of the human population is against people like them. Their naive desire for vigilante justice protecting the weak, like in the comics and TV? All they can do is spray water. It's safer to just not plan for anything more long-term than a week, Ariel reasons. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Ariel loves pro wrestling, the spectacle of poetry in motion combined with compelling characters. They grew up watching old Smackdown! tapes and came to idolize Latino Heat, Eddie Guerrero. His catchphrase is a mantra that helped Ariel plenty during her fugitive days. In another life, they would have pursued indie wrestling as a full-time thing, but they caught on quick that they lacked the athleticism for the squared circle. So Ariel's stuck being a mark. ► Ariel is fluent in English and Spanish. They are semi-fluent in Bahasa Indonesia and Bahasa Melayu. ► Dialogue Color: #fde1ef- _________________________________________________________

▅ 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 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel Mustafa had a relatively normal life, their only bits of interest being nonconforming to the gender binary and living in a place called Truth or Consequences. Their single mother, Pamela, brought the household from the urban chaos of Los Angeles to the peace and quiet of T-or-C after her Malaysian husband fled the States to dodge legal issues. To their knowledge, both Mom and Dad lacked the Hype-Gene, so you couldn't blame them for expecting much the same: an uneventful life. For a while, it was. Ariel's school life went by smoothly enough, apart from the occasional bullying and the stress of confronting their nonbinary identity. With middling grades, they simply remained at T-or-C and found work at the iconic local hot springs. College could come later, they thought, unaware of the capricious laughter of Fate in the distance. Everything changed in those hot springs. And it was all because of a single obtuse customer. This one insolent tourist from China kept hounding Ariel about "75% off holiday coupons" he got from some travel agency. Ariel tried, tried to politely inform him that no such promotion existed and this 'travel agency' did not coordinate with the hot springs in the slightest. Still, he was persistent and made this coupon everybody's problem. No amount of patience Ariel mustered could withstand the agony of customer service. In a single moment of unchecked emotion, Ariel's hyperhuman abilities manifested and a nearby pool of hot spring water erupted in a scalding torrent. Property damage aside, several people were injured and one of Ariel's coworkers later passed away from third-degree burns. Ariel killed someone. They were a hyperhuman and they killed someone. Aware of what happened to out-of-control hyperhumans and fearing the inevitable, they made the decision to go off the grid and run away from Truth or Consequences. A terrible thing, a fugitive at 22, jumping from town to town, railroad to railroad just for the opportunity to live free tomorrow. Living on the run forced them to do things they weren't exactly proud of. Robbery, trespassing, fraud, putting truth to what the world thought of hyperhumans: dangerous scoundrels without a moral compass. Though aimless for the first few year, their days spent half-drunk and half-loathing, Ariel began to connect with other hypes. They reached out to those who share the same genes, the same mistakes, the same sins as them. It was with the grace of H.E.L.P, then, that Ariel found out about the PRCU. A sanctuary for people like them, Ariel thought. No more looking over their shoulder to check if they were still being hunted. No more lying, no more cheating, no more stealing. Okay, maybe a little bit of lying. After their old hope of 'home' evaporated, it was time to find a new one. Ariel made the long drive to British Columbia and never looked back. ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel tries their best to maintain the impression of a calm and friendly individual. Not one to pursue a conversation of their own but never one to deny a conversation either, they socialize adequately enough with their peers. Most would call them pleasant, a bit of a dry joker with their banter, but always willing to pause and try to understand what their friends going through. Of course, this is because of Ariel's adaptable personality. For most, the Ariel you want is the Ariel you get. They've become adept in pleasing others and telling them what they want to hear, because they are water and you are the cup. Call them duplicitous, call them two-faced, Ariel will simply nod and agree. Ariel's adaptability speaks volumes of their emotional intelligence, in a way. Perhaps out of a profound fear of what happens when their emotions take control of their powers, they strive to always be in control of both and aware of not only their own emotional state but also the emotional state of others. Like a still pond, the surface of Ariel Mustafa is calm and serene, reflecting yourself when you look deep into them. And look deep enough, you find a person still trying to get used to asking for help, a river flows alone. You find a whirlpool of loathing that blames themself for this...torrent they cannot control. You find an individual that tries their hardest to keep the whirlpool under control by pleasing others because maybe this time, it will be different. Maybe this time, this is home. Maybe this time, no one has to burn. ▅ 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 || H Y D R O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || ELEMENTAL Ariel's hyperhuman ability is Water Manipulation. Their HZE ions interact uniquely with H₂O, able to influence water so long as it remains in liquid state. The practical applications of this ability are tremendously vast and Ariel themself has only scratched the surface in utilizing their power. At its most fundamental, they can induce waves from bodies of water to strike at an enemy and shape loose water into protective barriers. They are also able to influence the liquid water that they intake to become more oxygen-rich, effectively allowing them to breathe water. With great focus and a measure of recklessness, Ariel can violently draw moisture out of their immediate environment, whether it be from the ground, plants, or even themself. L I M I T A T I O N S || LIMITS OF A LIQUID Ariel's abilities are focused on the liquid state of matter. They are unable to influence water vapor or ice in any way, and as their powers rely on an existing source of water, making the water around them evaporate or freeze is a surefire way to deprive them of an offense. Or defense. Or anything, for that matter, forcing Ariel to draw out water from 'alternative' sources. W E A K N E S S E S || LATINX HEAT Being specially attuned to water and moisture, Ariel is extremely susceptible to fire and heat. Before their powers manifested, they assumed that the New Mexico heat was simply that hard to bear. 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"When your life hinges on not being seen by anyone," Ariel started to answer, their voice slow and soft. "You start to get used to moving when everyone else isn't. I learned quickly that night is safety. Sleep a little in the day, move at night, and I'm more likely to see the morning again. It's been that way for a year until this place came into my life, so my natural clock is fucked."

