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CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Elle Miller

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It was only a few minutes until the bell, but the students of Mr. Franklin’s last U.S. History class of the day were already packing their bags. Elle was among them, but she still listened as he half-heartedly announced that they’d have the weekend to do the worksheet he provided not ten minutes prior. Most of the class hadn’t even given the worksheet a second thought, but Elle was now sticking the already completed assignment into a folder for safe keeping. This class was nothing short of boring to her. Mr. Franklin was the type to cover the entire syllabus, but with as little enthusiasm as possible. The most energy she’d seen come from the man was when he went into tangents about what “really” happened in history instead of the sugar-coated, American loving version of events. At this point Elle showed to the class for the grade and not for the teacher himself.

As the announcement began Elle chose to sit back in her seat and stare out of the window. The three day weekend wasn’t that thrilling after only one week of school, but she was looking forward to the quiet at the house. Pete, her step-dad, and her mother were going on a weekend trip out of town for the holiday. This meant that Elle could come and go from the house as much as she pleased without any judgement or harassment. She was excited to have the house to herself, even if she wasn’t going to spend much time there. She just had to hope that Pete left some money for food on the table and forgot to lock up her mom’s stash of liquor. That’s all she needed from them, really. She wasn’t even going to bother with seeing them before they left today. In fact, she was pretty sure that Pete mentioned he was leaving work early today to get started on their drive. They were most likely out of town by now. Elle felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders at that thought. A weekend without Pete, and a weekend without her mother’s inebriated behavior.

This thought was already out of her mind as she stepped into the hallway. Elle slipped through the bustling hall without much notice. The perks of being a small fry, she assumed. As she approached her locker she heard some girls talking about Rad-Chad’s birthday party on Sunday night. Elle reached for her skateboard as she listened. It didn’t sound like the company at the party would be worth anything, but all Elle really heard about it was that there would be free food and drinks. Which meant that it would be a perfect way to spend her Sunday night. She knew little about Chad himself, but she did know that there was always something going on at his parties that made them worthwhile. With that decision made, Elle tucked her board under her arm and made her way out of the front doors.

As she stepped outside Elle took a moment to observe the chaos in the parking lot. She took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air and had a moment of peace within the gentle breeze of the day. Her shoulders went slack and she closed her eyes briefly. She could feel the warmth of the sun against her cheeks. Something about the day just seemed… oddly too perfect. Elle opened her eyes again and turned towards the source of the breeze. She then glimpsed none other than Evelyn Noblezada walking past. Of course. Elle thought with a small smirk. While Evelyn’s aura made her feel like a new person, giddy and excited to be alive, Elle knew better than to act on those impulses with Evelyn around. She wasn’t as susceptible to Evelyn’s charm as the rest of the student body, despite the girl’s alluring power. Evelyn was a charming snake and Elle knew to take her seriously. Before she could be consumed by Evelyn’s energy, Elle turned and left the zone of surrealness to head towards home. She knew she was out of Evelyn’s range as soon as sobriety hit her like a breath of fresh September air.

Elle took advantage of the lingering energy from Evelyn’s passing and decided to take the long way home on her skateboard. Not before sticking her headphones in her ears and hitting shuffle on her shitty little black iPod nano. The music began to play, and Elle took to her board down the streets of Leesburgh.

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

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CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Elle Miller

Elle Miller

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Born For This ~ Paramore

BASIC INFO

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Name: Elodie “Elle” Miller
Age: 16
Year: Junior
Gender: F

APPEARANCE:

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Height: 5’3”

Weight: 115 lbs

Skin Color: Warm Ivory

Physical Description: Elle has a small stature, but she makes up for it with a gaze that looks right into your soul. Just because she has to look up at people doesn’t mean that she looks up to them. Her eyes are a muddy hazel with bits of blue, and she always looks a bit bored unless something interesting is taking place. She isn’t afraid to show what she’s thinking and easily does it with her expressions. Her eyebrows are thick and used regularly to express her emotions, they’re the same color as her shoulder length chestnut hair. Which is brushed but rarely styled. Sometimes seen in a half-assed bun or ponytail if she wants it out of her face. She also braids her hair if she’s trying to look nice. If she wears makeup it’s only to accentuate her freckles and make her long eyelashes darker. She wears eyeliner with a simple cat eye only when she feels like it. Sometimes she’ll add a little dot under her left eye as a false beauty mark just for fun.

Although she’s small, she can pack a mean punch. She’s built up enough muscle and calluses over the years thanks to skating that she isn’t afraid to get into a fight. Hasn’t happened yet. Yet... She stands as tall as she can, really, but her shoulders slouch as soon as she’s relaxed. Most of the time her hands are in her pockets or hiding in her sleeves. She paints her nails and files them herself; they look great even if a few are chipped.

Clothing: Elle’s style is the epitome of 2010’s grunge aesthetic but leans more toward the skater girl type than the preppy version of it. That means Vans, boots, Converse, ripped jeans, flannels, baggy hoodies, fishnets or tights, and an overall aura of “who cares.” Elle has never stepped foot inside of an Aeropostale and is convinced she would incinerate if she ever tried. She doesn’t mind Hollister or American Eagle’s styles, but she’s only been able to afford one flannel or hoodie from each over her time as a teen. All of her clothes were thrifted or hand me downs from cousins, but Elle believes it gives her style a unique character instead of dressing like everyone else.

Elle’s ensembles are mostly loose articles of clothing, but as she matures she has at least one piece that reveals her figure. Whether it’s baggy jeans with holes in them, a tight top underneath an open flannel, or skinny jeans with a loose hoodie or shirt, Elle always has one piece in her fit to remind people that she has a body underneath the layers.

Elle sticks to neutral tones such as black, white, and brown. Any color that may appear in her outfits would be from bright graphic tees or other neutral tones like green and blue. She is always sporting the color black at all times because it is the color she is most comfortable in.

