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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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Life in New York was all about walking. Elle only took the subway if she didn't have the time, or if she was crossing into Brooklyn to see her parents. A hike out to the Southern Plateau of PRCU's island, all the students clad in their matching Athletic Training Uniforms, felt like nothing more than her morning commute to campus. Except Elle found herself walking at an easy pace, much slower than her usual New Yorker speed. Instead of metal buildings and the angry buzz of traffic surrounding her, Elle gazed at the trees and growing clouds above. She relished the smell of earth and salty air. She had gone out of the city a few times with her college friends, but she'd never done a hike like this before. Despite the group of new people to meet around her, Elle was too absorbed with her surroundings to really pay attention to what they were saying. She only listened when their trail guides spoke, or looked to her left or right to make sure she wouldn't bump into anyone.

By the time they reached their destination Elle had almost forgotten that they were to camp out here overnight. She'd never truly camped before, so this was certainly going to be an interesting experience. So many new experiences lately, and she had no doubt that there were plenty more to come. She was determined to see it through, whether she was sleeping on a mat or on the ground before a big event didn't matter. She quietly helped prepare a tent. Although it was more like looking to her building buddy every minute or so for guidance. It seemed simple enough, and yet she wondered if she could have done it on her own. By the time they were finished, Elle had quietly ingrained the lesson into her head. This could definitely come in handy one day.

She then moved over to the food station that had been set up. Pizza. An interesting meal after a workout, but Elle wasn't going to object. Soon she was preparing her pizza, choosing the infamous ham and pineapple for toppings. The student rep asked if anyone else was making Hawaiian and she nodded with a smile. Elle ignored anyone that scoffed about pineapple on pizza. She felt fine as she waited for her pizza to cook, but her eyes were soon starting to grow heavy as she finally moved to the fire. The exhaustion began to seep into her feet and legs as soon as she sat down. All she could offer anyone who spoke to her was a polite smile and her name in between chewing her pizza. She wanted to stay by the fire and get to know everyone. It would be vital to learn their abilities and gauge their personalities. Especially if they were to overcome the trials as a team. She had already decided that she would become the team's support. Her abilities weren't offensive, not unless it was a human that would face them, so if there were any obstacles that required force she would leave it to the teammates with physical abilities. Otherwise she would be ready to calm any anxious ones, or use her little trick to give them confidence.

Her teammates were already striking up conversations as Elle took her last bite. She happened to observe enough, just some names and how they held themselves around new people. Elle pushed herself onto her feet and wiped her hands of any residual flour and crumbs. She turned not to join the others, but for the tents. Instead of loosing sleep to learn their abilities, she'd leave it as a surprise with a fully rested mind and body. Today had been too long to fully process it all.

Elle gave her tent building buddy a wave of her hand to signal that she was turning in for the night and walked off. She picked a tent without a care in the world who would crawl in later on. A quiet spot furthest from the fire and closer to nature's music. She maneuvered her bra off without removing her shirt and stuffed it into her pack, then pulled on the PRCU hoodie before taking her spot for the night. With the distant chatter and the sound of nature a few steps away, sleep found her quickly.

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Someone was pressing their hand to her shoulder, roughly shaking it as Elle began to return to the world. She immediately sat up, hair a mess and eyes squinting into the night. Her brows furrowed, utterly confused because the tent above her mere hours ago was gone and the rain was now falling onto her head. It began to soak her clothes and bed. There was no sound of crickets and breezes through leaves. This time she heard raised voices and concerned murmurs. The person that woke her was already moving towards the commotion when she turned to pull on her sneakers. As she slid them on, the wet socks squishing against the soles in an utterly uncomfortable way, she looked over to see the tent spikes had been yanked out of the ground. "What the he-" Elle quickly stopped speaking. Her attention snapped upwards towards what now appeared in her peripherals. Hooded figures, blocking the tree line, and slowly moving inwards.

Elle shot to her feet and turned towards the figures. The figures made no offensive movements. Elle began to back away from them, her hands curling into fists, but they only slowly inched forward. Elle's eyes darted around her as she realized they were pushing any strays inwards, towards the center of the camps. They weren't attacking... yet. Elle turned her back to the figures and let them follow her towards the gathered body, where all of the teams stood together and shivering in the cold rain. Elle slowly pulled her hood up over her soaking wet hair and found a spot on the outer edge. Her hair was sticking to the sides of her face, and now began to drip down onto her collarbone. She was already starting to shiver from the cold by the time her eyes found the people that held everyone's attention. Her body went stiff- not from the cold, but because of intimidation.

She could barely hear the two figures words from her spot, and yet their tones and movements told her that these people were powerful. Her eyes scanned the ones that surrounded them, and realized all of the figures that stood guard looked exactly like the one with the mask. She thought of the girl with duplicates, and wondered if this person could mimic abilities. She began to scan the crowd for her, wondering where that girl stood now.

The one with the mask seemed to will the crowd to part with the wave of their hand. They were singling people out. One by one, they preached an awful sermon to certain students. The crowd jolted with each flick of their wrist. The person next to her fell against her when the students were forcibly parted again. She took their arms and steadied them, but she kept her focus on the masked tormentor. They were pulling people into the air now. Elle's eyes darted about each time. Was there a pattern to this? How did they know so much about the students already? Personal, intimate details were being laid out for everyone to hear. Elle grimaced when they pulled one of her Firebird teammates into the air, the boys dinosaur plush dangling next to him.