"I guess old habits die hard?" Ariel shrugs, smiling.

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"This one of those morality questions?" Ariel asked in return, raising their eyebrows. "Well, I wasn't born yesterday, that's for sure. Nine times out of ten, there's another bastard behind me, waiting for me to stop and talk to their 'friend'. Next thing I know, there's a switchblade in my neck and the rest is history. So in that situation, best I can do is give them a Lincoln and move on 'cuz if they really need my help, there's nothing I can do for them that 5 dollars can't, you know?"

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"Yes, I am well aware that this life is not a walk in the park." Ariel's tone grew serious when the topic of emergency and danger was broached. "First things first is to coordinate as best as I can? I have never been a leader, but I'm not short on initiative either. Bottom line, though, if I can't help the situation, I'd get the fuck away and leave the work to those who can."

Was Ariel telling the truth? They wanted to think they would be able to help in the event of atrue emergency, but alas, only their last sentence held truth. The Campus was surrounded by the ocean. Their first and last course of action was to take shelter beneath the waves until the storm blew over.

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This is a great code, hopefully Ariel here can give the sheet justice!

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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 ▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel Carmela Mustafa _________________________________________________________ February 20th,2000 | 23 | Mixed (Latina/Malay) _________________________________________________________ Single | ⚧ (they/she) | Pansexual _________________________________________________________ Truth or Consequences | New Mexico | United States ▅ 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 || Lanky ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 6'0" ◼ W E I G H T || 138 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Fair - ▅ 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I've spent my entire life asking questions. I need answers. I deserve answers." From questioning their identity to confronting the great unknown that is their hyperhuman powers, Ariel's life begins with a question mark, and the last thing they want is for it to end with one. Scientia potentia est, or 'Knowledge is power'. Their objective, apart from making sure their heart is still beating, is to accumulate knowledge, to know and to be powerful for it. Even if they have to lie, cheat, and steal for it. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Plans are for solid people." Ariel learned the hard way that planning too far ahead is just setting future Ariel up for disappointment. Their aspirations of life being the way it once was, peace and quiet? Literally 90% of the human population is against people like them. Their naive desire for vigilante justice protecting the weak, like in the comics and TV? All they can do is spray water. It's safer to just not plan for anything more long-term than a week, Ariel reasons. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Ariel loves pro wrestling, the spectacle of poetry in motion combined with compelling characters. They grew up watching old Smackdown! tapes and came to idolize Latino Heat, Eddie Guerrero. His catchphrase is a mantra that helped Ariel plenty during her fugitive days. In another life, they would have pursued indie wrestling as a full-time thing, but they caught on quick that they lacked the athleticism for the squared circle. So Ariel's stuck being a mark. ► Ariel is fluent in English and Spanish. They are semi-fluent in Bahasa Indonesia and Bahasa Melayu. ► Dialogue Color: #fde1ef- _________________________________________________________