Elle is comfortable wearing gold and silver jewelry. She wears multiple rings at times, only stud earrings or hoops, and necklaces that are thick chains or have unique pendants hanging from them.

Voice: Elle’s voice is low and strong. She sounds like the kind of girl that would, and occasionally does, say dude or bro, but she has moments where her voice raises because of excitement. Think of Marceline from Adventure Time but more serious. It can also be low and monotonous when she’s pissed off. Her voice alone could make someone hesitate. If you’re not the type to provoke her she sounds chill and open to talk about anything. Her voice is inviting if she decides to speak in front of you.

PERSONALITY:

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Character Traits: At first glance Elle appears unapproachable to those with less confidence than most. Her face remains expressionless until something catches her interest and that can be intimidating. For those with strong personalities and feel secure in their part of society, Elle just appears bored. Stoners might think she’s just high. The rest may see her as shy or as a mystery. To put it plainly, Elle is nothing like what most people assume of her.

Elle seems like such a wallflower to most, but to her friends she is so much more than that. She’s cunning, funny, caring in her own weird way, and she’s only quiet because she’s thinking. She stands up for herself and for her friends. She won’t let anyone ruin her fun, and she’ll leave if something is boring or going the way she doesn’t want it to. Her type is chaotic neutral. It’d be lawful if she didn’t believe that rules were meant to bend or break.

She’s quiet, but that doesn’t mean she has nothing to say. She talks back if she thinks it’s necessary; she can have the most attitude of anyone in the room. Sometimes the look on her face is enough, but her attitude might be why she doesn’t have many friends. If you hang around her, she either likes you enough to act right or keeps you in check by calling you out.

Elle is a little short-tempered. There are many reasons that Elle is this way, but she’s especially pissed when people look at her or act like she’s a freak just because she was born after 1992. While most of the school are CL’s at this point, there are still seniors who were born without the radiation’s influence. The worst of it comes from their parents, who parade around town like the CL’s are contagious. Elle’s had a run-in with that mani-pedi, blonde blowout bitch Karen once before and she was incredibly tempted to shave her head while she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings.

Elle is above that, of course, but there might be a day where she takes her revenge. Perhaps it’ll happen on her last day in Leesburgh.

Bonds: Elle just tries her best to live life right. She might get up to mischief but it's just fun and games. She loves to skate and party. Her real goal is to move out of Leesburgh and go to college. Maybe she’ll be a writer, or maybe she’ll teach English. As long as she isn’t stuck in Leesburgh forever.

Activities: Elle isn’t much of an after-school extracurricular type of girl, but she does show at some of the football or soccer games if her friends ask her to go. In school she’s only in one club and that’s the Lit. Club. She loves to read and is actually acing English Lit., but prefers to be active instead. If you were to look for Elle after school or on a weekend she’d be found at the Summer Park’s skate park, downtown where there’s plenty of concrete, or hiding out at The Pile. There are also times when Elle goes to the skate rink. Her favorite places to grab food are at the hometown diner, the only Mexican restaurant within miles, or the pizza joint. She also likes to eat at Helen’s house, but she’ll never say it out loud. Eating out for Elle is rare, so she’ll usually head home when she gets hungry. If Elle goes to a party, she’s really only there for her friends and the free drinks. She gets high only when the provider shares or if she has extra cash to spend. Since money is a problem, Elle usually just spends her time skating.

Skills:

• Anything with Wheels: Elle has spent most of her free time out riding around the town. Her main form of transportation is a skateboard, but Elle is also skilled in bicycles, quad skates or rollerblades, longboards, scooters, and the like. The only motorized wheels she’s had experience with is one joy ride in her mom’s old mustang. She doesn’t have her license yet, but she’s confident she’ll pass if she can keep her foot off of the pedal.
• Basic Cooking: Elle understands the basics of cooking. Her best dishes are deliciously sick grilled cheese sandwiches and spaghetti. She’s had to make herself plenty of meals that weren’t just frozen dinners and cereal.
• Sleight of Hand: While Elle isn’t exactly proud of this skill, she’s had to pick it up in order to make ends meet at home. The ability to be unseen has made it easier to pickpocket, sure, but it’s all about the precision when it comes to removing a wallet or watch without being felt. Don’t worry, she only takes from assholes or thieves anyways.
• A Good Arm: Like previously said, Elle can throw a punch. It doesn’t really matter how small you are; if you know how to swing your arm right you can land a solid blow. Her hand might hurt like a bitch afterwards but she’ll at least disorient her opponent enough to escape or go for the nuts or eyes next.

BACKSTORY

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Backstory: Elle’s history isn’t something she hides, but she isn’t proud of. Her parents were teens in love. After the spaceship rained down on the city, they grew closer over the shared stress of the new world around them. Getting pregnant was the last thing on their minds, let alone giving birth to a baby with powers.

Normal parenting is hard enough. To raise a baby that could disappear at random made it even more difficult. For a few years the young parents tried to raise their little Elodie as best as they could. Imagine changing the diaper of an infant who flickers in and out of sight, or feeding a baby who refuses to eat and disappears the moment they pick up a spoon. Can’t pretend its an airplane if you don’t know where to land it. When Elodie began to crawl and walk the parents’ stress multiplied. Her father was having a hard time keeping a job because he was still young and foolish. Her mother was stuck at home with the baby all day because her family kicked her out of the house for getting pregnant before marriage and her father’s family were alcoholics who refused to love a “freak.”

The stress became too much for the young parents and they soon split. Elodie’s father left Leesburgh and was never seen or heard from again. Her mother did her best to raise Elle, but on the nights she could get away from being a single parent she partied and got high.

