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Academy 218: Why

Pointless details are one thing, getting into the character's head is another. It's good to read some of the bigger post to tell the difference, and if it really is all fluff, skip away. Getting into the character's head, though, can be enriching. Or at least help you bond with them some more.

Academy 218: Why

Andrea Pasternack

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Warm lit cabin rooms, feather beds, mini fridge to hold up all of the students and guests on their way to the academy; all pre-paid expenses on behalf of the dean of the 218 establishment. Such luxuries were not often made available. Boats she were familiar with held small families on fishing trips, or to run along the coast for a refreshing salty breeze to run through your hair. As a California girl, Andrea wasn't particularly keen on escaping the warm confines of her room and gazing outside the window to actually experience the trip outside. But upon receiving the information that they may be docking in as little as fifteen minutes, thoughts crept up on her. That perhaps it would be absolutely lovely to see her destination crawling up on the horizon, and maybe to snap some shots of snow on the rails of the boat, or little flakes getting caught in her hair. She gazed outside of her window, and saw luminescent apparitions hovering above the freezing, dark seawater. A ghastly sight, surely, but Andrea looked at it as a sight of comfort. They were always able to be relied on, no matter where she was. It was safe to say that living the experience desensitized her to ghost stories and movies.

She began flirting more and more with the idea of watching her new residency coming into view, and to stop being some lazy bones and get to know the sort of people she'll practically be living with. She stared at the screen of her laptop.

This Stanford homework has been annoying her with all of its nuances all night.

She slapped it shut and slipped her stocked feet into her heeled boots, pulling the edges around her heel and sides of her feet. From her coat rack, she pulled off a gray wool peacoat, and some furry earmuffs. She hastily wrapped a Christmas-themed scarf around her neck - she never had a purpose for a scarf during any other time of the year. She checked her phone for a brief moment - no service, as to be expected in the middle of the ocean. She hurried to push the door open, and was met with a gentle flurry of snow. Andrea was immediately enraptured by the pretty sight. The wind shifted, and her eyes followed the snow in the air until they landed on the builds ahead looming over the ship.

"Yikes..."

Turns out they were closer than she thought. Five points for procrastination. 'Come on, normally I'm better than this.'

Still, her thoughts didn't stop her from rushing over to the rails, turning around, and taking a picture of herself with the academy in the background. She looked it over. Her favorite smiling pose, snow caught in her hair, the luminosity of her blue eyes was intense, and it really captured the immense trepidation of approaching the island.

She deleted it.

Andrea then stuck her phone out again, and this time, thew a peace sign right against her face, and encapsulated what was basically the same photo again. She giggled to herself out of satisfaction and from the silliness of the situation she caught herself in, but whatever. She figured there was nothing wrong with what made somebody the most happy. She deposited the phone back into her pocket.

She looked up to see the rest of the passengers. Many of them were smiling and pointed at the coming academy, taking pictures much like she was, and others seemed to take it in stride and carried on their conversations as if it were nothing. Snowbirds, like Andrea, were likely hidden away in their cabins. She looked down at the tier below hers, on the main deck, to see a great amount of people getting ready to get off of the ship. On the tier above, there was one person in particular that caught her eye. Though a silhouette in the evening sky, they were sitting on the tip of their tier, facing the school. Their arms were crossed and he was resting his head down. Their legs dangled from the edge. A fairly large person, it seemed. Must be a man.

A frozen breeze took her attention off him real quick. She rubbed her legs together. On the bright side, they won't be stuck on this boat for too much longer. Soon they will dock, everybody will get their things, and everyone will be in the war indoors in no time. Truth be told, there were all manners of people! And certainly, while it meant that some of them were bad apples, she couldn't wait to find all the good people ripe for the picking!

Well, metaphorically of course.

Abraham Gene

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Of all the possibilities - that is, the possible routes, alternatives, means of getting to 218 - he had to be stuck on public transportation. His father wasn't keen on getting him private transport after all the shenanigans Abe has been up to, so he wasn't provided with it - just the transport from his Chicago residence to the airport in Alaska. Even then, that wasn't private either. If Abe had a choice in the matter, he wouldn't have gone to a fucking school at all. He's already been there and done that back in private high. However, it was either this or yet another conviction. The shame of going to a public academy was no more shameful than spending a romantic night with filthy inmates.

And by romantic, he meant splitting every one of their sternums.

But honestly, they had it coming the first night around. First time convict? Usually they're easy pickings. They didn't realize Abe was a meta, and had no qualms or hesitation with raising dukes and mopping the floor with them. In a way, a prison sentence was like jackpot where he could potentially mow through legions of scum before the guards restrained him and put him in isolation.

Except that a prison sentence became a stigma and social marker. Set him apart as something worse than the rest of society. And the idea of being seen as inferior to spineless sheep? It set a fire in him.

So the alternative? Live with them. The sheep. Ugh, it was embarrassing to be here. Hopefully there were a couple of gems to be gleamed in the piles of shit. And some girls! Some hot girls, at that! He looked down to see a blondie looking up at him. Her eyes were squinting, an her attention was taken away by a cold breeze. What a shame. So she couldn't see him winking at her? No matter, he could always hit up those fine pair of legs later. More importantly...

Abe looked up at the buildings overlooking their cruise ship.

He had to come up with an idea. Take advantage of this trip however he could. As long as he was stuck with bottom feeders and nancies, he might as well play their game, walk their walk. Flash some cash if it helps, but most importantly, stay the boss. If they're going to be locked up on a island like its a prison, it may as well be one. From his prying, turns out there will be teams in their arena-styled gyms. If there were sparring matches to be had, then that'd be fantastic. Good fun and a social ladder in one. If he could bestow himself king-hood, he could at least make his stay here at least somewhat tolerable.

He didn't know who he'd have to fight. He didn't care. The man has long since promised himself that losing wasn't an option anymore. As much as Abe preferred it, it didn't matter if he won. He just shouldn't lose.

Abraham took a deep breath of the icy air that stung his lungs. The weather here was much colder than winters in Boston, as to be expected.

He decided. At least for now, no show-boating like he usually did. At least, not his power. Only make his power obvious when he has to. Until then, Abe had every intention of making himself known for him. Not for the fact he was a terrakinetic.

But for the fact that if you wanted to win, you stuck to Abraham. That's how it worked in the modern world.

Academy 218: Why

A suspension of disbelief applies to the idea of the existence of superpowers, not to the sudden banishment of the laws of physics or the behaviorism of children. If you want to get sucked into a fantastical world, the characters have to be believable.

If you want to stay and join, fine, but what the hell, is it okay to metaphorically enter someone's house and condescend to everyone? "Nobody here can grasp my concept of fantasy", oh my gosh, comedy gold.

Academy 218: Why

@Mr Allen J You clearly haven't met kids where I live. I've both been in and helped teach an MMA class, kids much younger than me were actually very good fighters. Once again, by 'street fighting' I don't mean super badass Street Fighter ninjutsu shit, I basically mean self taught fighting. While, I think it is fair she would have a harder time fighting those older than her, it's not at all impossible nor too far fetched given her personality. I never said she'd be able to beat the shit out of someone older and more experienced, just that she'd willingly accept a challenge and actually stand a chance.

@Shikaru

I took karate. Both my brother and I did. We were even good at it, could spar against black belts in our class. Hell, we also grew up in a ghetto. When a gang of 5 or so kids at least 4 years older than us started bugging us, none of the training in the world would have prepared us for the terror and pressure of being chased through downtown and through the parks. Even with karate under our belts, that didn't give my brother the bravery to stand up to older teenagers who pushed him to the ground and repeatedly kicked him in the ribs. That didn't stop me from crying as I ran into the store just outside the playground to grab my mom and tell her everything that happened in a blind panic.

An eleven year old doing the sort of crap you claim is bullshit. You haven't seemed to live in this situation. Don't argue with Allen. Change it.

Academy 218: Why

Andrea Pasternack

Basic Information

Name:

Andrea Pasternack; “Miss America”, “Queen”

Age:

19

Gender:

Female

Appearance & Attire:

Since a young age, Andrea has developed beyond her years. Her great-grandparent were Polish immigrants escaping the economic pitfall in Europe only to find more of the same in the United States. The years have since improved for the Pasternack family, allowing Andrea to develop in a healthy, shapely young woman. She stand taller than many woman, and even other boys her age at just an inch shy of six feet, but is a lightweight, 119 lbs. Long, naturally wave bright blond hair is often done up with a curler iron, and is further accentuated by hazel blue eyes and pale skin, often done up with makeup so that her skin appears to possess an even skin tone, without the underlying blood creating pictures on her skin. Her complexion is clear! No scars on her face or freckles to speak of, and a little button nose, the left nostril of which is adorned by a piercing with the littlest diamond you ever did see. Her lips are a rich pink if not covered in makeup, full and plush. She also has earring studs, one on each lobe. Other adornments include red polish on her neatly trimmed fingernails and toenails.

Her frame is petite and slender, with breasts at 28E, legs for days - it's plain to see she has won a genetic lottery, but that said, she doesn't really work out. She lacks enough strength to be even remotely threatening, and while she can carry most of the stuff she'll ever need to carry, nobody will be asking her to do the lifting for them. Most of her workout routine is concerned about jogging and yoga. It keeps her cardio up and figure right, but not much more than that. Despite her looks and body type, she doesn't dress provocatively at all and so she is spared from first-glance sexualization, but she might dress in sexier clothing behind clothes door if she's just doing it for herself and doesn't plan on going out. However, on her first day in coming to the prestigious academy she chooses to dress herself in a fitted white blouse top, short sleeved, v-necked, and has a strap with a buckle going around her waist. It's tucked into a black lace pencil skirt. Underneath, she is wearing black leggings, and she prefers to wear shoes or boots with thick cuban heels.