“If you come home, I will unfold your future. It doesn’t lie here, in this military academy. This is built to appease those who are beneath you. To restrain and limit you, I give you a world with no limitations, I will unfold your future.” They declared.

Elle felt her stomach twisting inside her. Those words... and the arrogance. She could barely listen to it any longer. How much more torment awaited the trapped students. What was the endgame here? Would they pluck each student from where they stood until the last one remained?

Someone had called out from the crowd. The crowd parted again, this time almost knocking Elle completely off of her feet.

"...Stand with me instead, I assure you I want you by my side and there will be no more running.” She heard as she finally regained her footing.

So that's what this was. A call to join this group. A promise of limitless power. Elle wondered if they weren't lying. No one else had jumped into action. No one tried to fight back. The teachers were standing stiffly at the front of the crowd. Elle noticed with horror that the Blackjack Advisor was missing an arm.

Elle reached within her, a curious thought running through her mind. She attempted to spread her pheromones around her, just to calm the shaking students. She wouldn't dare attempt to influence the masked one's duplicates. It was a struggle to spread it further than the three closest to her. Her theory was correct. This monster, who wielded telekinesis, -

The boy who called the masked one squid game now flew through the air towards the front-

- duplication, and god knows what else, had somehow dampened her ability. They most likely held everyone's abilities on a leash despite how powerful some of them were. That thought alone was terrifying...

Quiet words were exchanged between the masked one and their new target, and then the boy was tossed like a rag doll into the air. Elle flinched and turned her head into her hood so she wouldn't have to see where or how he landed. Lightning struck overhead, illuminating the frightened faces nearest her. She couldn't calm them this time.

Two more flashes of light, this time from within the crowd. Elle forced herself to look with the hope that something had been done about this. Only to find that another boy had stepped out from the crowd of his own volition. What happened next... Elle couldn't look away this time. The boy didn't even get the chance to pull the trigger.

"We've made our point here."

The figure's laugh left a ringing in her ears.

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Elle sniffed from where she stood by. Her face was a solemn mask. The black beret she'd never worn before had been pulled low over her forehead. Her eyes were puffy. She hadn't cried yet. No, she was still getting over a cold brought on from standing under pouring rain for over forty minutes. Those forty minutes had taken so much from the students around her. Their security, their classmates, and for some, their new friend.

Elle hadn't known Cassander Charon. Yet she knew his last moments. She knew the way his body had jerked as the masked figure shoved their hand through his chest. She wouldn't forget it. Not until she was long for this world and nearing her own end. If she even made it that far into her life.

She tried to avoid thoughts like those. The ones that made everything seem so fragile. They kept poking her at night, pulling her from the sleep that she so desperately needed to get over her cold. They'd yank her up on some invisible tether and she'd find herself dangling above her teammates. In front of her would be the masked figure, their mask streaked in the blood of the blonde boy that lay lifeless at their feet. Their hand would still be in that horrible shape as a muffled, genderless voice spoke words that didn't make sense.

Elle sniffed again and pulled a tissue from her pocket to wipe her nose.

She knew that a funeral like this was meant for bureau agents. Her agent friend back home briefly mentioned a similar one he'd attended half a year ago. To host a funeral like this for a student was a great honor. A nod to the bravery this young man demonstrated moments before his end. She tried to dismiss the nagging feeling at the pit of her gut. Should she have done something in those precious moments? No... she would have met the same end. A distraction may have given him a chance to fire that gun, but would a bullet even reach it's target?

She clenched her jaw as the raft was lit in flames. Hyperion. That was the masked figures name. She'd heard it whispered in the halls since that night. In fact, she remembered hearing about Hyperion's Children on the news one day. She did some research of her own, just to get any answers to the questions that kept her awake after the nightmares disrupted her sleep. The internet didn't have much to offer. A few days after the attack, as Elle lay ill in her bedroom, she sent a message to the agent. It had been short.

"Tell me anything you can about Hyperion's group. They just got a few more members. I'm sure you've heard already."

He hadn't gotten back to her, which only left her frustrated. The agent had been the one to suggest she come here. She knew that one day she would face hyperhumans like this. That didn't frighten her as she had agreed to come here. What did frighten her was that she hadn't been at this school for a week, and a rogue hyperhuman had already tore their way into it. She wasn't ready to face a threat yet.

Would she stand by next time, though?

Not a chance in hell.

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Her fellow classmates echoed her thoughts as the crowd began to turn away from the distant burning raft. She heard a few of the students who had been singled out that night promising revenge. Elle stood nearby, still staring out at the waves and that distant light that was now fading into nothing. The only indication that she was listening to the others speak was the twitch of her mouth when the girl that lacked any color but the makeup on her face spoke up.

She had a point. Hyperion would likely squash any sign of retaliation. So, it was up to them to figure out how Hyperion was aware of their histories and locatio- A thought suddenly struck her. Enough to take her breath away, and then force her to sneeze into her tissue because of the sudden rush of air through her nose when she gulped it down.

What if... What if that boy, Tad, had given everyone up to Hyperion. It looked like he had gone with Hyperion willingly. If he hadn't, were there other spies in the group? Or was Hyperion once a PRCU student and had been through the same hike, stayed in the same tents like the ones they'd ripped from the ground that night.