By the earliest time Elle could fend for herself, her mother was out most nights. Sure, momma brought home money, or dated men who had money, but it never lasted. The two lived in a shabby apartment until Elle was 14. Her mother married a man she met at the bar. Apparently it was love at first sight, but Elle still thinks that her mother could do better. The man thinks Elle is a freak, but he still gave her a room and pays for her books and schooling. At least she’s a smart freak.

Her mother holds a small job selling Avon makeup, but she really just smokes and sits at home dreaming of a life she never had. Her mom still loves Elle, of course, but those moments are rare and not to be counted on. So Elle began to spend more time out of the house and focused on her studies. She plans to leave Leesburgh the second she graduates.

POWERS:

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Description: Invisibility: Elle has the ability to bend the light around any object she choses, rendering it completely invisible to any living creature’s eye/s. This means that she can also bend the light around her own body. She and any object she chooses can move about an area without visible detection. Elle is also able to bend the light around certain parts of an object as well. An example of that would be to render her arm invisible, and yet the rest of her body is in full view. Also to conceal an item on her body or in her hands.

Limitations: Elle is only able to manipulate the visible light spectrum. This means that she is unable to hide herself or an object from any imaging or sensors that use other wavelengths of light.

To bend the light around an object takes only a second, but Elle also has to ensure that no one has seen her make the object or herself disappear to get the full effect. This means that Elle has to find cover before using her ability if she doesn’t want anyone to see her walk into/out of a room unnoticed.

On the current date Elle has been able to conceal an object or living thing for up to 48 minutes without fatigue. Concealing multiple objects at once decreases the amount of time hidden by minutes depending on the size of the object. At the moment the largest object Elle is able to hide is a sedan. She can hold its invisibility for about five minutes with strain.

Weaknesses: Infrared technology such as night vision goggles or a near-infrared LED or laser can spot Elle or the object she is hiding. This means thermal imaging, heat sensors, and motion detectors ( like cameras, lights, or sensors) will trigger if she passes by. To put it plainly, any infrared sensing or projecting object will detect her. Black lights render her ability useless as well, which pisses her off. Oddly enough, Elle’s image will not process fully on any type of infrared imaging such as a security camera. Instead, the light around her appears scattered and blurry. This has the ASA agents convinced that Elle’s light manipulation affects the wavelength of the infrared by the smallest fraction. Yet it is effective in concealing the identity of herself or any object she is hiding. This doesn’t mean that Elle can rob a bank and get away with it. Any ASA agent aware of her ability could instantly pin her for the crime with one security video or photograph.

Becoming invisible is as easy as riding her board, but concealing her presence entirely is near impossible. Anyone with a nose, working eyes or ears, and touchy feelers can detect her presence easily. They could smell the faint traces of cigarettes and shampoo, hear her skateboard rolling down the pavement or the soft steps of her feet, or reach out and brush their hand against an unseen object. In crowded areas it’s easy to blend into the natural chaos, but in a quiet space Elle has to be cautious. If she needs a quick getaway she has to use her feet and tread very lightly. No rolling away with her middle finger in the air if she wants to get away without notice.

SCHOOLING

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Favorite Subject: English Literature

Least-Favorite Subject: History

Grades: A Student; Could be valedictorian if she cared about it.

Embarrassing Moment: Elle jumped the stairs on her board in 8th grade, missed the landing, and tripped the principal when the board got away from her. She landed a week in detention and couldn’t have her board on school property for the rest of the year. She still feels bad for the guy.

Other Information: In the future when Tumblr hits its peak, Elle will become one of the top bloggers for her aesthetic and humor but never reveal her face or identity.

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Elle Miller

Elle Miller

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theme

Born For This ~ Paramore

BASIC INFO

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Name: Elodie “Elle” Miller
Age: 16
Year: Junior
Gender: F

APPEARANCE:

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Height: 5’3”

Weight: 115 lbs

Skin Color: Warm Ivory

Physical Description: Elle has a small stature, but she makes up for it with a gaze that looks right into your soul. Just because she has to look up at people doesn’t mean that she looks up to them. Her eyes are a muddy hazel with bits of blue, and she always looks a bit bored unless something interesting is taking place. She isn’t afraid to show what she’s thinking and easily does it with her expressions. Her eyebrows are thick and used regularly to express her emotions, they’re the same color as her shoulder length chestnut hair. Which is brushed but rarely styled. Sometimes seen in a half-assed bun or ponytail if she wants it out of her face. She also braids her hair if she’s trying to look nice. If she wears makeup it’s only to accentuate her freckles and make her long eyelashes darker. She wears eyeliner with a simple cat eye only when she feels like it. Sometimes she’ll add a little dot under her left eye as a false beauty mark just for fun.

Although she’s small, she can pack a mean punch. She’s built up enough muscle and calluses over the years thanks to skating that she isn’t afraid to get into a fight. Hasn’t happened yet. Yet... She stands as tall as she can, really, but her shoulders slouch as soon as she’s relaxed. Most of the time her hands are in her pockets or hiding in her sleeves. She paints her nails and files them herself; they look great even if a few are chipped.

Clothing: Elle’s style is the epitome of 2010’s grunge aesthetic but leans more toward the skater girl type than the preppy version of it. That means Vans, boots, Converse, ripped jeans, flannels, baggy hoodies, fishnets or tights, and an overall aura of “who cares.” Elle has never stepped foot inside of an Aeropostale and is convinced she would incinerate if she ever tried. She doesn’t mind Hollister or American Eagle’s styles, but she’s only been able to afford one flannel or hoodie from each over her time as a teen. All of her clothes were thrifted or hand me downs from cousins, but Elle believes it gives her style a unique character instead of dressing like everyone else.

Elle’s ensembles are mostly loose articles of clothing, but as she matures she has at least one piece that reveals her figure. Whether it’s baggy jeans with holes in them, a tight top underneath an open flannel, or skinny jeans with a loose hoodie or shirt, Elle always has one piece in her fit to remind people that she has a body underneath the layers.