Skills/Talents:

She lives the stereotype of a privileged girl living in a house with a white picket fence. She sings to herself and with friends often, and she has a harmonic voice that could be made into quite the talent if she worked at it and pursued a career in music. Neither is her of acting poor, and has even made a couple cameos in commercials. Perhaps she might yet build a career out of either of these, but as of right now, she was going to school studying law to be an attorney. As a result, she is fairly well read on the law and has a couple of its loopholes worked out. She has picked up some dance practice for prom back in the day.

Brief Backstory:

Andrea is completely unaware of her own privileged life, and how lucky she has been for the majority of it. Born to a high-middle class family in California, being able to afford good schools, started working early, learned how to drive by the time she was sixteen, won her high school's pageant and became prom queen, had boyfriends, had multiple opportunities made available to her such as offers for placement in a couple commercials by this one producer, and a scholarship to attend Stanford. Amidst all this fortune and the popularity she had in school, it didn't do much to alter her nature. She's naturally been a sweet-tempered and reasonable girl, if a bit naive of her place and the place of others in the world. She denies the existence of her privilege and fortunate, and insists that she has worked hard to earn what she has – which may be true to some degree, as she is no stranger to responsibility, but it's clear that a lot of things in her life has been handed to her, and she is currently on the beginning of a long road in grasping and understanding her good fortune.

Her metahuman power had arisen halfway through high school – it was incredibly horrifying given the nature of her power, and was easily the most stressful moment of her life, but she was soon educated on the matter and received a great deal of support from her family and baby sister. She registered with NEST, and she signed on to go to Academy 218 in Alaska, where she'll be taking on what lessons they'll be providing there on top of the Stanford work she'll be taking with her on her laptop – while, certainly, she knew she was going to learn more about herself and her power there, that hasn't stopped her from learning more about it on her own, and has picked up a couple things. She has learned to grow comfortable around her apparitions.

Power Information

Power Class:

Cerebral, Extra-Sensory

Power:

Andrea is capable of seeing another plane, so to speak, which exists within our own as an additional dimension of space. Within this plane exists corporeal entities and apparitions. These "spirits" are relatively passive in nature and accepts Andrea's presence, as though he were always there. This can give her the appearance of looking schizophrenic, always darting back and forth and talking to people that aren't there. While the apparitions are incapable of speech and verbal communication, as well as intangible with three dimensional objects, they are capable of carrying out simple tasks and understanding her communication. This includes scouting out a particular area and retrieving information that Andrea can utilize as he sees fit; this gives him the appearance of a pseudo-omnipresence in his environment. To a certain degree, Andrea is even able to control them, or at least influence them and their decisions, via a mental link to make those kinds of demands. This mental link also grants him a form of protection from some psychic and telepathic abilities. When telepathy is used on her or if anyone is infiltrating her mind in any way, the apparitions sense another presence in Andrea, and therefore becomes hostile at the alien presence in their environment. Deafening shrieking and wailing provides a defense mechanism that will hurt and hopefully ward away the invader, but at the same time, will also harm Andrea in the process. The screaming is so loud and endless and chaotic, that people's ears will begin bleeding in mere seconds.

The nature of the apparitions are unique. They exist as a streaming consciousness existing within a polydimensional temporal plane, and between units of time – thusly invisible to anyone else. Perhaps the true power is the ability to see them and the mental link Andrea shares with them, but the apparitions are no less incredible. Made of anti-matter, and its high-energy collisions having something to do with their state of being. They are made of an electrically active gas, and while mostly inert, are inexplicably bonded together ionically – it held up that this high-energy being was able to pass information along so easily, as though they were made up of neurons.

The apparitions possess incredible cerebral-type powers, from telekinesis to telepathy, and even mind-linking. Andrea can do that by using the third party apparition to be a chain connecting two people together, and transfer thoughts back and forth. This also means they can insert thoughts into people's heads. Perhaps the most significant power is to phase into our three dimensional world and directly make contact. This is usually only done in order to protect Andrea and fully utilize their power, when it has the strongest direct connection. If half a dozen of them do this and use telekinesis on one target, that thing or person will likely be launched through the air in an instant, almost fast as lightning. The apparitions can move through walls, and through people without them ever knowing it. Part of her Andrea's bond to the apparitions include luminescent eyes that glow in the dark. What else these apparitions could do is a mystery to her.

Limits:

Andrea herself is not really a psychic. She relies on a third party to perform tasks for her, so however small, there is a delay. There is also the matter of a limited supply of these apparitions. While she can find them anywhere and everywhere, the apparitions are only so concentrated in one location, and are spread evenly across whatever area. Her resources are not unlimited. Furthermore, when apparitions phases into our plane, the air around them will warp and blur, with the sound of chiming. They are only available in this state for a few seconds.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Following up on the limits, phasing also has a drawback. After returning to their plane, the apparitions are unable to phase back until the dimensional tear fixes itself. This could take as long as a couple of minutes. They are also unable to receive commands for a couple seconds after disappearing, since they are still in the process of reappearing in their own plane. As a pseudo gaseous entity, they need to rebuild. Their telepathic defense also has a severe drawback to Andrea. While yes, the invader is harmed and warded off, it comes with a detriment Andrea's health – the apparitions are attacking the intruder through her. So she feels as much pain as the person trying to read her mind.

Relationships

Family:

Dynamics:

New girl ain't got friends yet. Yet.

Other

• Andrea is a privileged girl having lived a privileged life, and she fails to recognize that. While surely she is a good-natured and kind person, she is somewhat self-concerned and naive. Part of her arc will involve struggling with the idea that her life has been handing to her and coming to terms with her privilege and figuring out how to better herself as a person.
  

Jordan Otgonbayar

Basic Information

Name:

Jordan Otgonbayar; “Jordy”, “Sloth”

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

Jordy is a meandering boy, 5'9”, 157 lbs, not a giant nor dwarf, not a heavy weight nor shrimp. Plush and squishy build, and a slouching spine that gives a portrait of a much shorter height than what he possesses. His skin is tanned, but in a genetic sense, and he looks as though he could be darker if he spent time in the sun. Slanted brown eyes and rounded face, from the dominant Mongolian heritage on his father's side, and with Hawaiian and Spanish blood on his mother's side. As implied before, Jordy is fairly plump given his lack of activity, and he won't be scaring off any bullies any time soon. In fact, he looks as though he is in a daze most of the time, and any threats might not register to him. You can see it in him, too – he is as relaxed as a person can be. He takes his time with everything.

He has black hair in a bowl cut that sits above bushy and untrimmed eyebrows, but you wouldn't realize it, because it is always shaggy and looks as though it has gone without a good combing, like Jordy had just rolled out of bed. He has a pushed-in nose and shallow nose bridge, but one trait of himself he especially like is his jawline. He claims you could cut glass with it. Some flaws are to be expected with a pile of lazy bones – chewed up nails, sometimes with dirt under them, some spots on his skin from an imperfect complexion, off-white teeth – his top left buck tooth looking like two teeth because of biting down on something hard, causing a crack right down the center.

His attire is incredibly simplistic, so if you're considering the gift of clothes, it won't be hard to please him. He always always wears the same kind of clothes. Jordy prefers to go around where nothing on his torso but a hoody, since they're baggy and soft to touch. He often layers over that a the same old army-green field jacket if he doesn't feel warm enough. Next, it would seem the only kind of pants he wears are sweats, baggy light blue jeans, and cargos. On his feet, going anywhere, are flip flips. If it's cold, don't even expect him to put on sneakers. Wool toed socks and flip flops. If it's too cold for flip flops, he'd sooner not go at all because of how it'd be too much effort on his behalf. Even his clothes look worn down and perhaps in need of replacement soon. But don't expect that to happen.

Skills/Talents:

Honestly, Jordy lacks the drive to do things and learn that he likes them. He isn't particularly good at anything because of his lack of motivation and patience to work at being good at something. He has his hand dipped in a couple of things once, said he enjoyed, but never pursued further. One thing he is good at, for sure, is a fair bit of comedy, since he does like talking to people. As for an actual skill, he is savvy enough to work conversations well and evading responsibility – so he's a pretty sly politician for what it's worth, but neither is that a field he would eagerly jump into.

Brief Backstory:

His dad is in the American navy, so his family is a bit more worldly out of necessity. Pops met ma when he was stationed at a harbor in Hawaii, and the rest was history. Their family had low-middle class wealth and got by with a couple of leisures that they could afford from time to time. A curious idea that Jordy's old man, who was rigidly disciplined in one of the world's most successful militaries could raise a boy that would slack off so often. A rage inducing trait, and Jordy has his fair share of scars from it. Cigar burns and bruises, cut lips, and despite the undeniably abusive trials of his life, he kept a firm head up. At the end of his punishments, he'd always stare his old man in the face and smile, then shrug – years of this and the abuse ended, and the father just letting Jordy do what Jordy does. Ironically, their relationship improved after all of it, though it became more of a friend-to-friend relationship than a father-son one. Jordan never bore a grudge and he still doesn't speak ill of his dad. He tells it as it is: the man beat him until it was pointless, and then they became friends. Jordy never mentions the hard times, hiding the insinuation that the abuse had actually gotten to him a number of times. He never did like showing his vulnerable emotions to other people.