Elle felt another sneeze preparing to ruin the grieving silence, and ruin her train of thought. She turned and quickly headed away from the classmates that had fueled her thoughts. She could get with them later, perhaps. When she was well enough to-

The sneeze was much more gentle this time. Damn it all. She could have stayed back to greet them, and to share that theory with them. Instead she was risking spreading this shit to anyone within a foot of her.

"Hey, Elodie Miller! Jessica wanted me to tell you that-"

Elle held up her hand to halt the girl that now approached her. Alyssa, she recalled from some brief encounter before. "Sorry, I'm getting over a cold." She breathed in slowly from her mouth and lowered the tissue to her side. "What were you saying?" She only half listened to her words. Change into the school uniform... team swap... had she been told about the team swap? Color ceremony. Got it... The classmates from Team Eclipse, that went with Hyperion, had they been contacted before?

Elle nodded to let Alyssa know she'd gotten the news before the other girl moved on. She turned to continue back to her dorm. She was moving slowly, the sneezes seemed to have drained her of most of her energy. Maybe her theories were just grasping onto straws that weren't really there. It could be the cold giving her one hell of a delusion. She could be right, but how would she prove it?

Maybe she'd take a Minotaur back to her dorm, just to give her a moment of rest.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Elle Miller

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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 ▅▅▅▅▅ Elodie Jane Miller _________________________________________________________ June 12th, 2002 | 21 | Your Mom's Race _________________________________________________________ Player at Heart | Female | None Ya _________________________________________________________ New York City | NY | USA ▅ 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 || Toned ◼ H A I R C O L O R || Auburn ◼ E Y E C O L O R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-7" ◼ W E I G H T || 130 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Light - ▅ 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Elle's main motivation in life is to enjoy it as fully as possible. She's realized that her life has been much easier than most, and that privilege has transformed into the need to ensure future generations can enjoy such a carefree existence as well. She wants to work hard and play harder. Committing to PRCU doesn't mean that she can't have a little fun every now and then. She is also motivated by her three biggest supporters. The first two, of course, being her parents. Who didn't even blink when they realized their daughter was hyperhuman. The third being the agent that put her on this path. Who has already sent a message to check in on her first few weeks at PRCU, and has warned her of the dangers she could face in joining this part of hyperhuman society. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Elle's pressing goals are to adjust to a life with constant hyperhuman interactions. It's not like she avoided making friends with hyperhumans in the city, but she understands that she would have felt a stronger urge to get to know them and be around them if she hadn't been concerned with keeping her own hype-gene hidden. That is another current goal. To realize why she even kept it hidden in the first place. At first it was fun, and it meant that she could use her ability without consequences. She realizes how lucky she had it, that her ability was sublte enough that it went undetected for so long. Then again, she knows she really only used it for fun. Why take that fun away? A broader goal is to become a field agent of H.I.T. She doesn't mind deskwork, but she much prefers to apply herself to a more active role. She wants to witness everything firsthand, to be there to help, and to minimize any damage done to a person or property. While her ability isn't as offensive as most field agents, she knows there are smarter ways to use it in a fight. She just needs the right training. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Elle may not loathe the school uniform, but she also may have tried to dress it down on her first day of classes. After firm corrections, Elle keeps her uniform in pristine condition until the bell strikes 16:00. As soon as she's permitted, Elle immediately removes her blazer, unbuttons the top few buttons of her dress shirt, untucks it, and slings the blazer over her shoulder so that she doesn't leave it behind. The thought of staying so dressed up after hours seems too utilitarian to her. She prefers the loafers to flats, and always wears a skirt. She only bears the beret when she thinks it will rain, or if she is feeling the school spirit. Elle's community contribution at PRCU is to aid in the infirmary. While she isn't medically talented, Elle sometimes uses her ability to calm the nerves of the patients. She'll even sneak them chocolate or ice cream to cheer them up. - _________________________________________________________