▅ 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 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel Mustafa had a relatively normal life, their only bits of interest being nonconforming to the gender binary and living in a place called Truth or Consequences. Their single mother, Pamela, brought the household from the urban chaos of Los Angeles to the peace and quiet of T-or-C after her Malaysian husband fled the States to dodge legal issues. To their knowledge, both Mom and Dad lacked the Hype-Gene, so you couldn't blame them for expecting much the same: an uneventful life. For a while, it was. Ariel's school life went by smoothly enough, apart from the occasional bullying and the stress of confronting their nonbinary identity. With middling grades, they simply remained at T-or-C and found work at the iconic local hot springs. College could come later, they thought, unaware of the capricious laughter of Fate in the distance. Everything changed in those hot springs. And it was all because of a single obtuse customer. This tourist couple kept hounding Ariel about "75% off holiday coupons" afforded to them by a travel agency. Ariel tried, tried to politely inform the couple that no such promotion existed and this 'travel agency' did not coordinate with the hot springs in the slightest. Still, they were persistent and no amount of patience could withstand the agony of service work. In that moment of emotion, Ariel's hyperhuman abilities manifested and a nearby pool of hot spring water erupted in a scalding torrent. Property damage aside, several people were injured and one of Ariel's coworkers later passed away from third-degree burns. Ariel killed someone. They were a hyperhuman and they killed someone. Aware of what happened to out-of-control hyperhumans and fearing the inevitable, they made the decision to go off the grid and run away from Truth or Consequences. A terrible thing, a fugitive at 22, jumping from town to town, railroad to railroad just for the opportunity to live free tomorrow. Living on the run forced them to do things they weren't exactly proud of. Robbery, trespassing, fraud, putting truth to what the world thought of hyperhumans: dangerous scoundrels without a moral compass. Though aimless for the first few year, their days spent half-drunk and half-loathing, Ariel began to connect with other hypes. They reached out to those who share the same genes, the same mistakes, the same sins as them. It was with the grace of H.E.L.P, then, that Ariel found out about the PRCU. A sanctuary for people like them, Ariel thought. No more looking over their shoulder to check if they were still being hunted. No more lying, no more cheating, no more stealing. Okay, maybe a little bit of lying. After their old hope of 'home' evaporated, it was time to find a new one. Ariel made the long drive to British Columbia and never looked back. ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel tries their best to maintain the impression of a calm and friendly individual. Not one to pursue a conversation of their own but never one to deny a conversation either, they socialize adequately enough with their peers. Most would call them pleasant, a bit of a dry joker with their banter, but always willing to pause and try to understand what their friends going through. Of course, this is because of Ariel's adaptable personality. For most, the Ariel you want is the Ariel you get. They've become adept in pleasing others and telling them what they want to hear, because they are water and you are the cup. Call them duplicitous, call them two-faced, Ariel will simply nod and agree. Ariel's adaptability speaks volumes of their emotional intelligence, in a way. Perhaps out of a profound fear of what happens when their emotions take control of their powers, they strive to always be in control of both and aware of not only their own emotional state but also the emotional state of others. Like a still pond, the surface of Ariel Mustafa is calm and serene, reflecting yourself when you look deep into them. And look deep enough, you find a person still trying to get used to asking for help, a river flows alone. You find a whirlpool of loathing that blames themself for this...torrent they cannot control. You find an individual that tries their hardest to keep the whirlpool under control by pleasing others because maybe this time, it will be different. Maybe this time, this is home. Maybe this time, no one has to burn. ▅ 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 || H Y D R O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || ELEMENTAL Ariel's hyperhuman ability is Water Manipulation. Their HZE ions interact uniquely with H₂O, able to influence water so long as it remains in liquid state. The practical applications of this ability are tremendously vast and Ariel themself has only scratched the surface in utilizing their power. At its most fundamental, they can induce waves from bodies of water to strike at an enemy and shape loose water into protective barriers. They are also able to influence the liquid water that they intake to become more oxygen-rich, effectively allowing them to breathe water. With great focus and a measure of recklessness, Ariel can violently draw moisture out of their immediate environment, whether it be from the ground, plants, or even themself. L I M I T A T I O N S || LIMITS OF A LIQUID Ariel's abilities are focused on the liquid state of matter. They are unable to influence water vapor or ice in any way, and as their powers rely on an existing source of water, making the water around them evaporate or freeze is a surefire way to deprive them of an offense. Or defense. Or anything, for that matter, forcing Ariel to draw out water from 'alternative' sources. W E A K N E S S E S || LATINX HEAT Being specially attuned to water and moisture, Ariel is extremely susceptible to fire and heat. Before their powers manifested, they assumed that the New Mexico heat was simply that hard to bear. The cool ocean breeze of British Columbia was paradise compared to T-or-C, but even at room temperature, an exoteric hyperhuman with fire powers (or just some schmuck with a flamethrower) will give them a bad time. Enough heat or direct contact with fire can even send Ariel into an unconscious state of shock. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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"When your life hinges on not being seen by anyone," Ariel started to answer, their voice slow and soft. "You start to get used to moving when everyone else isn't. I learned quickly that night is safety. Sleep a little in the day, move at night, and I'm more likely to see the morning again. It's been that way for a year until this place came into my life, so my natural clock is fucked."