His relationship with his mother was significantly different. She never approved of the abuse, and got into fights with his father often over it. Jordy would always console his mother after these arguments. Truly, they were each other's emotional support and were always there for each other. He still slacked, and his mother, too, was frustrated with his laziness, but saw sooner than his father did that fighting him was useless. They did finally come to the agreement that they'd stay out of his affairs, or lack thereof, if he at least kept his slack and clutter to himself and confine it to his own room so that the rest didn't have to suffer for it.

His education was something of a spectacular story. Jordy is remarkably intelligent, let's not lie, but it is overshadowed by his lack of commitment. His grades plummeted because he never did homework, but regardless, he passed every test that was handed to him. He was placed in isolated testing rooms with monitors to make sure he wasn't cheating. He just had a knack for easily absorbing information. Now, as for how anyone could discover a power like Jordan's, it wasn't easy. It took a meta-human terrorist engulfing a street in fire to reveal Jordy's immunity to meta-human energy. He was bathed in flames and was left without so much as a singe mark.

When NEST took him in, and attempted to intimidate him into agreeing to a chip implant, Jordy had no intention of just being cut open. Sounded like way too much work. So he exercised his right to be informed regarding the procedure, and learned about meta-human energy and how his energy didn't match up. So he argued that he couldn't be subjected to this sort of treatment since Jordy didn't fit the qualification of being a pure meta-human. He was released, but his argument is still pending among NEST officials and courts of law. He got off free for now, but dreads the day should they decide he still qualifies and must be implanted with something.

Power Information

Power Class:

Power

Power:

Power Immunity (Passive): Superpowers are charged by meta-human energy that can be harnessed and utilized. Jordy is unique in that he is more like a faux meta-human, as his meta-human energy is negatively charged as opposed to a positive charge, opposing everything that anyone knows about meta energy. This negative charge acts like an aura and cannot be traditionally utilized or harnessed and therefore Jordan doesn't have any real superpower. However, this energy does interact with the energy of other meta-humans in an intriguing way. It negates it effects and renders it inert. This means that anything imbued with a positively charged meta-human energy has zero effect on Jordan's person.

To clarify further, an individual with pyrokinesis ignites an artificial flame. That flame is made by the power and is imbued with some of the essence of its creator. That essence is broken down when it comes into contact with Jordy and he receives no harm from it. It doesn't matter if you bathe him in an endless stream of fire, he'll suffer no foul. This goes for even ingesting poisons generated from powers. The toxins are imbued with meta-human energy and are broken down the moment it touches him. Powers that cloak its user, such as invisibility, are negated on contact with Jordy allowing him to see the person invisible. Even powers that don't make any form of contact – as long as they're directed at him – are rendered inert, such as telepathy or telekinesis. The negative energy blocks them out like an impenetrable wall.

Limits:

This energy only negates powers directed at him or powers that come into contact with him. He cannot “turn off” an individual's power at will, for instance. Also, the energy doesn't protect him from the consequences of powers. Someone with super-strength can throw objects at him and he'll still be in severe danger. A pyrokinetic can set the forest on fire – the original flames, he will be immune to, but the other trees that catch fire from the heat generated from the first will be dangerous to him. If a terrakinetic splits the earth, there's still a gaping hole in the ground he can fall down. Invisibility doesn't target Jordy, so while contact with an invisible target will render them visible as his energy eats theirs, he can't see them if they're away. Their energy will also soon replenish itself and they can turn invisible again after contact.

Genetic powers – powers that effect the body on a cellular level – are trickier. Titus MacArthur can swing a punch at Jordy. Jordy won't receive the full force of his wrathful barrage, but that doesn't change the fact that somebody is punching him in the face. The effect received depends on how strong they would be based upon their body type, or what their body type would be if they didn't have their power. People don't have tails either, so if a lizard friend were to smash their fifth appendage against his chest, it would feel as though he received a blow from one of their limbs back in their original form, at the same muscle density ratio of their tail to their body.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

This energy cannot be turned off. While this might seem inconsequential, beneficial superpowers do not affect him either. Transferring invisibility or healing him does nothing. So any supernatural means of helping him is out of the question.

Relationships

Family:

Tenjin Otgonbayar, Father
Veronica Otgonbayar, Mother

Dynamics:

New student

Other

• Expect nothing to get done. Will I even post as him? No one knows.
• Lazy? Absolutely. Robotic? Nah, mate, you're in for a surprise when all of the world's pressure starts piling down on him thinking he's Beowulf or something.
  

Abraham Gene

Basic Information

Name:

Abraham Gene; “Abe”, “Golem”

Age:

20

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

Abraham is imposing. He's thugish, he is 6'3" tall, athletically fit, surmounted by broadened shoulders and he carries himself in such esteem you would think that nothing could touch him. In addition to his height, he is muscular. Not just in his arms or abdomen, though - he is the type of guy who you'd think did a full body workout (albeit not a devoted body builder). These aspects, along with his uncommonly thick bones, contributes to his weight. As an African-American and Caucasian mix, his skin is a brown soil color, generally untouched by acne or blemishes, but covered in scars and scrapes from various activities. Among his collection includes a bright, whitened stripe across his thumb - and if you hadn't known better, you would've thought it was cut off at some point or another. Others includes scrapes and burn scars all over his hands and a couple on his arms and legs, which appear to be nothing more than rough housing mementos. A notable one, however, his one that stretches across the right side of his abdomen, down his side. That one he laughs about and claims it had occurred during a knife fight.

His lips are not thick and full and fat and so on (although they are not particularly thin), and the structure of his face appears to resemble that of a Caucasian man, though this is due to his split heritage and the interracial relationship of his grandparents. He has thick eyebrows and lashes which frames his intense amber eyes, and his black hair is dreaded all the way down to an inch below his shoulder blades. His hair, though, is most of the time held back in a loose ponytail gently tied back by two other dreadlocks. Otherwise, his hair would've framed his oval face and draped over his broad shoulders. He is, generally speaking from the subjctive viewpoints of others, described as a fairly attractive individual. If you've a preference those of dark skin, or if skin color does little to determine your attraction to a person, Abraham is a looker for his age and possesses admirable physique. He's tall and strong with a charming disposition and demeanor, holding himself in such a way that exudes confidence and invokes envy, and he knows it! So predictably, he likes to utilize that to his advantage - as well as a reliable asset.

He has very little in the ways of facial hair or body hair. He has some light unnoticeable stubble across his cheeks and chin, and is as such nothing remarkable. His tone is remarkable in comparison to the common man his age; barely a pinch of fat in any one place of his body. This of course contributes to a portion of the justified arrogance he reveals. His walk has swagger and his smooth voice bears a light Boston accent, but he generally does not use very many forms of slang.

There isn't any one particular outfit that he leans towards - he has many of them. The style may change from a punk vibe, to relaxed, sometimes classy, sportsy, whatever. He generally has a jacket though, usually a denim jacket or a leather one, or a black pea coat if he's feeling particularly hipster that day. He usually avoids shorts. The kind of jeans or pants don't really matter to him, but he tends to shoot for jeans that are baggy around legs but tends to tighten around his waist, providing comfort and usability. His shoes are boots, almost always boots. Steel toed, faded out, around the ankles, much like that of combat boots. Though it may change according to the situation - sports often call for sneakers, and a fancy outing requires more refined dress shoes. These he has, which were custom made for his feet. But mostly, Abraham goes for clothing that is relaxed and easy to move in – it is worth noting that, having come from a wealthy family, he is more accustomed to a costly wardrobe. V neck shirts are a common occurrence in his wardrobe, long sleeved shirts are too. A belt is always seen around his waist, and he never wears gloves. Important, that.

Skills/Talents:

Abraham was provided many opportunities during his life, so as such, he was able to build up quite a set of skills. When it comes to athletics, he's in a niche of his own: He has taken defense programs - krav maga, an Israeli art. He had actually worked his way up pretty high, but due to abusing the teachings he had received there, he was refused any further services before he could become their equivalent to a black belt. That aside, the actual self-defense training has managed to stick with him to this day. He always did participate in sports like soccer, football, basketball, and basically anything that was competitive and could get his blood flowing. He was a gymnast for a short period of time, and ran track. In his spare time, when he was unable to participate in athletics, Abraham worked to gain a fair measure of musical talent and managed to carve himself a little place in stringed instruments: he's had lessons in guitar and transferred that over whilst learning the ukulele, and just a little practice on a friend's bass. Abe is incredibly practiced in his superhuman abilities, and knows how to implement them well - he derives a great deal of pride in learning how to utilize his abilities to their fullest extent. During his practice, he learned a few tricks that he keeps up his sleeves.

Brief Backstory:

Abraham was born to a very wealthy and prestigious family. His father is a director of an oil company, so that said, they were extremely well off. The mother left early on leaving not much of a mother figure to be around aside from the maids that were paid to service the family. Aside from that, there isn't much to be said about his early youth, aside that he was provided with an extensive above-average education, regularly encouraged to do well in the private school for the upper class in which he was enrolled in, so that he may excel much like his father. His father, which, never really had the time to behave as a proper parent or role model to the boy, so he was mostly raised by weak-willed servants. This, predictably, can lead to some peculiar growing up patterns.

When Abe was five, he got a little brother. A half brother, in all honesty, but they were brothers nonetheless. They grew up together from then on. As soon as Abe was old enough to get into sports, he did, and he found it exhilarating. The adrenaline and competition meant everything to him - he wanted to win, to be the best, and feel magnificent while doing so, as though he were on top of the world. He didn't received much support from his father, who tended to just look at him and expected improvement the next time around - that's how economics worked, after all. Unfortunately, it was twisted into a vicious cycle and it eventually developed a sense of domination in Abraham, that he had to be better, otherwise he wasn't good enough. Him and his brother, as they got older, always wrestled. He got into track, played on teams in sports, which was generally football, basketball, and soccer. Of course, some of these routines couldn't continue when it rained or if he got sick or even grounded. There wasn't many curricular activities he could do if those options weren't available. So when he was forced to stay home, he managed to pick up a different hobby: guitar lessons. It started simple at first, when he began to teach himself what each string sounded like. As he grew to like it, he was receiving lessons.