▅ 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 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Elodie Jane Miller was born to two young lovers in Brooklyn. They could barely afford their rent, and yet they lived a happy life in poverty with their newborn. Elodie's father soon published a successful novel, enough to move the family into a two bedroom apartment with a view of the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Skyline. Elle spent most of her childhood here. After school she would read, and occasionally find herself staring out of the window at the bridge and city beyond. Elle's hyperhuman ability did not present itself until she entered puberty. At first she didn't understand it, and yet she found herself easily getting what she wanted. She began to suspect as she entered highschool, and soon began experimenting with her ability. She poured herself into research and quietly mastered it on her own. She made sure not to get caught, either. Her life continued on in ease, and soon she graduated from high school. She moved across the Brooklyn Bridge and began to attend a small college. While she remained studious, she began to live a fuller life than before. It wasn't until her mother passed during her second year that she became reckless with her ability. She began to use it at bars, to get older gentlemen to buy her drinks. It worked for a while, until she unknowingly tried to influence an Agent of H.I.T. and realized that her ability did not work on everyone. She was busted, and had to go through the process of getting registered as a hyperhuman. Elle thought of it as a crime to her independence. The agent that busted her explained that he was glad for her. Before she could get offended, he explained that if she'd gone unnoticed by H.I.T. she could have had a worse fate. Elle began to meet with this agent, who decided that she was his responsibility now. He began to open her eyes to the dangers that hyperhumans face every day, and also to the dangers that they pose to the public themselves. Soon, Elle began to pay more attention to hyperhuman news. She realized that many hyperhumans are targeted every single day in the city, and even more cause destruction that the very agent she learned to know has to face. It inspired her to refocus her studies. She began lessons that taught her more than basic self defense. She was leading herself to becoming an agent of H.I.T. before she could even realize it. She turned twenty-one the summer before she decided to enroll in PRCU. Although she hadn't committed to PRCU yet, the agent that kept tabs on her suggested she join the force. Elle scoffed, and explained to him that she just wanted to keep her life as normal as possible. She wanted to become a writer, like her father. Maybe teach on the side. To become an agent that dealt with Hyperhumans every day did not seem pleasant. So Elle refused the agent's suggestion, and pushed the idea to the back of her mind. Still, it began to crawl its way to the surface as Elle began to hear more and more tragic news within the city she was so in love with. A month before the fall semester at PRCU it all fell into place. Elle found herself caught in the middle of a hyperhuman dispute with a crowd of angry protesters. The protesters, of course, being anti-hyperhuman extremists. At first she attempted to flee, afraid of what the protesters might do to any other hyperhuman in the area out of their own fear and also afraid of what destruction the enraged hyperhuman may do as well. When she realized there was no way out, caught in the middle of the battle between species, she realized that her only chance of escaping unharmed was to act. She sent a message to the agent she'd grown to trust, found a spot right in the middle of the chaos, and summoned all of the courage she had. She hadn't used her ability in months, well, not to an extreme extent. She called upon her pheromones and sent them spreading throughout the crowd of the angriest ones. The hyperhuman, now preparing to wipe out as many protestors as possible, stood right at the center of that group. By the time the agent had arrived, H.I.T. right behind him, Elle had managed to diffuse the most violent bits of the fight. Instead of disciplinary measures, Elle found herself being offered a position at PRCU. Elle might have been exhausted from her first encounter with hyperhuman violence, but it also left her feeling accomplished. Perhaps she could do with a little less normal in her life, and follow in the footsteps of the agent that introduced her to it in the first place. ▅ 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 || P H E R O M O N E M A N I P U L A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||Somatic Elle is a Hyperhuman capable of controlling her own and others pheromones. Humans can already secrete and receive signals from pheromones on their own, but pheromones are such a subtle and most times undetected or misinterpreted signal sent between species. Elle is able to cross that line. She has a heightened perception of her own pheromones, and also the pheromones of others. She can affect others pheromones because her own are capable of overwhelming those of her affected target, thus inducing many different behaviors. It's possible to induce sleep, attraction, a calm, anxious, focused, or confident state of mind, and could also place a subject into a state of high suggestibility. L I M I T A T I O N S || While it may seem that Elle is capable of heavily influencing others through pheromones, it is not as strong as mind control. She can only suggest that an individual act how she desires. If they have a strong will and emotional understanding they can choose a different response. Elle is able to secrete her pheromones to cover a fifty foot radius and can affect up to fifteen people at once. She can hold this amount of distance or this amount of subjects for over twenty minutes, with the amount of time affected increasing with less distance and less subjects to influence. For example, if she wanted to affect one subject within a foot of distance she could affect them for almost an hour. W E A K N E S S E S || Pheromones are detected through the olfactory system. This means that if a subject has a muted or blocked sense of smell or taste, they are unable to be influenced by Elle's pheromones. If her own olfactory system has been tampered with she can also experience difficulty in detecting and manipulating her own pheromones. The use of Elle's ability can leave her exhausted, and she requires higher amounts of sleep if she plans to use her ability to it's fullest. Elle can also get lost in her own influence and sometimes act just as strange as those she is influencing. She has to be on top of her own emotions to keep a level head. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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_{Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?}

"Oh, I don't wake easily." Elle responded a little too quickly. When the agent didn't respond fast enough for Elle's liking, she gave a sheepish smile and continued. "Y'know, the city. I guess that if something was to wake me it would have to be something loud."

"A car crashed into the bodega below my place once. That got me out of bed."

_{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?}

"Well... it depends. If they look like the usual stranger back home, I'd try to move on from the situation without getting into an altercation. If they were obviously in need, that's a different story. I'd calm them, get them off of the street, get them water or a drink if they needed it. Just give them a safe space until they're comfortable enough to tell me what happened."

"What if their attacker was right behind them?" The interviewer asked, giving Elle a blank stare.

"I have enough sense to run. If running is not an option, I understand how to disarm an opponent. I'd at least give the stranger time to escape, and then look for my own." Elle cleared her throat softly at that and shifted in her seat.

_{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?}

"I would follow protocol, unless it's a situation that dissolves it. In an immediate threat to the building I'm in, I would help with evacuation or try to calm anyone in distress. I'd hope that security would get to the building in time that I wouldn't have to deal with the intruder."

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Voilà.