Elle sticks to neutral tones such as black, white, and brown. Any color that may appear in her outfits would be from bright graphic tees or other neutral tones like green and blue. She is always sporting the color black at all times because it is the color she is most comfortable in.

Elle is comfortable wearing gold and silver jewelry. She wears multiple rings at times, only stud earrings or hoops, and necklaces that are thick chains or have unique pendants hanging from them.

Voice: Elle’s voice is low and strong. She sounds like the kind of girl that would, and occasionally does, say dude or bro, but she has moments where her voice raises because of excitement. Think of Marceline from Adventure Time but more serious. It can also be low and monotonous when she’s pissed off. Her voice alone could make someone hesitate. If you’re not the type to provoke her she sounds chill and open to talk about anything. Her voice is inviting if she decides to speak in front of you.

PERSONALITY:

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Character Traits: At first glance Elle appears unapproachable to those with less confidence than most. Her face remains expressionless until something catches her interest and that can be intimidating. For those with strong personalities and feel secure in their part of society, Elle just appears bored. Stoners might think she’s just high. The rest may see her as shy or as a mystery. To put it plainly, Elle is nothing like what most people assume of her.

Elle seems like such a wallflower to most, but to her friends she is so much more than that. She’s cunning, funny, caring in her own weird way, and she’s only quiet because she’s thinking. She stands up for herself and for her friends. She won’t let anyone ruin her fun, and she’ll leave if something is boring or going the way she doesn’t want it to. Her type is chaotic neutral. It’d be lawful if she didn’t believe that rules were meant to bend or break.

She’s quiet, but that doesn’t mean she has nothing to say. She talks back if she thinks it’s necessary; she can have the most attitude of anyone in the room. Sometimes the look on her face is enough, but her attitude might be why she doesn’t have many friends. If you hang around her, she either likes you enough to act right or keeps you in check by calling you out.

Elle is a little short-tempered. There are many reasons that Elle is this way, but she’s especially pissed when people look at her or act like she’s a freak just because she was born after 1992. While most of the school are CL’s at this point, there are still seniors who were born without the radiation’s influence. The worst of it comes from their parents, who parade around town like the CL’s are contagious. Elle’s had a run-in with that mani-pedi, blonde blowout bitch Karen once before and she was incredibly tempted to shave her head while she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings.

Elle is above that, of course, but there might be a day where she takes her revenge. Perhaps it’ll happen on her last day in Leesburgh.

Bonds: Elle just tries her best to live life right. She might get up to mischief but it's just fun and games. She loves to skate and party. Her real goal is to move out of Leesburgh and go to college. Maybe she’ll be a writer, or maybe she’ll teach English. As long as she isn’t stuck in Leesburgh forever.

Activities: Elle isn’t much of an after-school extracurricular type of girl, but she does show at some of the football or soccer games if her friends ask her to go. In school she’s only in one club and that’s the Lit. Club. She loves to read and is actually acing English Lit., but prefers to be active instead. If you were to look for Elle after school or on a weekend she’d be found at the Summer Park’s skate park, downtown where there’s plenty of concrete, or hiding out at The Pile. There are also times when Elle goes to the skate rink. Her favorite places to grab foo lol d are at the hometown diner, the only Mexican restaurant within miles, or the pizza joint. She also likes to eat at Helen’s house, but she’ll never say it out loud. Eating out for Elle is rare, so she’ll usually head home when she gets hungry. If Elle goes to a party, she’s really only there for her friends and the free drinks. She gets high only when the provider shares or if she has extra cash to spend. Since money is a problem, Elle usually just spends her time skating.

Skills:

• Anything with Wheels: Elle has spent most of her free time out riding around the town. Her main form of transportation is a skateboard, but Elle is also skilled in bicycles, quad skates or rollerblades, longboards, scooters, and the like. The only motorized wheels she’s had experience with is one joy ride in her mom’s old mustang. She doesn’t have her license yet, but she’s confident she’ll pass if she can keep her foot off of the pedal.
• Basic Cooking: Elle understands the basics of cooking. Her best dishes are deliciously sick grilled cheese sandwiches and spaghetti. She’s had to make herself plenty of meals that weren’t just frozen dinners and cereal.
• Sleight of Hand: While Elle isn’t exactly proud of this skill, she’s had to pick it up in order to make ends meet at home. The ability to be unseen has made it easier to pickpocket, sure, but it’s all about the precision when it comes to removing a wallet or watch without being felt. Don’t worry, she only takes from assholes or thieves anyways.
• A Good Arm: Like previously said, Elle can throw a punch. It doesn’t really matter how small you are; if you know how to swing your arm right you can land a solid blow. Her hand might hurt like a bitch afterwards but she’ll at least disorient her opponent enough to escape or go for the nuts or eyes next.

BACKSTORY

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Backstory: Elle’s history isn’t something she hides, but she isn’t proud of. Her parents were teens in love. After the spaceship rained down on the city, they grew closer over the shared stress of the new world around them. Getting pregnant was the last thing on their minds, let alone giving birth to a baby with powers.

Normal parenting is hard enough. To raise a baby that could disappear at random made it even more difficult. For a few years the young parents tried to raise their little Elodie as best as they could. Imagine changing the diaper of an infant who flickers in and out of sight, or feeding a baby who refuses to eat and disappears the moment they pick up a spoon. Can’t pretend its an airplane if you don’t know where to land it. When Elodie began to crawl and walk the parents’ stress multiplied. Her father was having a hard time keeping a job because he was still young and foolish. Her mother was stuck at home with the baby all day because her family kicked her out of the house for getting pregnant before marriage and her father’s family were alcoholics who refused to love a “freak.”