There's the natural progression of events that continued on - he likes sports and music, and was more or less a wealthy child that pursued the hobbies of what was often considered to be that of a class for citizens under the upper class. In addition, his father wasn't fond of his son's aggressive temperament, and perhaps a top of the line martial arts instructor could help calm him down with some discipline while still giving him a hobby he'd like. He received these "krav maga" classes when he was fourteen, and at first, they didn't seem to do much good at keeping him down, but as time progressed, he seems better at keeping control of that temper. He was disciplined. However, when it came to sparring, he was ferocious and aggressive and sometimes had to be restrained. Perhaps other activities are necessary? Among the various solutions were, firstly, an outlet where he can learn to socialize properly with others. This is where he learned about his fondness with girls and how to be the charming devil he was always meant to be - and secondly, a way to expend his energy without directing it at another person. So for a very short period of time, Abe was encouraged to enter gymnastics. While all the acrobatics were cool and fun, he figured he could learn that on his own via free-running without wearing an uncomfortably tight unitard.

His powers began to develop when he was 15. It was an incredibly scary experience for him, seeing how he reacted with stone and all that. He was a dirty little secret for a while before he could control it, and it was a secret that stayed strictly between father and son. Apparently, the father knew something of the meta humans, though didn't quite drop the bomb on him about it... and although surprised, he wasn't traumatically shocked by the knowledge of his son being one. It took a while, perhaps a week or two, of consistent tinkering to learn how to mess with the power, to at least keep it from activating by accident. Enough so that he can continue his regular life. He continued his active life as he would, but now with something else to practice on the sideline. He had a double life: a normal one, and then one as a meta-human, where he would practice his abilities when he wasn't doing anything else. And he soon began to realize that it was actually a pretty god damn awesome thing that he could do. Something that made him unique and set him apart! Something that could also be used to assert dominance. This pride and cocky attitude got a pretty secure hold on his life, his confidence affecting him in somewhat unpredictable ways. His sparring in martial arts was once again aggressive, and he got kicked out of the dojo when he was 17 for breaking the sternum of another student with a single punch, as well as knocking them ten feet back (it was at that point he learned how to solidify the bones in his arm for a more powerful blow). This of course pissed off his father.

Life drastically changed when Abe was 17, and they learned when a shooting occurred at a theater killed Abraham's brother and one of security guards that escorted him. His father drank, and Abe, well, essentially became the devil incarnate. He was consumed with rage; wrath and other deadly sins took over his life. He fell out of loop with his usual self. He spent his time in the bad part of town in an alley, unbeknownst to his father, learning how to use his ability, and then beating people with it. Of course, these people were thugs and other crooks of that nature, making Abe a guy that resembled something of a vigilante. When spending his time there, he also learned of those street fight circles you can win and get paid for, much like underground boxing. Naturally, Abe didn't care about the money out of it, it was an outlet for his aggression and anger and he took advantage of it. There being no rules, and ghettos not being a stranger to superhumans, he was allowed to use his power. They didn't quite expect Abe's power to basically be made for close fighting.

Shit hit the fan when Abe was involved in some terrible incident and all of the commotion grabbed the attention of Abe's father, who was unaware of all of Abraham's delinquent behavior meanwhile, which caused him to pull Abe out of prison (he was 18 then), and give him the loudest lecture of a lifetime. This of course brought to much attention to the family on the press, and he sent his son away to live on his own for a while (with a fair amount of money to live on should he be out of work). A good place to go was a different busy city swarming with activity and police, in Chicago. Abe went to live there, hoping maybe life there away from home would help to temper his son's behavior, as well as discipline him so that he isn't so willing to resort to his abilities so easily. Though honestly, Abe earnestly disagrees, and believes that his power is a part of who he is and that he should embrace it, not hide it. That being said, he's still going around town performing vigilante work. After a brief lapse of time, an officer caught him about to start a fight with a similarly shady man and Abe was thrown in the Chicago prison for a short night. It was about a week after that he received mail from his father expressing his dissatisfaction with Abraham, and included in the mail was a letter concerning the 218 Academy. A place for people with powers like him, to learn control and restraint. Also a place where, his father had at least hoped, would aid in disciplining him.

His life and the effects various events has influenced who he is as a person drastically. He is a person of domination. Strength, toughness, street-wit, the bought intellect of private education, and savagery. His goal is to win in all areas of life. Social, economic, in sports and fighting. He's entirely self-concerned and wouldn't shed a second glance in your direction. While he's a charming showboat outwardly, he holds contempt for virtually everything, but is a side that is never shown and rarely channeled. Life is a beauty pageant and Abe is Simon Cowell. Hobbies are outlets that Abe can pursue, and are perhaps areas in which he can find acquaintances. Peons. Tools. Those sorts of people. Which is, to say, everybody.

Power Information

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

He is, if you watch Avatar, what you would expect from an earthbender and even more. He has the capability of manipulating rock and the ground itself and many of its variations, to his will. He can form it to his desire and wreak havoc with it as he pleases. His range is as far as the eye can discern and his power is as strong as his ferocity. The many different forms and bodies of stone and earth he can mold can have an influence on how the rocks are manipulated, and he can carve and shape it as he deems necessary. He can shape the stone so that it can be worn around his body, whether it be armor, a weapon, or giant fists. He can erect giant pillars and spires from the ground as long as there is enough stone in the vicinity to fuel it and as well as rectangular walls and shields - even domes. He can disconnect these from the ground and send it flying through the air or skidding across the ground and crush the target behind the thousands of pounds of force its impact generates. As Abraham is able to mold stone, he can, if he so chooses, reconstruct damaged structures or sculpt a brand new structure entirely. As he is normally, he is very much capable of manipulating stone using fluid movements, though is not restricted to doing just that.

Stone Embodiment: Abraham can morph his whole body into cold, hard stone, or selectively morph different parts of his body. This also cause his body to become much denser, heavier, and durable, allowing him to pack more power at the trade-off of speed. Given his power of stone manipulation, he still retains enough mobility to keep himself moving, though his speed is severely hampered and he lacks the kind of agility he'd usually have. It's like going from motorcycle to foot scooter. On top of packing a lot of weight behind his punches, the ability to manipulate stone helps him packs tons more power behind his monster hay-makers and grants him super-strength that can compete even with the strongest of superheroes. Abe's wit has helped him think through the different aspects of his power, and so he recognized that, when stone, his own body can be altered as he pleases. This said, he is capable of changing the shape of his own body to serve his purpose - whether it be changing his hands to hammer or blades - the latter being particularly frightful, given how a pointy thing being made of stone and the size of a grown man's arm is being lunged straight through your body, and if you survive that, congratulations asshole! You now have stone sediments coursing through your bloodstream. Speaking of sediments, sandstorms are not beyond Abraham's ability. Although they are not a staple of his preferred fighting style and is not quite as practiced with them as say, a person with sand powers is, his sandstorms can still be quite dangerous - why? Because although they may not have the wild winds or range and density as a sand meta, he can deconstruct stone into jagged and razor-edged shards and grains of sand, you impetuous pisshead. Way to go running head on into the equivalent of a dryer filled with razor blades and sandpaper.

Like many superhumans, Abe has a couple of secret weapons, none he'd use lightly. But should the situation ever call for such a measure, he can go stone form. Which is cool in itself, right? Well, from there, Abe can begin an exhaustive process where he takes in the stone from his environment into his own body before his size and mass proliferates into that of a massive golem - easily as tall as telephone poles. While his standard stone embodiment stands as it is as being extraordinarily durable, turning into the Golem leaves him impervious to almost all physical attacks, attacks on his biological system, and allow him to deal devastating strikes to his foes. Unfortunately, Abraham has yet to master this ability. In fact, he has yet to fulfill one successful full-transformation. The patience and tedious process doesn't match will with Abe's fast-paced and impulsive behavior. However, should he ever master it, there's quite the epiphany... he takes in stone from his environment - there isn't a real set limit. The process is exhaustive, but should he ever be able to keep going, he can take in as much as stone as is provided to him and reach colossal levels that'd compare to (or perhaps even dwarf!) the Greek titans - though this is, to the fortune of his enemies, restricted by his stamina. The most he would be able to bring himself to do is to be as tall as telephone poles - and, of course, the girth of modern homes and the weight of a mountain. It is in his Golem form that his power is nearly boundless, and as such, provides more strength behind the changes to his environment that he is capable of instilling. Those spires he could erect before become miniature mountains, and the defensive walls become sheer cliffs. These he can launch with such power that it can utterly shatter a person's body were they not the most enduring superhuman! However, as a golem, he lacks mobility. He can make huge, massive steps, but at a super slow pace. Everything about him is slower and predictable, but should he hit somebody, they're in for a world of hurt.