"I guess old habits die hard?" Ariel shrugs, smiling.

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"This one of those morality questions?" Ariel asked in return, raising their eyebrows. "Well, I wasn't born yesterday, that's for sure. Nine times out of ten, there's another bastard behind me, waiting for me to stop and talk to their 'friend'. Next thing I know, there's a switchblade in my neck and the rest is history. So in that situation, best I can do is give them a Lincoln and move on 'cuz if they really need my help, there's nothing I can do for them that 5 dollars can't, you know?"

_{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?}

"Yes, I am well aware that this life is not a walk in the park." Ariel's tone grew serious when the topic of emergency and danger was broached. "First things first is to coordinate as best as I can? I have never been a leader, but I'm not short on initiative either. Bottom line, though, if I can't help the situation, I'd get the fuck away and leave the work to those who can."

Was Ariel telling the truth? They wanted to think they would be able to help in the event of atrue emergency, but alas, only their last sentence held truth. The Campus was surrounded by the ocean. Their first and last course of action was to take shelter beneath the waves until the storm blew over.

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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 ▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel Carmela Mustafa _________________________________________________________ February 20th,2000 | 23 | Mixed (Latina/Malay) _________________________________________________________ Single | ⚧ (they/she) | Pansexual _________________________________________________________ Truth or Consequences | New Mexico | United States ▅ 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 || Lanky ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 6'0" ◼ W E I G H T || 138 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Fair - ▅ 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I've spent my entire life asking questions. I need answers. I deserve answers." From questioning their identity to confronting the great unknown that is their hyperhuman powers, Ariel's life begins with a question mark, and the last thing they want is for it to end with one. Scientia potentia est, or 'Knowledge is power'. Their objective, apart from making sure their heart is still beating, is to accumulate knowledge, to know and to be powerful for it. Even if they have to lie, cheat, and steal for it. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Plans are for solid people." Ariel learned the hard way that planning too far ahead is just setting future Ariel up for disappointment. Their aspirations of life being the way it once was, peace and quiet? Literally 90% of the human population is against people like them. Their naive desire for vigilante justice protecting the weak, like in the comics and TV? All they can do is spray water. It's safer to just not plan for anything more long-term than a week, Ariel reasons. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Ariel loves pro wrestling, the spectacle of poetry in motion combined with compelling characters. They grew up watching old Smackdown! tapes and came to idolize Latino Heat, Eddie Guerrero. His catchphrase is a mantra that helped Ariel plenty during her fugitive days. In another life, they would have pursued indie wrestling as a full-time thing, but they caught on quick that they lacked the athleticism for the squared circle. So Ariel's stuck being a mark. ► Ariel is fluent in English and Spanish. They are semi-fluent in Bahasa Indonesia and Bahasa Melayu. ► Dialogue Color: #fde1ef- _________________________________________________________