The stress became too much for the young parents and they soon split. Elodie’s father left Leesburgh and was never seen or heard from again. Her mother did her best to raise Elle, but on the nights she could get away from being a single parent she partied and got high.

By the earliest time Elle could fend for herself, her mother was out most nights. Sure, momma brought home money, or dated men who had money, but it never lasted. The two lived in a shabby apartment until Elle was 14. Her mother married a man she met at the bar. Apparently it was love at first sight, but Elle still thinks that her mother could do better. The man thinks Elle is a freak, but he still gave her a room and pays for her books and schooling. At least she’s a smart freak.

Her mother holds a small job selling Avon makeup, but she really just smokes and sits at home dreaming of a life she never had. Her mom still loves Elle, of course, but those moments are rare and not to be counted on. So Elle began to spend more time out of the house and focused on her studies. She plans to leave Leesburgh the second she graduates.

POWERS:

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Description: Invisibility: Elle has the ability to bend the light around any object she choses, rendering it completely invisible to any living creature’s eye/s. This means that she can also bend the light around her own body. She and any object she chooses can move about an area without visible detection. Elle is also able to bend the light around certain parts of an object as well. An example of that would be to render her arm invisible, and yet the rest of her body is in full view. Also to conceal an item on her body or in her hands.

Limitations: Elle is only able to manipulate the visible light spectrum. This means that she is unable to hide herself or an object from any imaging or sensors that use other wavelengths of light.

To bend the light around an object takes only a second, but Elle also has to ensure that no one has seen her make the object or herself disappear to get the full effect. This means that Elle has to find cover before using her ability if she doesn’t want anyone to see her walk into/out of a room unnoticed.

On the current date Elle has been able to conceal an object or living thing for up to 48 minutes without fatigue. Concealing multiple objects at once decreases the amount of time hidden by minutes depending on the size of the object. At the moment the largest object Elle is able to hide is a sedan. She can hold its invisibility for about five minutes with strain.

Weaknesses: Infrared technology such as night vision goggles or a near-infrared LED or laser can spot Elle or the object she is hiding. This means thermal imaging, heat sensors, and motion detectors ( like cameras, lights, or sensors) will trigger if she passes by. To put it plainly, any infrared sensing or projecting object will detect her. Black lights render her ability useless as well, which pisses her off. Oddly enough, Elle’s image will not process fully on any type of infrared imaging such as a security camera. Instead, the light around her appears scattered and blurry. This has the ASA agents convinced that Elle’s light manipulation affects the wavelength of the infrared by the smallest fraction. Yet it is effective in concealing the identity of herself or any object she is hiding. This doesn’t mean that Elle can rob a bank and get away with it. Any ASA agent aware of her ability could instantly pin her for the crime with one security video or photograph.

Becoming invisible is as easy as riding her board, but concealing her presence entirely is near impossible. Anyone with a nose, working eyes or ears, and touchy feelers can detect her presence easily. They could smell the faint traces of cigarettes and shampoo, hear her skateboard rolling down the pavement or the soft steps of her feet, or reach out and brush their hand against an unseen object. In crowded areas it’s easy to blend into the natural chaos, but in a quiet space Elle has to be cautious. If she needs a quick getaway she has to use her feet and tread very lightly. No rolling away with her middle finger in the air if she wants to get away without notice.

SCHOOLING

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Favorite Subject: English Literature

Least-Favorite Subject: History

Grades: A Student; Could be valedictorian if she cared about it.

Embarrassing Moment: Elle jumped the stairs on her board in 8th grade, missed the landing, and tripped the principal when the board got away from her. She landed a week in detention and couldn’t have her board on school property for the rest of the year. She still feels bad for the guy.

Other Information: In the future when Tumblr hits its peak, Elle will become one of the top bloggers for her aesthetic and humor but never reveal her face or identity.

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Everyone bleeds and feels the same. It’s what’s inside that counts, not what a person can or can’t do."	Sophie Hayes ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ═══B A S I C O V E R V I E W═══ NAME: Sophie Hayes | NICKNAMES: Soph | AGE: 23 | ETHNICITY: American European | PRONOUNS: She/Her | HEIGHT: 5’7” | WEIGHT: 156 lbs | ....................................................................................................

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Physical Evaluation

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"They'll miss me on the field."
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▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Sophie is a bit above average height. She has a curvy frame, but her muscles are toned from her years of sports and staying active. Her legs are her strongest feature thanks to years of an active life. Her hair is dyed a light blonde and ends at her shoulders. She keeps it naturally straight and well managed. Her eyes are a gunmetal blue and her eyebrows reveal her naturally brown hair color. She stands tall and confident in her posture. She is light on her feet and moves with some caution because she is aware of the dangers of her ability if she is reckless. Thankfully after her time in the academy she's learned to avoid any messy bumps.

▼ ATTIRE:

Sophie is the type of person that can pull off anything, but her usual style is more of a sporty casual. She wears anything that allows comfort and ease of movement, such as joggers, leggings, or sweats with various pairs of sneakers or slip ons. Underneath a jacket, hoodie, or button-down she wears either a graphic tee or tank top. Depending on the weather, she’ll either wear a ball cap or beanie, and she’ll just wear her hair up in a ponytail or loose around her shoulders. As for makeup, she usually just brushes her brows and puts on mascara, and she always has chapstick on hand.

Psychological Evaluation

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"Hey, I'm Sophie. If you ever need anything, I'm your girl.”
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▼ PERSONALITY:

Sophie’s life has always been about adventure. She’s been an outgoing and bright girl since the day she was born. After being exposed to the deltacrystal she spent some time hiding who she was. It only took a few months at the academy for her spirit to return.