He has a unique ability he has recently been able to work out - regeneration. If he gets a cut, chops off his thumb, he can turn part of his body to stone - or his whole body, if he wishes - and manipulates stone to form to his original body, and revert his body back to normal, so that the stone thumb that replaced the prior one becomes a fleshy part of his body. Quite literally, he can make replacements. However, there is still the case of the utter soul-wrenching pain that comes with dismemberment. Regeneration isn't an easy process when you're under such a large amount of pain and stress, and it is a somewhat slow process given how what stamina Abraham has left is being put into regrowing a limb whilst under agony - there needs to be stone around that he can take into his body and replace the limb, otherwise, he needs the limb itself. What'll be left is very obvious scarring (such as the scar on his thumb) that shows this, but the body part is otherwise fully functional. However, he will still experience aches and phantom pains for a while after the regeneration and it generates trauma on the body. It is an ability that took a great amount of time to get working properly, and it takes a great deal of body memory, as well as contorting his limbs into different shapes. So these are not abilities he did little work to earn. He practiced extensively with his power to fully understand the ins and outs of this ability.

Limits:

His powers do have limits and drawbacks. Whilst in stone form, Abraham's control over the stone around him is less refined. It becomes immensely more difficult for him to create large, dramatic structures and spires. While being in stone form does help him generate more power in the smaller environmental changes he can produce, his range and the size of his manipulate is on a smaller scale. Large-scale manipulation requires him to be in his more vulnerable and fleshy state. In this stone form, he is also restricted to contact. In order to bend the rocks and earth around him, he must remain on the ground and keeping himself firmly on the ground, Stone embodiment is much slower than his standard body, and his speed is cut down by at least half. So to be more efficient at fighting in a fast-paced match, he has to combine his regular body and stone embodiment, leaving him vulnerable in some areas to make up for speed so he can properly defend himself. His stone body, while incredibly durable, doesn't flex. Not like metal or flesh does, and that is why rock, under enough pressure at the right angle, can break easier than metal. However, his body is still dense and solid and would take tremendous force with the right material to actually break him. Part of what he does to circumvent the earthbending limitations is to petrify only his arms or parts of his body as he needs it, so that his earthbending isn't totally nerfed.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Let's be real here: Abraham is a physical juggernaut locked down tighter than a nun's chastity belt. If your aim is to dominate him via fisticuffs, you're gonna get wrecked. His power acts a bulwark to minimize weakness, but one power that would give him trouble is anything that has any form of intangibility, or if you have the ability to control water and to freeze it, letting water seep through the cracks of his body and let it expand into ice. Though while his defense is awe-inspiring and his power terrifying, he operates rather simply. In a fight, he generally runs off of instinct and his training, and krav maga was made for street fighting. In more serious fights, he gets a form of tunnel vision that, while bad news for his target, makes him narrow-sighted and easy to predict. A clever opponent may outsmart him in a fight. Or perhaps your power is psychic in nature. In fights, his mind is a flurry. If a power allows someone to mess with his mind, he'll go nuts or shut down. He has very little defenses against mental attacks beyond his own conviction and - should he fall into it - being blinded by the seething rage that fuels him. It's a berserker mode that puts him in one train of thought, and while useful against mental attacks, everything around him is going to be messed way the hell up and he is going to feel like shit when he gets out of it.

Or perhaps this isn't a fight we are talking about. Maybe it's social interaction, or maybe a diplomatic mission. While charismatic in the sense he can play a fun guy very well and get people to like them, he isn't nice. As such, he doesn't like leading people. He is a piss poor leader because he doesn't really like people a whole lot. Maybe individual people, but as a group, Abe just doesn't like people. So he's a poor leader. And maybe if you catch him in a mood, he's poor at making friends. Or perhaps he's just judging you by the shoes you wear. Either way, he makes enemies easily, and has the audacity to not even consider them worthy of calling them an enemy. He's extremely arrogant that way. He'll blow a diplomatic mission if he feels he's been slighted and he isn't much of a tactician. He just has two gears - stop and go. That said, he can play the charm just right if he has the proper incentive. Just cross your fingers that he doesn't get offended. His brand of "justice" is a very controversial one, and while he can identify the difference in moral right and wrongs, his punishment is usually severe. Abraham sees it as justified.

Relationships

Family:

Kenneth Gene, Father
Cheyenne Garter, Mother, (unknown whereabouts)
Samuel Gene, Brother, (deceased)

Dynamics:

Other

• The goal of Abraham is to present a challenge or opposing force, one in which other characters can rebel against and form relationships with other through a mutual enemy. While Abraham is capable of becoming friends with other characters should the player play their cards right, or if we happen to work something out that'd make an interesting plot device, Abe isn't meant to be a likable or easily-trumped character by any means. So I offend anyone while writing him, that's great. I'll be thoroughly satisfied in knowing Abraham is an asshole.
  

Academy 218: Why

Jordan Otgonbayar

Basic Information

Name:

Jordan Otgonbayar; “Jordy”, “Sloth”

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

Jordy is a meandering boy, 5'9”, 144 lbs, not a giant nor dwarf, not a heavy weight nor shrimp. Lanky and stringy build, and a slouching spine that gives a portrait of a much shorter height than what he possesses. His skin is tanned, but in a genetic sense, and he looks as though he could be darker if he spent time in the sun. Slanted brown eyes and rounded face, from the dominant Mongolian heritage on his father's side, and with Hawaiian and Spanish blood on his mother's side. As implied before, Jordy is scrawny, and he won't be scaring off any bullies any time soon. In fact, he looks as though he is in a daze most of the time, and any threats might not register to him. You can see it in him, too – he is as relaxed as a person can be. He takes his time with everything.

He has black hair in a bowl cut that sits above bushy and untrimmed eyebrows, but you wouldn't realize it, because it is always shaggy and looks as though it has gone without a good combing, like Jordy had just rolled out of bed. He has a pushed-in nose and shallow nose bridge, but one trait of himself he especially like is his jawline. He claims you could cut glass with it. Some flaws are to be expected with a pile of lazy bones – chewed up nails, sometimes with dirt under them, some spots on his skin from an imperfect complexion, off-white teeth – his top left buck tooth looking like two teeth because of biting down on something hard, causing a crack right down the center.

His attire is incredibly simplistic, so if you're considering the gift of clothes, it won't be hard to please him. He always always wears the same kind of clothes. Jordy prefers to go around where nothing on his torso but a hoody, since they're baggy and soft to touch. He often layers over that a the same old army-green field jacket if he doesn't feel warm enough. Next, it would seem the only kind of pants he wears are sweats, baggy light blue jeans, and cargos. On his feet, going anywhere, are flip flips. If it's cold, don't even expect him to put on sneakers. Wool toed socks and flip flops. If it's too cold for flip flops, he'd sooner not go at all because of how it'd be too much effort on his behalf. Even his clothes look worn down and perhaps in need of replacement soon. But don't expect that to happen.

Skills/Talents:

Honestly, Jordy lacks the drive to do things and learn that he likes them. He isn't particularly good at anything because of his lack of motivation and patience to work at being good at something. He has his hand dipped in a couple of things once, said he enjoyed, but never pursued further. One thing he is good at, for sure, is a fair bit of comedy, since he does like talking to people. As for an actual skill, he is savvy enough to work conversations well and evading responsibility – so he's a pretty sly politician for what it's worth, but neither is that a field he would eagerly jump into.

Brief Backstory:

His dad is in the American navy, so his family is a bit more worldly out of necessity. Pops met ma when he was stationed at a harbor in Hawaii, and the rest was history. Their family had low-middle class wealth and got by with a couple of leisures that they could afford from time to time. A curious idea that Jordy's old man, who was rigidly disciplined in one of the world's most successful militaries could raise a boy that would slack off so often. A rage inducing trait, and Jordy has his fair share of scars from it. Cigar burns and bruises, cut lips, and despite the undeniably abusive trials of his life, he kept a firm head up. At the end of his punishments, he'd always stare his old man in the face and smile, then shrug – years of this and the abuse ended, and the father just letting Jordy do what Jordy does. Ironically, their relationship improved after all of it, though it became more of a friend-to-friend relationship than a father-son one. Jordan never bore a grudge and he still doesn't speak ill of his dad. He tells it as it is: the man beat him until it was pointless, and then they became friends. Jordy never mentions the hard times, hiding the insinuation that the abuse had actually gotten to him a number of times. He never did like showing his vulnerable emotions to other people.

His relationship with his mother was significantly different. She never approved of the abuse, and got into fights with his father often over it. Jordy would always console his mother after these arguments. Truly, they were each other's emotional support and were always there for each other. He still slacked, and his mother, too, was frustrated with his laziness, but saw sooner than his father did that fighting him was useless. They did finally come to the agreement that they'd stay out of his affairs, or lack thereof, if he at least kept his slack and clutter to himself and confine it to his own room so that the rest didn't have to suffer for it.

His education was something of a spectacular story. Jordy is remarkably intelligent, let's not lie, but it is overshadowed by his lack of commitment. His grades plummeted because he never did homework, but regardless, he passed every test that was handed to him. He was placed in isolated testing rooms with monitors to make sure he wasn't cheating. He just had a knack for easily absorbing information. Now, as for how anyone could discover a power like Jordan's, it wasn't easy. It took a meta-human terrorist engulfing a street in fire to reveal Jordy's immunity to meta-human energy. He was bathed in flames and was left without so much as a singe mark.

When NEST took him in, and attempted to intimidate him into agreeing to a chip implant, Jordy had no intention of just being cut open. Sounded like way too much work. So he exercised his right to be informed regarding the procedure, and learned about meta-human energy and how his energy didn't match up. So he argued that he couldn't be subjected to this sort of treatment since Jordy didn't fit the qualification of being a pure meta-human. He was released, but his argument is still pending among NEST officials and courts of law. He got off free for now, but dreads the day should they decide he still qualifies and must be implanted with something.