Elle Miller

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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 ▅▅▅▅▅ Elodie Jane Miller _________________________________________________________ June 12th,2000 | 21 | Your Mom's Race _________________________________________________________ Player at Heart | Female | None Ya _________________________________________________________ New York City | NY | USA ▅ 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 || Toned ◼ H A I R C O L O R || Auburn ◼ E Y E C O L O R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-7" ◼ W E I G H T || 130 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Light - ▅ 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Elle's main motivation in life is to enjoy it as fully as possible. She's realized that her life has been much easier than most, and that privilege has transformed into the need to ensure future generations can enjoy such a carefree existence as well. She wants to work hard and play harder. Committing to PRCU doesn't mean that she can't have a little fun every now and then. She is also motivated by her three biggest supporters. The first two, of course, being her parents. Who didn't even blink when they realized their daughter was hyperhuman. The third being the agent that put her on this path. Who has already sent a message to check in on her first few weeks at PRCU, and has warned her of the dangers she could face in joining this part of hyperhuman society. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Elle's pressing goals are to adjust to a life with constant hyperhuman interactions. It's not like she avoided making friends with hyperhumans in the city, but she understands that she would have felt a stronger urge to get to know them and be around them if she hadn't been concerned with keeping her own hype-gene hidden. That is another current goal. To realize why she even kept it hidden in the first place. At first it was fun, and it meant that she could use her ability without consequences. She realizes how lucky she had it, that her ability was sublte enough that it went undetected for so long. Then again, she knows she really only used it for fun. Why take that fun away? A broader goal is to become a field agent of H.I.T. She doesn't mind deskwork, but she much prefers to apply herself to a more active role. She wants to witness everything firsthand, to be there to help, and to minimize any damage done to a person or property. While her ability isn't as offensive as most field agents, she knows there are smarter ways to use it in a fight. She just needs the right training. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Elle may not loathe the school uniform, but she also may have tried to dress it down on her first day of classes. After firm corrections, Elle keeps her uniform in pristine condition until the bell strikes 16:00. As soon as she's permitted, Elle immediately removes her blazer, unbuttons the top few buttons of her dress shirt, untucks it, and slings the blazer over her shoulder so that she doesn't leave it behind. The thought of staying so dressed up after hours seems too utilitarian to her. She prefers the loafers to flats, and always wears a skirt. She only bears the beret when she thinks it will rain, or if she is feeling the school spirit. Elle's community contribution at PRCU is to aid in the infirmary. While she isn't medically talented, Elle sometimes uses her ability to calm the nerves of the patients. She'll even sneak them chocolate or ice cream to cheer them up. - _________________________________________________________

▅ 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 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Elodie Jane Miller was born to two young lovers in Brooklyn. They could barely afford their rent, and yet they lived a happy life in poverty with their newborn. Elodie's father soon published a successful novel, enough to move the family into a two bedroom apartment with a view of the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Skyline. Elle spent most of her childhood here. After school she would read, and occasionally find herself staring out of the window at the bridge and city beyond. Elle's hyperhuman ability did not present itself until she entered puberty. At first she didn't understand it, and yet she found herself easily getting what she wanted. She began to suspect as she entered highschool, and soon began experimenting with her ability. She poured herself into research and quietly mastered it on her own. She made sure not to get caught, either. Her life continued on in ease, and soon she graduated from high school. She moved across the Brooklyn Bridge and began to attend a small college. While she remained studious, she began to live a fuller life than before. It wasn't until her mother passed during her second year that she became reckless with her ability. She began to use it at bars, to get older gentlemen to buy her drinks. It worked for a while, until she unknowingly tried to influence an Agent of H.I.T. and realized that her ability did not work on everyone. She was busted, and had to go through the process of getting registered as a hyperhuman. Elle thought of it as a crime to her independence. The agent that busted her explained that he was glad for her. Before she could get offended, he explained that if she'd gone unnoticed by H.I.T. she could have had a worse fate. Elle began to meet with this agent, who decided that she was his responsibility now. He began to open her eyes to the dangers that hyperhumans face every day, and also to the dangers that they pose to the public themselves. Soon, Elle began to pay more attention to hyperhuman news. She realized that many hyperhumans are targeted every single day in the city, and even more cause destruction that the very agent she learned to know has to face. It inspired her to refocus her studies. She began lessons that taught her more than basic self defense. She was leading herself to becoming an agent of H.I.T. before she could even realize it. She turned twenty-one the summer before she decided to enroll in PRCU. Although she hadn't committed to PRCU yet, the agent that kept tabs on her suggested she join the force. Elle scoffed, and explained to him that she just wanted to keep her life as normal as possible. She wanted to become a writer, like her father. Maybe teach on the side. To become an agent that dealt with Hyperhumans every day did not seem pleasant. So Elle refused the agent's suggestion, and pushed the idea to the back of her mind. Still, it began to crawl its way to the surface as Elle began to hear more and more tragic news within the city she was so in love with. A month before the fall semester at PRCU it all fell into place. Elle found herself caught in the middle of a hyperhuman dispute with a crowd of angry protesters. The protesters, of course, being anti-hyperhuman extremists. At first she attempted to flee, afraid of what the protesters might do to any other hyperhuman in the area out of their own fear and also afraid of what destruction the enraged hyperhuman may do as well. When she realized there was no way out, caught in the middle of the battle between species, she realized that her only chance of escaping unharmed was to act. She sent a message to the agent she'd grown to trust, found a spot right in the middle of the chaos, and summoned all of the courage she had. She hadn't used her ability in months, well, not to an extreme extent. She called upon her pheromones and sent them spreading throughout the crowd of the angriest ones. The hyperhuman, now preparing to wipe out as many protestors as possible, stood right at the center of that group. By the time the agent had arrived, H.I.T. right behind him, Elle had managed to diffuse the most violent bits of the fight. Instead of disciplinary measures, Elle found herself being offered a position at PRCU. Elle might have been exhausted from her first encounter with hyperhuman violence, but it also left her feeling accomplished. Perhaps she could do with a little less normal in her life, and follow in the footsteps of the agent that introduced her to it in the first place. ▅ 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 || P H E R O M O N E M A N I P U L A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||Somatic Elle is a Hyperhuman capable of controlling her own and others pheromones. Humans can already secrete and receive signals from pheromones on their own, but pheromones are such a subtle and most times undetected or misinterpreted signal sent between species. Elle is able to cross that line. She has a heightened perception of her own pheromones, and also the pheromones of others. She can affect others pheromones because her own are capable of overwhelming those of her affected target, thus inducing many different behaviors. It's possible to induce sleep, attraction, a calm, anxious, focused, or confident state of mind, and could also place a subject into a state of high suggestibility. L I M I T A T I O N S || While it may seem that Elle is capable of heavily influencing others through pheromones, it is not as strong as mind control. She can only suggest that an individual act how she desires. If they have a strong will and emotional understanding they can choose a different response. Elle is able to secrete her pheromones to cover a fifty foot radius and can affect up to fifteen people at once. She can hold this amount of distance or this amount of subjects for over twenty minutes, with the amount of time affected increasing with less distance and less subjects to influence. For example, if she wanted to affect one subject within a foot of distance she could affect them for almost an hour. W E A K N E S S E S || Pheromones are detected through the olfactory system. This means that if a subject has a muted or blocked sense of smell or taste, they are unable to be influenced by Elle's pheromones. If her own olfactory system has been tampered with she can also experience difficulty in detecting and manipulating her own pheromones. The use of Elle's ability can leave her exhausted, and she requires higher amounts of sleep if she plans to use her ability to it's fullest. Elle can also get lost in her own influence and sometimes act just as strange as those she is influencing. She has to be on top of her own emotions to keep a level head. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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_{Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?}