She's certainly not a genius but she always speaks her mind and has confidence in her words; she only shows caution when it involves the feelings of another person or if she has something to hide. When she came to the academy, all she wanted was to work hard enough to be a FAMA agent herself. After four years it's seems that her dream will come true. She just has to be patient now and hope that her dedication to the Academy has paid off. If she is accepted by FAMA, she hopes to work with the cases of young or new deltahumans. Her dream is to help others who are struggling with their new identity, just like she did.

That said, Sophie has a kind heart and a need to make everyone around her happy. If their happiness is threatened, she’ll do her best to eliminate the issue. Which, unfortunately, often doesn’t go as well as she hoped. She’s still human, after all.

▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:

Sophie knows a bit about mechanics and housework. She can pick a lock, thanks to her dad’s constant “fix the doorknob” jobs in which the key was lost and they needed to get into a house/room before replacing the knob. Thanks to a special class at the Academy she also knows basic self defense and understands FAMA regulations and requirements.

Background Data

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"It's been a long time since I touched that deltacrystal. In a way, I'm glad I did."
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▼ BACKSTORY:

Sophie grew up in a small city located in Arizona with her mother, father, and twin sister Emma. While Emma and Sophie shared their looks and clothes, they did not act the same way. Emma was more of a homebody. She’d go to school, come home to do her homework, and either help their mother with cooking or read a book to pass the time. Sophie, on the other hand, became more and more independent as she grew. She spent her early years helping her father with his job and doing sports. He was a fixer. He fixed cars, houses, plumbing, doorknobs, paint jobs, any sort of around-thehouse work that the rich people were too busy or lazy to do themselves. Once she was old enough to be out on her own, she started hanging out with her friends at the local park. She still kept up with her grades. They weren’t stellar like Emma’s, but they were still a smidge above average.

One summer, when Sophie had just turned fourteen , she spent most of her time out roaming the suburbs with her friends. They’d ride their bikes down to the creek and dip their feet in or eat ice cream while they chatted in the park. It was fun for a bit, but soon her friends grew bored. It was too hot in the sun, and staying inside their houses just wasn’t the same. The community pool was nice, but only in the mornings before the sun cooked the concrete.

It was then that one of Sophie’s friend’s suggested they check out one of the local caves. Sophie was apprehensive at first. Her parents always told her to avoid the caves, but after her friend explained that their older sister had gone before, Sophie was okay with it. In fact, the moment they made it to the cave she felt excited and ready to explore every inch of it. When she stepped inside it looked much smaller than she expected. It was much dirtier too, with empty beer cans and old socks lying around. Disappointed by what she saw, Sophie was just about to leave when her flashlight caught a glimpse of something in a crevice in the cave wall. Something shiny and red. She asked her friend if their older sister had found anything in the cave before. Her friend just shrugged it off. Their sister only came to the cave to drink or get high. They didn’t care about what was in it, but something within Sophie told her that she had to know what it was.

Sophie stepped up to the crevice and shone her flashlight inside. There was something red stuck in the cave wall. Her curiosity peaked, and she stuck her hand through the crack just enough to touch the crystal with the tips of her fingers. At first she didn’t feel anything, and then a wave of energy passed through her like a lightning bolt. Sophie jumped back. The crystal shook and the cave wall cracked where it was. Sophie was shaking, and her friends had almost pissed themselves because of what just happened.

She was unharmed, but rattled enough by the experience that Sophie demanded to go home immediately. She didn’t take her time, either. She made the quarter mile walk back to their bikes in less than two minutes and went straight home. Little did she know, she’d just come in contact with an undiscovered deltacrystal.

Time passed, and Sophie almost forgot about the incident. Almost. She’d returned to normal, but she felt like something had changed. Like there was this energy inside her just sitting there. She didn’t know how to get it out no matter how hard she exercised, and she didn’t want to tell her parents because she knew she'd get in trouble. So, she kept it to herself.

This energy didn’t show itself until the end of summer. Sophie was riding her bike to a friend’s house for a sleepover. She was passing through a normally safe neighborhood when a teenager in a Honda Civic missed a stop sign and sped through the intersection, heading straight for her. The only thing Sophie could do was scream. As if on instinct, she threw up her arm to stop the car and they bounced off of each other like two magnets of the same polarity. Sophie was thrown backwards and hit the pavement, and the car was shoved away until it skidded to a stop. Her ability saved her and also saved the teenager from an unfortunate mistake.

Sophie thought she'd hit her head hard enough to forget the moment the car hit her, but it just so happened that the driver’s girlfriend in the passenger seat had been recording when it happened. There was hard evidence that the car never touched her, that Sophie stopped it herself. When the police arrived, the girlfriend showed it to the police so that her boyfriend wouldn’t get busted for reckless driving. Thus, Sophie was registered by FAMA.

Now that Sophie was fully aware that she was a deltahuman, that she had touched a deltacrystal, and the organization that was FAMA now had control of her life, she became obsessed with the mystery behind FAMA and the deltacrystals. She’d never had a calling before, so this must be it. She wanted to put her ability to use now that she was stuck with it.

Unfortunately, now that she was one of the few deltahumans in town, the only deltahuman in school, and had gotten the caves sealed off because of FAMA’s deltacrystal investigation, Sophie and her twin Emma were bullied. Well, Emma was only bullied at first because they mistook her for her freak sister, but then they began to bully her just because she was related. It got to the point that Emma would sometimes come home crying. Emma even stopped talking to her to avoid association.

Sophie soon began to lose her friends as well. A few stuck around because they cared for her, but sometimes Sophie would use her ability on accident and it scared them, or they were bullied for being her friend to the point that they avoided her for their own sake. Sophie once accidentally deflected a high five from the only teacher that would come near her. Her poor english teacher had to be sent home for a concussion and a dislocated shoulder.

Sophie began to tread lightly in school now. She was very cautious of what she touched and how she did it. People stopped bullying her. She was ashamed that they were scared of her, but at least she had peace now. Well, she had peace until she found out that the bullies just moved onto her sister instead.