Power Information

Power Class:

Power

Power:

Power Immunity (Passive): Superpowers are charged by meta-human energy that can be harnessed and utilized. Jordy is unique in that he is more like a faux meta-human, as his meta-human energy is negatively charged as opposed to a positive charge, opposing everything that anyone knows about meta energy. This negative charge acts like an aura and cannot be traditionally utilized or harnessed and therefore Jordan doesn't have any real superpower. However, this energy does interact with the energy of other meta-humans in an intriguing way. It negates it effects and renders it inert. This means that anything imbued with a positively charged meta-human energy has zero effect on Baron's person.

To clarify further, an individual with pyrokinesis ignites an artificial flame. That flame is made by the power and is imbued with some of the essence of its creator. That essence is broken down when it comes into contact with Jordy and he receives no harm from it. It doesn't matter if you bathe him in an endless stream of fire, he'll suffer no foul. This goes for even ingesting poisons generated from powers. The toxins are imbued with meta-human energy and are broken down the moment it touches him. Powers that cloak its user, such as invisibility, are negated on contact with Jordy allowing him to see the person invisible. Even powers that don't make any form of contact – as long as they're directed at him – are rendered inert, such as telepathy or telekinesis. The negative energy blocks them out like an impenetrable wall.

Limits:

This energy only negates powers directed at him or powers that come into contact with him. He cannot “turn off” an individual's power at will, for instance. Also, the energy doesn't protect him from the consequences of powers. Someone with super-strength can throw objects at him and he'll still be in severe danger. A pyrokinetic can set the forest on fire – the original flames, he will be immune to, but the other trees that catch fire from the heat generated from the first will be dangerous to him. If a terrakinetic splits the earth, there's still a gaping hole in the ground he can fall down. Invisibility doesn't target Jordy, so while contact with an invisible target will render them visible as his energy eats theirs, he can't see them if they're away. Their energy will also soon replenish itself and they can turn invisible again after contact.

Genetic powers – powers that effect the body on a cellular level – are trickier. Titus MacArthur can swing a punch at Jordy. Jordy won't receive the full force of his wrathful barrage, but that doesn't change the fact that somebody is punching him in the face. The effect received depends on how strong they would be based upon their body type, or what their body type would be if they didn't have their power. People don't have tails either, so if a lizard friend were to smash their fifth appendage against his chest, it would feel as though he received a blow from one of their limbs back in their original form, at the same muscle density ratio of their tail to their body.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

This energy cannot be turned off. While this might seem inconsequential, beneficial superpowers do not affect him either. Transferring invisibility or healing him does nothing. So any supernatural means of helping him is out of the question.

Relationships

Family:

Tenjin Otgonbayar, Father
Veronica Otgonbayar, Mother

Dynamics:

New student

Other

• Expect nothing to get done. Will I even post as him? No one knows.
• Lazy? Absolutely. Robotic? Nah, mate, you're in for a surprise when all of the world's pressure starts piling down on him thinking he's Beowulf or something.

Abraham Gene

Basic Information

Name:

Abraham Gene; “Abe”, “Golem”

Age:

20

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

Abraham is imposing. He's thugish, he is 6'3" tall, athletically fit, surmounted by broadened shoulders and he carries himself in such esteem you would think that nothing could touch him. In addition to his height, he is muscular. Not just in his arms or abdomen, though - he is the type of guy who you'd think did a full body workout (albeit not a devoted body builder). These aspects, along with his uncommonly thick bones, contributes to his weight. As an African-American and Caucasian mix, his skin is a brown soil color, generally untouched by acne or blemishes, but covered in scars and scrapes from various activities. Among his collection includes a bright, whitened stripe across his thumb - and if you hadn't known better, you would've thought it was cut off at some point or another. Others includes scrapes and burn scars all over his hands and a couple on his arms and legs, which appear to be nothing more than rough housing mementos. A notable one, however, his one that stretches across the right side of his abdomen, down his side. That one he laughs about and claims it had occurred during a knife fight.

His lips are not thick and full and fat and so on (although they are not particularly thin), and the structure of his face appears to resemble that of a Caucasian man, though this is due to his split heritage and the interracial relationship of his grandparents. He has thick eyebrows and lashes which frames his intense amber eyes, and his black hair is dreaded all the way down to an inch below his shoulder blades. His hair, though, is most of the time held back in a loose ponytail gently tied back by two other dreadlocks. Otherwise, his hair would've framed his oval face and draped over his broad shoulders. He is, generally speaking from the subjctive viewpoints of others, described as a fairly attractive individual. If you've a preference those of dark skin, or if skin color does little to determine your attraction to a person, Abraham is a looker for his age and possesses admirable physique. He's tall and strong with a charming disposition and demeanor, holding himself in such a way that exudes confidence and invokes envy, and he knows it! So predictably, he likes to utilize that to his advantage - as well as a reliable asset.

He has very little in the ways of facial hair or body hair. He has some light unnoticeable stubble across his cheeks and chin, and is as such nothing remarkable. His tone is remarkable in comparison to the common man his age; barely a pinch of fat in any one place of his body. This of course contributes to a portion of the justified arrogance he reveals. His walk has swagger and his smooth voice bears a light Boston accent, but he generally does not use very many forms of slang.

There isn't any one particular outfit that he leans towards - he has many of them. The style may change from a punk vibe, to relaxed, sometimes classy, sportsy, whatever. He generally has a jacket though, usually a denim jacket or a leather one, or a black pea coat if he's feeling particularly hipster that day. He usually avoids shorts. The kind of jeans or pants don't really matter to him, but he tends to shoot for jeans that are baggy around legs but tends to tighten around his waist, providing comfort and usability. His shoes are boots, almost always boots. Steel toed, faded out, around the ankles, much like that of combat boots. Though it may change according to the situation - sports often call for sneakers, and a fancy outing requires more refined dress shoes. These he has, which were custom made for his feet. But mostly, Abraham goes for clothing that is relaxed and easy to move in – it is worth noting that, having come from a wealthy family, he is more accustomed to a costly wardrobe. V neck shirts are a common occurrence in his wardrobe, long sleeved shirts are too. A belt is always seen around his waist, and he never wears gloves. Important, that.

Skills/Talents:

Abraham was provided many opportunities during his life, so as such, he was able to build up quite a set of skills. When it comes to athletics, he's in a niche of his own: He has taken defense programs - krav maga, an Israeli art. He had actually worked his way up pretty high, but due to abusing the teachings he had received there, he was refused any further services before he could become their equivalent to a black belt. That aside, the actual self-defense training has managed to stick with him to this day. He always did participate in sports like soccer, football, basketball, and basically anything that was competitive and could get his blood flowing. He was a gymnast for a short period of time, and ran track. In his spare time, when he was unable to participate in athletics, Abraham worked to gain a fair measure of musical talent and managed to carve himself a little place in stringed instruments: he's had lessons in guitar and transferred that over whilst learning the ukulele, and just a little practice on a friend's bass. Abe is incredibly practiced in his superhuman abilities, and knows how to implement them well - he derives a great deal of pride in learning how to utilize his abilities to their fullest extent. During his practice, he learned a few tricks that he keeps up his sleeves.

Brief Backstory:

Abraham was born to a very wealthy and prestigious family. His father is a director of an oil company, so that said, they were extremely well off. The mother left early on leaving not much of a mother figure to be around aside from the maids that were paid to service the family. Aside from that, there isn't much to be said about his early youth, aside that he was provided with an extensive above-average education, regularly encouraged to do well in the private school for the upper class in which he was enrolled in, so that he may excel much like his father. His father, which, never really had the time to behave as a proper parent or role model to the boy, so he was mostly raised by weak-willed servants. This, predictably, can lead to some peculiar growing up patterns.

When Abe was five, he got a little brother. A half brother, in all honesty, but they were brothers nonetheless. They grew up together from then on. As soon as Abe was old enough to get into sports, he did, and he found it exhilarating. The adrenaline and competition meant everything to him - he wanted to win, to be the best, and feel magnificent while doing so, as though he were on top of the world. He didn't received much support from his father, who tended to just look at him and expected improvement the next time around - that's how economics worked, after all. Unfortunately, it was twisted into a vicious cycle and it eventually developed a sense of domination in Abraham, that he had to be better, otherwise he wasn't good enough. Him and his brother, as they got older, always wrestled. He got into track, played on teams in sports, which was generally football, basketball, and soccer. Of course, some of these routines couldn't continue when it rained or if he got sick or even grounded. There wasn't many curricular activities he could do if those options weren't available. So when he was forced to stay home, he managed to pick up a different hobby: guitar lessons. It started simple at first, when he began to teach himself what each string sounded like. As he grew to like it, he was receiving lessons.

There's the natural progression of events that continued on - he likes sports and music, and was more or less a wealthy child that pursued the hobbies of what was often considered to be that of a class for citizens under the upper class. In addition, his father wasn't fond of his son's aggressive temperament, and perhaps a top of the line martial arts instructor could help calm him down with some discipline while still giving him a hobby he'd like. He received these "krav maga" classes when he was fourteen, and at first, they didn't seem to do much good at keeping him down, but as time progressed, he seems better at keeping control of that temper. He was disciplined. However, when it came to sparring, he was ferocious and aggressive and sometimes had to be restrained. Perhaps other activities are necessary? Among the various solutions were, firstly, an outlet where he can learn to socialize properly with others. This is where he learned about his fondness with girls and how to be the charming devil he was always meant to be - and secondly, a way to expend his energy without directing it at another person. So for a very short period of time, Abe was encouraged to enter gymnastics. While all the acrobatics were cool and fun, he figured he could learn that on his own via free-running without wearing an uncomfortably tight unitard.