"Oh, I don't wake easily." Elle responded a little too quickly. When the agent didn't respond fast enough for Elle's liking, she gave a sheepish smile and continued. "Y'know, the city. I guess that if something was to wake me it would have to be something loud."

"A car crashed into the bodega below my place once. That got me out of bed."

_{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?}

"Well... it depends. If they look like the usual stranger back home, I'd try to move on from the situation without getting into an altercation. If they were obviously in need, that's a different story. I'd calm them, get them off of the street, get them water or a drink if they needed it. Just give them a safe space until they're comfortable enough to tell me what happened."

"What if their attacker was right behind them?" The interviewer asked, giving Elle a blank stare.

"I have enough sense to run. If running is not an option, I understand how to disarm an opponent. I'd at least give the stranger time to escape, and then look for my own." Elle cleared her throat softly at that and shifted in her seat.

_{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?}

"I would follow protocol, unless it's a situation that dissolves it. In an immediate threat to the building I'm in, I would help with evacuation or try to calm anyone in distress. I'd hope that security would get to the building in time that I wouldn't have to deal with the intruder."

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

I guess I'll have a CS up by tomorrow night.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

WELP.

Sanctuary

NOTE: I'm working on an animated CG movie of the Sanctuary universe, so the reboot has the potential to become something truly epic.

@Sage

How is this going?

Recollections: Magnanimous

Just as Arabelle was coming to the dreadful realization that the statue was in fact chipping away to show skin Tansy verbally assaulted her. Arabelle opened her mouth as if to retaliate. Instead, she pressed her lips together and turned to face the mirror. Tansy was right. They could explain everything once Sabrina and Georgie had reinforcements. She waited until each Vanburen, and thankfully the healer, had come through the mirror. Her thoughts raced as each second felt like it was taking minutes to pass. In what way could she fight this Goddess? Perhaps she could shove the apparition into a mirror and send her far away, maybe just to give the group some time to think before the Goddess would return in another space-tearing lightning strike. It would most likely give them only a minute or two, but it was worth a shot. The only other option she had was to stick with Thea and figure out a better place to protect the skull from. If she took it through another mirror, it would only mean that the Goddess would find her alone and unprotected.

Everyone was here, and Justin had already approached her to reiterate Tansy’s demand. She nodded and placed her palm on the mirror. Ezra’s speech to their newest group member was distant as her mind searched for the best mirror to take almost ten people through. She chose a large mirror in one of the living areas of the mansion, and began to pass through the mirror at the construction site before she’d even finished the link. She pushed through to the other side, and found herself stepping into the Vanburen estate just in time to hear.

"GIVE ME MY BROTHER, THE GODDESS COMMANDS YOU!"

"GIVE ME MY BROTHER, THE GODDESS COMMANDS YOU!"

Arabelle shuddered as she felt the house rumbling from some unseen attack. She quickly moved out of the way of the mirror and towards a window overlooking the front of the house. Her heart stopped in her chest, and then thundered back to life at the sight of the Triple Goddess standing in their driveway. Three heads and all. Arabelle followed her pointed finger towards what would be the entrance to the garage.