One day she found a group gathered around Emma. They were taunting her. Some of them considered her a loser for being the normal twin, and some of them would call her siding with the freaks for being Sophie's sister. Sophie was so angry with them for attacking her sister that she punched the main bully right in the nose. He was lucky that her ability hadn't activated yet, but it did when he tried to hit her back. Instead of giving her a free dental appointment, Sophie's deflection sent him flying through a nearby window.

Sophie was homeschooled for the rest of the year, until FAMA could accept her into one of their “delinquent” facilities. Academy 003. Emma was homeschooled too, and the twins were forced to bond through their mutual at-home studying. Sophie was glad that they were acting like sisters again, even if they couldn't leave the house.

She went to Academy 003 the fall after. While she was nervous to go under her situation, she was excited to train with a FAMA academy. This was her ticket into FAMA. She had to impress them. For four years at FAMA, Sophie studied hard, practiced every day, and soon had a better understanding of her ability, it’s limits, and it’s dangers. She now hopes that it was good enough for FAMA to accept her as one of their own.

Power Evaluation

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"I basically manipulate physics."
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▼ CLASSIFICATION:

Type-Red

▼ POWER INFORMATION:

Deflection: Sophie has the ability to deflect projectiles or blunt force by using fields centered around her body. While she isn't a physics genius, Sophie understands that she is able to push an object away from her by using a field to reject the force placed upon it. Now that she is trained to control it, she is also able to redirect that force in any direction she chooses by manipulating the field.

▼ LIMITS:

Sophie is only able to deflect an object once it is within five feet of her. She can also only deflect objects going less than or equal to the speed of a fastball. The largest object that Sophie can deflect is about the size of an average SUV. Any faster or heavier and she is only able to slow it down by a few miles per hour before it hits her.

▼ WEAKNESSES:

Unfortunately, Sophie cannot deflect any attack she is unaware of. Such as a low flying object from behind or the side. Her control of the direction of the deflected energy is also directly affected by her emotional state. If she is upset or unfocused, the force could go in any direction it chooses.

Other Information

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"I don’t do high fives. It’s for your own safety."
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Sophie's relationship with Sean Rosier was not as concrete as Wendy Lucker's, but she admired his teachings and she cares for Wendy. She has agreed to come along on the roadtrip for many reasons, but her main reason is to look out for her friends and to discover the truth. Plus, it's her first free summer in a while. Why not have a little adventure?

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

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[indent] With her own statement to the Queen concluded, Kym stepped backward to join the group again. As the girl with the crow stepped forwards to say her part, Kymir watched the queen’s stale expression. How could a woman with this much influence and wealth sit upon this throne while her homeland suffered? Kym’s gaze faltered for a moment as she suddenly thought of how the queen had also escaped a difficult life to forge a new one. The biggest difference was that this woman built a new world for herself and her people, while Kymir was trying her best to forget it.

The last to speak stepped forwards. It was the tall woman with the spear. Kymir looked over the forced bow she presented and found herself tracing the scars along her body. She’d seen scars like that before. The woman’s request only confirmed Kymir’s suspicion. Kym felt her heart sink into her stomach. Her right hand clenched into a small fist to keep it from shaking, and suddenly the room felt much warmer. Darington. Slavers. The gladiator arena. Kymir and this woman had grown up in the same city but faced much different horrors. Kym was here for the reward so that she could stay as far away from her past as possible. This woman was here because her past returned to her. Her own request seemed so foolish next to that.

The queen washed this information down with an entire glass of wine. Kymir yearned for a bottle herself, but the fire inside of her stomach now was not from alcohol.

Did this woman ever meet Mikhail? The thought was so sudden that Kymir’s hand relaxed from shock. No… She couldn’t have.

It was that moment when Kymir felt the queen’s gaze upon her. She lifted her eyes just in time to look into the woman’s gaze as she ridiculed Kym’s request. The queen was also running from her past. She too refused to return to it. Kym couldn’t blame her for that. For the fear of what could have been had she not escaped. Yet Kym did not sit upon a throne of influence and wealth such as the Queen of Exusia. Kym could not raise an army devoted to her cause. Kym never had magic on her side.

There was one outcome of this quest that did not seem so bleak. If this group were to succeed, the other woman from Darington had a chance to save her daughter. Kym vowed then and there to help her, no matter the cost. She’d never stood up for the other children at her orphanage, or the children from the streets that went missing in the night. She only had the time to worry about her own survival then; the circumstances were different now. Kymir was confident that she could help, and the first step was to give the Queen what she wanted.

To venture into places like The Sorrowfields, New Kaimeria, and (worst of all) Desolation would sound like a death sentence to any right minded individual. Kym was proud to say that she wasn’t that sort of person. How horrible could these places be after so many years of hiding from the horrors of Darington? Each of these places sounded equally treacherous, except with different types of danger to be wary of. This journey would require immeasurable amounts of stealth, brains, and a skilled hand with a weapon. Kym looked around the room and saw a good amount of each within the group that stood before her. Most of them possessed more of it than Kym herself.

The girl with the copper blonde hair requested to see the glyphs for herself and Kym nodded along. It was doubtful that the queen would allow them a night’s stay on the floating island, but she would be foolish to send them off without showing them what they would be looking for. Kym was personally interested in the information anyways. The queen hadn’t been descriptive enough to satisfy that itch.

The girl with the slouch-- had any of them introduced themselves yet? Kym only knew Artur’s, Lan’s, and Fourteen’s name at the moment. That left four of them with no title of their own except for the description Kym made up for them. She made it a point to ask them their names as the slouched one finished speaking. Kym turned her head to look at the queen. She was curious about the “insurance” as well. Was the queen aware that more glyphs would be found in those lands, or was she sending them off on a gamble? It seemed like Desolation would be the only place that could have more of these glyphs of the past. That is if the cataclysm that occurred there hadn’t wiped them away, or if the people that died there hadn’t had the time to carve them yet. Kym was also doubtful that New Kaimeria would be home to any of this information either. At least not to any information that wasn’t kept under lock and key by the Kaimerians.