▅ 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 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel Mustafa had a relatively normal life, their only bits of interest being nonconforming to the gender binary and living in a place called Truth or Consequences. Their single mother, Pamela, brought the household from the urban chaos of Los Angeles to the peace and quiet of T-or-C after her Malaysian husband fled the States to dodge legal issues. To their knowledge, both Mom and Dad lacked the Hype-Gene, so you couldn't blame them for expecting much the same: an uneventful life. For a while, it was. Ariel's school life went by smoothly enough, apart from the occasional bullying and the stress of confronting their nonbinary identity. With middling grades, they simply remained at T-or-C and found work at the iconic local hot springs. College could come later, they thought, unaware of the capricious laughter of Fate in the distance. Everything changed in those hot springs. And it was all because of a single obtuse customer. This tourist couple kept hounding Ariel about "75% off holiday coupons" afforded to them by a travel agency. Ariel tried, tried to politely inform the couple that no such promotion existed and this 'travel agency' did not coordinate with the hot springs in the slightest. Still, they were persistent and no amount of patience could withstand the agony of service work. In that moment of emotion, Ariel's hyperhuman abilities manifested and a nearby pool of hot spring water erupted in a scalding torrent. Property damage aside, several people were injured and one of Ariel's coworkers later passed away from third-degree burns. Ariel killed someone. They were a hyperhuman and they killed someone. Aware of what happened to out-of-control hyperhumans and fearing the inevitable, they made the decision to go off the grid and run away from Truth or Consequences. A terrible thing, a fugitive at 22, jumping from town to town, railroad to railroad just for the opportunity to live free tomorrow. Living on the run forced them to do things they weren't exactly proud of. Robbery, trespassing, fraud, putting truth to what the world thought of hyperhumans: dangerous scoundrels without a moral compass. Though aimless for the first few year, their days spent half-drunk and half-loathing, Ariel began to connect with other hypes. They reached out to those who share the same genes, the same mistakes, the same sins as them. It was with the grace of H.E.L.P, then, that Ariel found out about the PRCU. A sanctuary for people like them, Ariel thought. No more looking over their shoulder to check if they were still being hunted. No more lying, no more cheating, no more stealing. Okay, maybe a little bit of lying. After their old hope of 'home' evaporated, it was time to find a new one. Ariel made the long drive to British Columbia and never looked back. ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ariel tries their best to maintain the impression of a calm and friendly individual. Not one to pursue a conversation of their own but never one to deny a conversation either, they socialize adequately enough with their peers. Most would call them pleasant, a bit of a dry joker with their banter, but always willing to pause and try to understand what their friends going through. Of course, this is because of Ariel's adaptable personality. For most, the Ariel you want is the Ariel you get. They've become adept in pleasing others and telling them what they want to hear, because they are water and you are the cup. Call them duplicitous, call them two-faced, Ariel will simply nod and agree. Ariel's adaptability speaks volumes of their emotional intelligence, in a way. Perhaps out of a profound fear of what happens when their emotions take control of their powers, they strive to always be in control of both and aware of not only their own emotional state but also the emotional state of others. Like a still pond, the surface of Ariel Mustafa is calm and serene, reflecting yourself when you look deep into them. And look deep enough, you find a person still trying to get used to asking for help, a river flows alone. You find a whirlpool of loathing that blames themself for this...torrent they cannot control. You find an individual that tries their hardest to keep the whirlpool under control by pleasing others because maybe this time, it will be different. Maybe this time, this is home. Maybe this time, no one has to burn. ▅ 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 || H Y D R O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || ELEMENTAL Ariel's hyperhuman ability is Water Manipulation. Their HZE ions interact uniquely with H₂O, able to influence water so long as it remains in liquid state. The practical applications of this ability are tremendously vast and Ariel themself has only scratched the surface in utilizing their power. At its most fundamental, they can induce waves from bodies of water to strike at an enemy and shape loose water into protective barriers. They are also able to influence the liquid water that they intake to become more oxygen-rich, effectively allowing them to breathe water. With great focus and a measure of recklessness, Ariel can violently draw moisture out of their immediate environment, whether it be from the ground, plants, or even themself. L I M I T A T I O N S || LIMITS OF A LIQUID Ariel's abilities are focused on the liquid state of matter. They are unable to influence water vapor or ice in any way, and as their powers rely on an existing source of water, making the water around them evaporate or freeze is a surefire way to deprive them of an offense. Or defense. Or anything, for that matter, forcing Ariel to draw out water from 'alternative' sources. W E A K N E S S E S || LATINX HEAT Being specially attuned to water and moisture, Ariel is extremely susceptible to fire and heat. Before their powers manifested, they assumed that the New Mexico heat was simply that hard to bear. The cool ocean breeze of British Columbia was paradise compared to T-or-C, but even at room temperature, an exoteric hyperhuman with fire powers (or just some schmuck with a flamethrower) will give them a bad time. Enough heat or direct contact with fire can even send Ariel into an unconscious state of shock. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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"When your life hinges on not being seen by anyone," Ariel started to answer, their voice slow and soft. "You start to get used to moving when everyone else isn't. I learned quickly that night is safety. Sleep a little in the day, move at night, and I'm more likely to see the morning again. It's been that way for a year until this place came into my life, so my natural clock is fucked."