“They’re in the garage!” She shouted back to the Vanburens arriving behind her. “It looks like it’s just the Goddess outside.” Arabelle turned and began towards the garage, making sure to let any hasty Vanburens with useful abstractions through first. She wasn’t sure what she could do to help, but she wasn’t going to waste another moment. Perhaps she could have a mirror ready to portal them out of there, or take any severely injured through to a medical facility. Hopefully she wouldn’t need it.

Recollections: Magnanimous

Arabelle grew nervous once the plan began. There were so many factors that they hadn’t taken into account. The other wiccans could wonder where Thea went and find them luring her into the dark. The Triple Goddess could return any minute, or her minion with the hellhounds as well. She found herself gripping her coat tighter, until Blu began to play his music. She knew that his abstraction was not being used against her, yet its melody was calming. She took a deep breath through her nose and slowly exhaled. The heat of her breath warmed her cold nose. She kept her eyes on the building and did not blink until the healer emerged. She suddenly felt a twinge of guilt in her stomach, seeing the healer in such a hypnotic state. Could the healer trust them after being enchanted into a meeting, instead of being invited like a normal person would?

That didn’t matter now. Arabelle straightened her good shoulder and let her free hand hang loosely at her side. A sign that she meant no harm, and yet she was here for business. She was glad to hear Ezra explain why they had come. Arabelle glanced his way, a little shocked that he expected the healer to just come with them without further words. Still, she prepared to open a portal to the construction site like they had discussed.

Oscar’s phone rang twice, breaking the silence in the air. She hesitated for a moment, glancing the healer’s way before placing her hand against the mirror and putting her focus into it. She imagined the picture of the mirror in her head, and by whatever magic she possessed, she knew where it was in the small town. By the time she successfully made the link, Oscar announced that Tuyen had been on the phone. Arabelle slowly removed her hand from the mirror while she looked Oscar’s way. The bad news made her heart leap in her chest. She looked at Ezra first, her eyes full of worry, before she turned to the healer. “We left the skull with one of them, for protection because we were coming here, but the Goddess must still be able to feel its presence.” She didn’t know how the healer would react to this news. Was this her plan all along? No, it didn’t feel that way. “I’ve failed to keep it safe, but we may still have time to get to them- to stop the apparition your friends follow. If that is what you began to do when you gave me the skull, follow me. We can work together to end this.” She looked at Ezra, then, and nodded. “I’ll go first. Do not stop moving once you have entered. I’ll be waiting on the other side.”

Arabelle glanced around at their group, counting heads to figure out how many may walk through her portal. She wasn’t sure the healer would follow, but she hoped that she would see her on the other side. So without any more hesitation, Arabelle stepped through the mirror and walked out of the other side, now standing at the construction site with one hand on it. She stepped to the side, but kept physical contact so that the link would remain strong. “The others are on their way. The healer might be with them, and if she is then that means she is no threat to us.” She looked around at the group, and then her eyes widened as she saw the petrified woman on the ground. “Is she… dead?” She didn’t look familiar. She wasn’t wiccan or from Araminta. Where had she come from? “What happened here?”

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Elle Miller

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Elle was nothing but a lump under a mass of pillows and a comforter when she woke. She groaned, feeling like she hadn’t slept for long, and wriggled into a more comfortable position. Her hand snaked through the bed until she found her phone, and then slowly pulled it under with her. She pressed a button and her screen lit up. The wallpaper on the back was of a black and white skate park, a beach and palm trees in the background. The time displayed, Elle sighing as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.

11:00 AM

She hadn’t slept for long, god knows what time she crawled in bed last night, but Elle was the type that couldn’t sleep again after waking. So she tossed her phone aside and stretched, releasing one more disgruntled huff before she crawled out from under the comforter. She headed to the kitchen, glad that she could walk through the house in just a big, thrifted sublime t-shirt. She wasn’t sure when her mom would be back. Hopefully not until she was already out of the house for the day.

She grabbed a glass of water, chugged it, and then filled it again before going to the couch. For a few hours she watched reruns of Cops, Punk’d, Fear Factor, and Top Model. She snacked on a few bowls of cereal, and then headed to shower only when she was tired of watching commercials between the shows. One long, karaoke filled shower later and Elle was getting ready to skate until their rendezvous at the local sewer entrance. She put on a mixed CD of Paramore in the background as she put on eyeliner and mascara. With the sewers in mind, Elle threw on an old pair of baggy jeans and rolled them up to her ankles. On the top shelf of her closet, which she had to stand on her tippy toes to reach, she grabbed a plain black hoodie. Under the hoodie she wore a tight green t-shirt. She pulled a pair of old socks up to her calves, put on a black beanie, and finally stuffed her feet in a pair of trashed black converse that could take another beating or so before it was time to toss them.

In her backpack she packed her ipod shuffle, headphones, a change of clothes, another pair of dingy shoes, and her wallet. She headed to the kitchen next. It took her a moment of digging under the sink, but she grinned as she pulled out a large flashlight. It would be great lighting, and could also double as a weapon if needed. She stuffed it into the backpack, tested its weight, and decided it was perfect. Finally, Elle filled a bottle up to the brim in the sink. She tucked that in the almost unusable bottle pocket on the side of her bag. It was all packed and ready. Now she just had to wait.

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The roads heading out of town seemed to disintegrate the further Elle went. Potholes dotted the road, and weeds poked out of cracks. Skating all the way out here was a feat, but she made sure to leave early enough to make it. She’d had to stop to tie her hair back halfway here. The occasional sprinkle of rain from above would have made her hair cling to her neck by the time she made it.