His powers began to develop when he was 15. It was an incredibly scary experience for him, seeing how he reacted with stone and all that. He was a dirty little secret for a while before he could control it, and it was a secret that stayed strictly between father and son. Apparently, the father knew something of the meta humans, though didn't quite drop the bomb on him about it... and although surprised, he wasn't traumatically shocked by the knowledge of his son being one. It took a while, perhaps a week or two, of consistent tinkering to learn how to mess with the power, to at least keep it from activating by accident. Enough so that he can continue his regular life. He continued his active life as he would, but now with something else to practice on the sideline. He had a double life: a normal one, and then one as a meta-human, where he would practice his abilities when he wasn't doing anything else. And he soon began to realize that it was actually a pretty god damn awesome thing that he could do. Something that made him unique and set him apart! Something that could also be used to assert dominance. This pride and cocky attitude got a pretty secure hold on his life, his confidence affecting him in somewhat unpredictable ways. His sparring in martial arts was once again aggressive, and he got kicked out of the dojo when he was 17 for breaking the sternum of another student with a single punch, as well as knocking them ten feet back (it was at that point he learned how to solidify the bones in his arm for a more powerful blow). This of course pissed off his father.

Life drastically changed when Abe was 17, and they learned when a shooting occurred at a theater killed Abraham's brother and one of security guards that escorted him. His father drank, and Abe, well, essentially became the devil incarnate. He was consumed with rage; wrath and other deadly sins took over his life. He fell out of loop with his usual self. He spent his time in the bad part of town in an alley, unbeknownst to his father, learning how to use his ability, and then beating people with it. Of course, these people were thugs and other crooks of that nature, making Abe a guy that resembled something of a vigilante. When spending his time there, he also learned of those street fight circles you can win and get paid for, much like underground boxing. Naturally, Abe didn't care about the money out of it, it was an outlet for his aggression and anger and he took advantage of it. There being no rules, and ghettos not being a stranger to superhumans, he was allowed to use his power. They didn't quite expect Abe's power to basically be made for close fighting.

Shit hit the fan when Abe was involved in some terrible incident and all of the commotion grabbed the attention of Abe's father, who was unaware of all of Abraham's delinquent behavior meanwhile, which caused him to pull Abe out of prison (he was 18 then), and give him the loudest lecture of a lifetime. This of course brought to much attention to the family on the press, and he sent his son away to live on his own for a while (with a fair amount of money to live on should he be out of work). A good place to go was a different busy city swarming with activity and police, in Chicago. Abe went to live there, hoping maybe life there away from home would help to temper his son's behavior, as well as discipline him so that he isn't so willing to resort to his abilities so easily. Though honestly, Abe earnestly disagrees, and believes that his power is a part of who he is and that he should embrace it, not hide it. That being said, he's still going around town performing vigilante work. After a brief lapse of time, an officer caught him about to start a fight with a similarly shady man and Abe was thrown in the Chicago prison for a short night. It was about a week after that he received mail from his father expressing his dissatisfaction with Abraham, and included in the mail was a letter concerning the 218 Academy. A place for people with powers like him, to learn control and restraint. Also a place where, his father had at least hoped, would aid in disciplining him.

His life and the effects various events has influenced who he is as a person drastically. He is a person of domination. Strength, toughness, street-wit, the bought intellect of private education, and savagery. His goal is to win in all areas of life. Social, economic, in sports and fighting. He's entirely self-concerned and wouldn't shed a second glance in your direction. While he's a charming showboat outwardly, he holds contempt for virtually everything, but is a side that is never shown and rarely channeled. Life is a beauty pageant and Abe is Simon Cowell. Hobbies are outlets that Abe can pursue, and are perhaps areas in which he can find acquaintances. Peons. Tools. Those sorts of people. Which is, to say, everybody.

Power Information

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

He is, if you watch Avatar, what you would expect from an earthbender and even more. He has the capability of manipulating rock and the ground itself and many of its variations, to his will. He can form it to his desire and wreak havoc with it as he pleases. His range is as far as the eye can discern and his power is as strong as his ferocity. The many different forms and bodies of stone and earth he can mold can have an influence on how the rocks are manipulated, and he can carve and shape it as he deems necessary. He can shape the stone so that it can be worn around his body, whether it be armor, a weapon, or giant fists. He can erect giant pillars and spires from the ground as long as there is enough stone in the vicinity to fuel it and as well as rectangular walls and shields - even domes. He can disconnect these from the ground and send it flying through the air or skidding across the ground and crush the target behind the thousands of pounds of force its impact generates. As Abraham is able to mold stone, he can, if he so chooses, reconstruct damaged structures or sculpt a brand new structure entirely. As he is normally, he is very much capable of manipulating stone using fluid movements, though is not restricted to doing just that.

Stone Embodiment: Abraham can morph his whole body into cold, hard stone, or selectively morph different parts of his body. This also cause his body to become much denser, heavier, and durable, allowing him to pack more power at the trade-off of speed. Given his power of stone manipulation, he still retains enough mobility to keep himself moving, though his speed is severely hampered and he lacks the kind of agility he'd usually have. It's like going from motorcycle to foot scooter. On top of packing a lot of weight behind his punches, the ability to manipulate stone helps him packs tons more power behind his monster hay-makers and grants him super-strength that can compete even with the strongest of superheroes. Abe's wit has helped him think through the different aspects of his power, and so he recognized that, when stone, his own body can be altered as he pleases. This said, he is capable of changing the shape of his own body to serve his purpose - whether it be changing his hands to hammer or blades - the latter being particularly frightful, given how a pointy thing being made of stone and the size of a grown man's arm is being lunged straight through your body, and if you survive that, congratulations asshole! You now have stone sediments coursing through your bloodstream. Speaking of sediments, sandstorms are not beyond Abraham's ability. Although they are not a staple of his preferred fighting style and is not quite as practiced with them as say, a person with sand powers is, his sandstorms can still be quite dangerous - why? Because although they may not have the wild winds or range and density as a sand meta, he can deconstruct stone into jagged and razor-edged shards and grains of sand, you impetuous pisshead. Way to go running head on into the equivalent of a dryer filled with razor blades and sandpaper.

Like many superhumans, Abe has a couple of secret weapons, none he'd use lightly. But should the situation ever call for such a measure, he can go stone form. Which is cool in itself, right? Well, from there, Abe can begin an exhaustive process where he takes in the stone from his environment into his own body before his size and mass proliferates into that of a massive golem - easily as tall as telephone poles. While his standard stone embodiment stands as it is as being extraordinarily durable, turning into the Golem leaves him impervious to almost all physical attacks, attacks on his biological system, and allow him to deal devastating strikes to his foes. Unfortunately, Abraham has yet to master this ability. In fact, he has yet to fulfill one successful full-transformation. The patience and tedious process doesn't match will with Abe's fast-paced and impulsive behavior. However, should he ever master it, there's quite the epiphany... he takes in stone from his environment - there isn't a real set limit. The process is exhaustive, but should he ever be able to keep going, he can take in as much as stone as is provided to him and reach colossal levels that'd compare to (or perhaps even dwarf!) the Greek titans - though this is, to the fortune of his enemies, restricted by his stamina. The most he would be able to bring himself to do is to be as tall as telephone poles - and, of course, the girth of modern homes and the weight of a mountain. It is in his Golem form that his power is nearly boundless, and as such, provides more strength behind the changes to his environment that he is capable of instilling. Those spires he could erect before become miniature mountains, and the defensive walls become sheer cliffs. These he can launch with such power that it can utterly shatter a person's body were they not the most enduring superhuman! However, as a golem, he lacks mobility. He can make huge, massive steps, but at a super slow pace. Everything about him is slower and predictable, but should he hit somebody, they're in for a world of hurt.

He has a unique ability he has recently been able to work out - regeneration. If he gets a cut, chops off his thumb, he can turn part of his body to stone - or his whole body, if he wishes - and manipulates stone to form to his original body, and revert his body back to normal, so that the stone thumb that replaced the prior one becomes a fleshy part of his body. Quite literally, he can make replacements. However, there is still the case of the utter soul-wrenching pain that comes with dismemberment. Regeneration isn't an easy process when you're under such a large amount of pain and stress, and it is a somewhat slow process given how what stamina Abraham has left is being put into regrowing a limb whilst under agony - there needs to be stone around that he can take into his body and replace the limb, otherwise, he needs the limb itself. What'll be left is very obvious scarring (such as the scar on his thumb) that shows this, but the body part is otherwise fully functional. However, he will still experience aches and phantom pains for a while after the regeneration and it generates trauma on the body. It is an ability that took a great amount of time to get working properly, and it takes a great deal of body memory, as well as contorting his limbs into different shapes. So these are not abilities he did little work to earn. He practiced extensively with his power to fully understand the ins and outs of this ability.