"I guess old habits die hard?" Ariel shrugs, smiling.

_{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?}

"This one of those morality questions?" Ariel asked in return, raising their eyebrows. "Well, I wasn't born yesterday, that's for sure. Nine times out of ten, there's another bastard behind me, waiting for me to stop and talk to their 'friend'. Next thing I know, there's a switchblade in my neck and the rest is history. So in that situation, best I can do is give them a Lincoln and move on 'cuz if they really need my help, there's nothing I can do for them that 5 dollars can't, you know?"

_{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?}

"Yes, I am well aware that this life is not a walk in the park." Ariel's tone grew serious when the topic of emergency and danger was broached. "First things first is to coordinate as best as I can? I have never been a leader, but I'm not short on initiative either. Bottom line, though, if I can't help the situation, I'd get the fuck away and leave the work to those who can."

Was Ariel telling the truth? They wanted to think they would be able to help in the event of atrue emergency, but alas, only their last sentence held truth. The Campus was surrounded by the ocean. Their first and last course of action was to take shelter beneath the waves until the storm blew over.

Newtral's Performance Center

this is a safe space for me to make coding mistakes <3

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - A Hyperhuman Roleplay

The quality of the IC posts alone has me interested! Hopefully I can keep up

Anepool Academy for the Gifted

The story sounds interesting! Gotta love a classic meta-human RP. I'd love to join in with some sort of beast-summoning Nature character if this is still seeking prospective players!

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Whaddup, it's my boy, the icy anarchic contrarian.

Heat O'Brien

Name: Harry O'Brien
Aliases: "Heat"
Birthday: April 12th, 1997
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Heat is a male of mixed East Asian and Caucasian heritage, standing quite tall at 6'1". A lean, mean fighting machine, he is built to be quick on his feet in both body and mind. The sum of his parts seem to indicate an imposing, intimidating man of action, but as a whole, Heat looks like he takes nothing seriously. A smile is almost always plastered on his face and his posture speaks of laziness more than anything else. After acquiring his powers, he began taking on a red color scheme, dyeing his spiky hair neon red, wearing red contact lenses, and taking to punk-ish maroon clothes.

Personality:
Heat seeks thrills. Like his name, he wishes life to be hot and spicy. The advent of superpowers is just the thing to hit him where it hurts good. He has a way with playing with others' sense of humor; were it not for the whole 'criminal record' thing, Heat might have turned out a damn good stand-up comedian. His daily activities reflect his outlook on life. A loud and proud squatter, he relishes in wandering around town, making people laugh, and running away into the sewers when his jokes go too far. Not afraid to do dirty to do what he feels is right, is his ideal. Heat has long since cast away the lie that is dignity.

Biography:
Trailer trash summed up Harry O'Brien very well. A son birthed from a less than cordial family, he grew up in unfavorable conditions, deprived of amenities people above his station often take for granted. Caught in the crossfire of a domestic warzone at home, he preferred to live a life outside what is comfortable. Harry began to appreciate what it meant to live on the edge. Some edgy urbanites would kill to experience what he experienced.

Run-ins with the law and subsequent time in juvie weren't all that uncommon for him. This uncomfortable life of crime became in itself comfortable. It amused Harry, how the kids on the block all saw him as this cool boy with the drugs while he took advantage of their curiosity. 'Is this all I needed to feel accepted?' he asks. This time of self-searching was about the time when he awakened to his powers of ice. It was by petting a dog and accidentally freezing its abdomen, killing it instantly.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was damn cool. He wonders what more he can achieve with this stone cold power. He wonders how many more out there are just like him, and how accepting they would be of the brave new world. Taking the name 'Heat' as a gaffe, he operated in the underground to make this nation a true land of the free(ze). The urbanites need a bit of excitement in their lives, Heat'll scratch that itch they never knew they had.

Powers:

• Cryokinesis. Contrary to his name, Heat's power relates to ice. He is able to generate ice from any point on his body, gradually dropping the immediate room temperature to a few degrees below the freezing point as he does so. He may dictate the color of his ice, which he most often makes red. Though his body is resistant to extremely cold temperatures, overusing his cryokinesis leads to widespread frostbite overtaking his vital organs.
• Temperature Resistance. Heat's has a much, much higher tolerance for cold temperatures. Conversely, he also has a much, much higher vulnerability to high temperatures. He can manipulate the air around him to cool him down, but even that is a temporary solution.

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