Elle was mulling over the events of the party, a way to distract herself from the distance she still had to go. The Smirnoff Ice had kicked in way too quickly last night, but Elle still remembered what Willow said about the origin of the rock monster. “It melded with one of the sewer pipes and traveled down the tunnel.” Willow had said. Elle was relieved that Willow hadn’t been face to face with the culprit, but she was also disappointed that was all Willow had seen below the street. The one thing Elle could wonder was how long this person’s range was to use their power. How long could they hold it? How old was this person, too? She imagined that it was a disgruntled grad, taking their frustrations out on the town. It was hard to imagine that a student at Leesburgh high was behind it. I mean, how could they attack other students? Elle wasn’t comfy with the idea that they could be in a class with her and she’d have no idea. They could hulk out in the middle of a quiz, and she’d have no time to react.

It also meant that they might know the other student’s abilities, and know exactly how to take them down.

Great.

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Ten minutes later, Elle rolled to a stop at the beginning of the access road. She was a little late, yet she couldn’t hear anything down below but slow moving water. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, convinced that she’d missed a text that the group had chickened out, but saw nothing. With a shrug, she picked up her board and began to make her way down to the waste tunnel entrance. It was a relief to see Doug sitting on the other side of the wall of ugly trees as she rounded the corner. She jogged lightly over to the car with a smile on her face and invited herself into the car with a pointed finger at the backseat. Elle climbed inside, letting out a happy sigh as she sat down for the first time in twenty minutes. “Hey girls, ready for an adventure?” She said as she shut the door. She looked them each over, and then noted the duct tape on Willow’s cuffs, her ski goggles, and the bandana looking cloth. “Wow, I feel really under dressed.”

Recollections: Magnanimous

The group had left so quickly that Arabelle had only the time to grab a pair of winter boots, gloves, and wool socks from her car. It had been annoying enough to put them on with one arm, but tying them had been another difficult challenge. Enough of a challenge that Arabelle kept an eye on her laces as well as the snow covered ground of the woods. Her coat was buttoned once at the middle, and her lame arm kept a hold of the lapel to keep it from blowing open. The cold was enough to convince her that she should have stayed at the manor, but when a gold streak struck the ground a mile ahead, followed by a malicious scream, Arabelle froze in place. As much help as she could be on this mission, she definitely felt like she should have remained behind. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as Justin told the group that their position had been discovered.

Turn back? Would they make it to the cars before the wiccans were upon them? She glanced over at Ezra, who stood close by and glanced her way too. For a brief moment she made herself remember the image mirror at the construction site. Practice, in case they needed to bolt with the mirror he brought with him. She admired the thought. Oscar was the first to answer. She felt her shoulders sag in relief. She’d all but forgotten that the other group was meant to get the wiccans attention. Hopefully that was the cause. Ezra motioned for them to crouch, and Arabelle tried her best to get as low as possible with one functioning arm. She pressed a hand against the ground so that she could push herself back to her feet. The cold began to seep through her glove quickly as she listened to the smart Vanburen. A nod of agreement was her only acknowledgement, her mind focused on the distant earthquake-like sounds of hellhounds paws hitting ground. Nearby she could hear Blu’s murmured prayer.

Justin motioned for the group to hide. She released a slow breath as she got back to her feet to keep her cool. She followed Ezra into the bush and crouched close to him, inching ever closer as the hellhounds blew right by them. They were closely followed by the wiccans, and Arabelle only dared to peek out of a gap in the bush to search for the blonde healer. Thankfully she was not among them.

While Arabelle was thankful that the woman with the hellhounds had taken the other group’s bait, she was still nervous as they approached the wiccans home. Nervous enough that when Justin literally floated over to a window, she wasn’t the least bit impressed. He carried bad news with him when he returned. Her lips pressed into a tight line. Did the leader know the skull was with Georgie? Even if it was in her pocket dimension? Or were they just going to raid their poor, trashed manor again?

Wildly enough, Arabelle found herself nodding in agreement when Oscar suggested she speak with the healer alone. While it was horrible to think of the others distracting the wiccans that remained behind, she wanted the healer’s treachery to remain a secret. Blu appeared on the other side of Ezra. Arabelle looked over the young Vanburen’s face as he explained his abstraction and chewed on her lip in thought. It could work. She’d just have to hope that the healer was the only blonde left in the resort.

Ezra seemed to be thinking the same thing. She wasn’t happy to hear that half of the group would have to cause a scene in order to make this work, but it was a better shot than sneaking inside and risking exposure.

Arabelle was already looking Ezra’s way when he turned to ask her for a description. “No mask, thankfully. She must have taken it off to look for the skull.” She turned her attention to Blu and tried her best to describe her. “The healer is a little taller than I am. She appears to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her hair is platinum blonde, almost white, and her eyes are a bright blue- almost grey.” Arabelle’s hand fidgeted by her side as she tried to explain the healer in more detail. “She has… a small nose. Nice cheekbones. A septum piercing… and she was wearing dramatic black eyeshadow. Her eyebrows are brown, though.” She trailed off, giving Blu an apologetic smile and glancing between him and Ezra. “Is that, uh, enough?” She then glanced at Justin. “Did you see a woman in there that fits the description?”