“I’d also like to know if you have any information that confirms the existence of more of these glyphs. I also wish to know as much about the history of Deadwood as you can describe. Seeing the glyphs will let us know what we’re looking for, but we should also understand the history if we’re to look for it in other places.” Kym knew the general public knowledge of the creation of Deadwood, but she hoped that the queen would have a bit more insight than most.

"I accept your quest nonetheless."

Sanctuary

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Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

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Kymir finished taking in the grand sight of Exusia before her just as another member of the troupe put their weapon to… sleep. Kym’s eyes glanced over the mecha-creature with a glint of curiosity. It was the first time she’d seen a weapon like that. The user was brave to be so obvious with his magic. Kym didn’t think poorly of anyone who practiced the arts, but she was aware of the reason why the public opinion thought differently. Even so, Kym was looking forward to seeing his weapon in action. Kym noticed the next man in line step up and eye what the owner called a “magishell” with interest as well.

“I don’t… suppose my bird counts as a weapon?”

Kym’s attention was drawn to the speaker, and she took in the sight of the other archer in the room with a light smile. This young woman carried a black bird on her arm and a crossbow as long as her body. Not only that, but the girl was covered from head to toe in paper talismans. Kym’s interest in this group was growing by the second. Each person here seemed to have their own quirk. What better company than the most odd characters in an odd world. Then again, Kym hadn’t expected any normal being to take on such an impossible quest. There was even a giant golem of rock that seemed to move of its own accord, who proceeded to point a small boulder of a finger in the knight-ish man’s direction.

“You. You are a commander of authority. I respect you.”

Was there a natural leader already in place?

It was then that she heard the girl, with the lightest shade of red hair Kym had ever seen, request a moment to freshen up before meeting with her royal highness. Kym’s eyes brightened at the thought of cleaning the sand from her clothes and hair. Perhaps they could even request a bath. Oh, how she yearned for a hot bath and a glass of refreshingly cold water. Could such pleasant things be offered in Exusia to visitors from below?

“No.”

Kymir’s heart felt as if it had been crushed.

“Let us make haste. Tabitha awaits.”

“What kind of royal is named Tabitha, anyways.” Kym muttered to herself as she began to follow the group. When she noticed the nearest knight that surrounded them eye her, Kym simply smiled and tilted her head like she hadn’t said a word. She then turned her head to the side to see who she was walking next to, but found herself looking up at the tallest woman she’d seen since Darington. The woman was busy watching something else, so Kym turned her head towards the exquisite halls before them.

Soon they entered the Queen’s throneroom. Kym had to admit that she was impressed by the Queen’s taste. She was even more enthralled by the woman herself. Pale white skin, most likely as soft as a newborn’s derrière, and a tall head of bright white hair. A ruby red rose sitting perfectly within a line of pearls. The woman’s smile made Kym uncomfortable alone, but it was the way the Queen spoke to them that made Kym’s shoulders tense.

Move closer? Kym didn’t fear the woman, but she had no intention of breathing the same, blessed air as the witch queen. Her feet carefully guided her into the light of her majesty's throne. She stopped before the Queen dared to command her to.

This woman really needs to touch some grass. Kym mused to herself. Surely the grass up here wasn’t real.

“... but why? Down there, money is truly worthless when you get down to it.”

Did she really just say that?

Even after witnessing the glory of Exusia for the first time, Kym was still under the impression that this floating rock was no different than the land below. While Exusia was no doubt safer than the lands of Deadwood, Kym believed that the same dynamics of human, or inhuman, nature thrived here. A class system, racial prejudice, a means of seizing power and keeping it, and above all a master to answer to. This master in particular being a Queen of condescending nature from what Kym had gathered during these few moments. There was no guarantee that the Queen would soften if they returned with the answers she seeked. There was no reason to believe that they would be treated equally if they chose to live out the rest of their days in Exusia either. Perhaps the people would welcome them with open arms, but all of the Queen’s horses, women, and men would think of them as refugees of the lower-realm.

Kym couldn’t think of any way she could find a proper means of living here. In a place as rich as this, the cost of living was surely higher than below. She couldn’t imagine herself living as a maid, a servant, or even worse as a bar wench. She had the highest respect for the women with those roles, but she would never take such a position willingly.

The most pressing argument that Kym had against Exusia was that each citizen answered to the Queen. Kym answered to no one. Her decision to return to Alphos was made long before she stepped foot in the floating city. She would certainly have a target on her back after receiving the Queen’s reward, but she could live a much more comfortable life than before.

Each of the other’s answers were respectfully made. Kym understood why some were choosing to remain in Exusia after their journey. Deadwood certainly was a “cesspool of chaos and discord”, but that was all Kym had ever known. It was still her home, chaos and all.

Kymir nodded with respect to the man who called himself Artur of the Bastardborn. He was the first among them to deny a new life in Exusia, and also the first to let the Queen know that they weren’t amused by her tone. Kym wondered if any of the remaining party members would say the same. Would they think that Artur and herself were absolutely mad for choosing a life down below?

Kym allowed the bastard born man a moment to let his words sink in before she took a step forward. In an act of mutual respect, although she didn’t expect the same from the Queen, Kym bowed her head before she let her eyes look into the Queen’s.

“My name is Kymir. I’ve joined this quest not to live on Exusia, but to live comfortably in the place I’ve called home. I have also wondered what happened to these lands many times before and I hope that we may return one day with that knowledge.”

“I will ask only for the reward of coin. I could also hope that Exusia may consider helping the lands below if the knowledge we return with is to your satisfaction.”