Limits:

His powers do have limits and drawbacks. Whilst in stone form, Abraham's control over the stone around him is less refined. It becomes immensely more difficult for him to create large, dramatic structures and spires. While being in stone form does help him generate more power in the smaller environmental changes he can produce, his range and the size of his manipulate is on a smaller scale. Large-scale manipulation requires him to be in his more vulnerable and fleshy state. In this stone form, he is also restricted to contact. In order to bend the rocks and earth around him, he must remain on the ground and keeping himself firmly on the ground, Stone embodiment is much slower than his standard body, and his speed is cut down by at least half. So to be more efficient at fighting in a fast-paced match, he has to combine his regular body and stone embodiment, leaving him vulnerable in some areas to make up for speed so he can properly defend himself. His stone body, while incredibly durable, doesn't flex. Not like metal or flesh does, and that is why rock, under enough pressure at the right angle, can break easier than metal. However, his body is still dense and solid and would take tremendous force with the right material to actually break him. Part of what he does to circumvent the earthbending limitations is to petrify only his arms or parts of his body as he needs it, so that his earthbending isn't totally nerfed.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Let's be real here: Abraham is a physical juggernaut locked down tighter than a nun's chastity belt. If your aim is to dominate him via fisticuffs, you're gonna get wrecked. Though while his defense is awe-inspiring and his power terrifying, he operates rather simply. In a fight, he generally runs off of instinct and his training, and krav maga was made for street fighting. In more serious fights, he gets a form of tunnel vision that, while bad news for his target, makes him narrow-sighted and easy to predict. A clever opponent may outsmart him in a fight. Or perhaps your power is psychic in nature. In fights, his mind is a flurry. If a power allows someone to mess with his mind, he'll go nuts or shut down. He has very little defenses against mental attacks beyond his own conviction and - should he fall into it - being blinded by the seething rage that fuels him. It's a berserker mode that puts him in one train of thought, and while useful against mental attacks, everything around him is going to be messed way the hell up and he is going to feel like shit when he gets out of it.

Or perhaps this isn't a fight we are talking about. Maybe it's social interaction, or maybe a diplomatic mission. While charismatic in the sense he can play a fun guy very well and get people to like them, he isn't nice. As such, he doesn't like leading people. He is a piss poor leader because he doesn't really like people a whole lot. Maybe individual people, but as a group, Abe just doesn't like people. So he's a poor leader. And maybe if you catch him in a mood, he's poor at making friends. Or perhaps he's just judging you by the shoes you wear. Either way, he makes enemies easily, and has the audacity to not even consider them worthy of calling them an enemy. He's extremely arrogant that way. He'll blow a diplomatic mission if he feels he's been slighted and he isn't much of a tactician. He just has two gears - stop and go. That said, he can play the charm just right if he has the proper incentive. Just cross your fingers that he doesn't get offended. His brand of "justice" is a very controversial one, and while he can identify the difference in moral right and wrongs, his punishment is usually severe. Abraham sees it as justified.

Relationships

Family:

Kenneth Gene, Father
Cheyenne Garter, Mother, (unknown whereabouts)
Samuel Gene, Brother, (deceased)

Dynamics:

Other

• The goal of Abraham is to present a challenge or opposing force, one in which other characters can rebel against and form relationships with other through a mutual enemy. While Abraham is capable of becoming friends with other characters should the player play their cards right, or if we happen to work something out that'd make an interesting plot device, Abe isn't meant to be a likable or easily-trumped character by any means. So I offend anyone while writing him, that's great. I'll be thoroughly satisfied in knowing Abraham is an asshole.

Academy 218: Why

I agree, Allen is bad. :^)

Brief bio and a missing section? My boy is scrubbing it up already.

Academy 218: Why

The first paragraph of the appearance is utterly superfluous. I don't see a reason for it to be there other than to digress and show off your vocabulary. It's more of a personality trait anyways.

Academy 218: Why

I usually make my sheets more in depth but Allen is a casual scrub that struggles with more than two paragraphs at a time.

Andrea Pasternack

Basic Information

Name:

Andrea Pasternack; “Miss America”, “Queen”

Age:

19

Gender:

Female

Appearance & Attire:

Since a young age, Andrea has developed beyond her years. Her great-grandparent were Polish immigrants escaping the economic pitfall in Europe only to find more of the same in the United States. The years have since improved for the Pasternack family, allowing Andrea to develop in a healthy, shapely young woman. She stand taller than many woman, and even other boys her age at just an inch shy of six feet, but is a lightweight, 119 lbs. Long, naturally wave bright blond hair is often done up with a curler iron, and is further accentuated by hazel blue eyes and pale skin, often done up with makeup so that her skin appears to possess an even skin tone, without the underlying blood creating pictures on her skin. Her complexion is clear! No scars on her face or freckles to speak of, and a little button nose, the left nostril of which is adorned by a piercing with the littlest diamond you ever did see. Her lips are a rich pink if not covered in makeup, full and plush. She also has earring studs, one on each lobe. Other adornments include red polish on her neatly trimmed fingernails and toenails.

Her frame is petite and slender, with breasts at 28E, legs for days - it's plain to see she has won a genetic lottery, but that said, she doesn't really work out. She lacks enough strength to be even remotely threatening, and while she can carry most of the stuff she'll ever need to carry, nobody will be asking her to do the lifting for them. Most of her workout routine is concerned about jogging and yoga. It keeps her cardio up and figure right, but not much more than that. Despite her looks and body type, she doesn't dress provocatively at all and so she is spared from first-glance sexualization, but she might dress in sexier clothing behind clothes door if she's just doing it for herself and doesn't plan on going out. However, on her first day in coming to the prestigious academy she chooses to dress herself in a fitted white blouse top, short sleeved, v-necked, and has a strap with a buckle going around her waist. It's tucked into a black lace pencil skirt. Underneath, she is wearing black leggings, and she prefers to wear shoes or boots with thick cuban heels.

Skills/Talents:

She lives the stereotype of a privileged girl living in a house with a white picket fence. She sings to herself and with friends often, and she has a harmonic voice that could be made into quite the talent if she worked at it and pursued a career in music. Neither is her of acting poor, and has even made a couple cameos in commercials. Perhaps she might yet build a career out of either of these, but as of right now, she was going to school studying law to be an attorney. As a result, she is fairly well read on the law and has a couple of its loopholes worked out. She has picked up some dance practice for prom back in the day.

Brief Backstory:

Andrea is completely unaware of her own privileged life, and how lucky she has been for the majority of it. Born to a high-middle class family in California, being able to afford good schools, started working early, learned how to drive by the time she was sixteen, won her high school's pageant and became prom queen, had boyfriends, had multiple opportunities made available to her such as offers for placement in a couple commercials by this one producer, and a scholarship to attend Stanford. Amidst all this fortune and the popularity she had in school, it didn't do much to alter her nature. She's naturally been a sweet-tempered and reasonable girl, if a bit naive of her place and the place of others in the world. She denies the existence of her privilege and fortunate, and insists that she has worked hard to earn what she has – which may be true to some degree, as she is no stranger to responsibility, but it's clear that a lot of things in her life has been handed to her, and she is currently on the beginning of a long road in grasping and understanding her good fortune.

Her metahuman power had arisen halfway through high school – it was incredibly horrifying given the nature of her power, and was easily the most stressful moment of her life, but she was soon educated on the matter and received a great deal of support from her family and baby sister. She registered with NEST, and she signed on to go to Academy 218 in Alaska, where she'll be taking on what lessons they'll be providing there on top of the Stanford work she'll be taking with her on her laptop – while, certainly, she knew she was going to learn more about herself and her power there, that hasn't stopped her from learning more about it on her own, and has picked up a couple things. She has learned to grow comfortable around her apparitions.

Power Information

Power Class:

Cerebral, Extra-Sensory

Power:

Andrea is capable of seeing another plane, so to speak, which exists within our own as an additional dimension of space. Within this plane exists corporeal entities and apparitions. These "spirits" are relatively passive in nature and accepts Andrea's presence, as though he were always there. This can give her the appearance of looking schizophrenic, always darting back and forth and talking to people that aren't there. While the apparitions are incapable of speech and verbal communication, as well as intangible with three dimensional objects, they are capable of carrying out simple tasks and understanding her communication. This includes scouting out a particular area and retrieving information that Andrea can utilize as he sees fit; this gives him the appearance of a pseudo-omnipresence in his environment. To a certain degree, Andrea is even able to control them, or at least influence them and their decisions, via a mental link to make those kinds of demands. This mental link also grants him a form of protection from some psychic and telepathic abilities. When telepathy is used on her or if anyone is infiltrating her mind in any way, the apparitions sense another presence in Andrea, and therefore becomes hostile at the alien presence in their environment. Deafening shrieking and wailing provides a defense mechanism that will hurt and hopefully ward away the invader, but at the same time, will also harm Andrea in the process. The screaming is so loud and endless and chaotic, that people's ears will begin bleeding in mere seconds.

The nature of the apparitions are unique. They exist as a streaming consciousness existing within a polydimensional temporal plane, and between units of time – thusly invisible to anyone else. Perhaps the true power is the ability to see them and the mental link Andrea shares with them, but the apparitions are no less incredible. Made of anti-matter, and its high-energy collisions having something to do with their state of being. They are made of an electrically active gas, and while mostly inert, are inexplicably bonded together ionically – it held up that this high-energy being was able to pass information along so easily, as though they were made up of neurons.

The apparitions possess incredible cerebral-type powers, from telekinesis to telepathy, and even mind-linking. Andrea can do that by using the third party apparition to be a chain connecting two people together, and transfer thoughts back and forth. This also means they can insert thoughts into people's heads. Perhaps the most significant power is to phase into our three dimensional world and directly make contact. This is usually only done in order to protect Andrea and fully utilize their power, when it has the strongest direct connection. If half a dozen of them do this and use telekinesis on one target, that thing or person will likely be launched through the air in an instant, almost fast as lightning. The apparitions can move through walls, and through people without them ever knowing it. Part of her Andrea's bond to the apparitions include luminescent eyes that glow in the dark. What else these apparitions could do is a mystery to her.

Limits:

Andrea herself is not really a psychic. She relies on a third party to perform tasks for her, so however small, there is a delay. There is also the matter of a limited supply of these apparitions. While she can find them anywhere and everywhere, the apparitions are only so concentrated in one location, and are spread evenly across whatever area. Her resources are not unlimited. Furthermore, when apparitions phases into our plane, the air around them will warp and blur, with the sound of chiming. They are only available in this state for a few seconds.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Following up on the limits, phasing also has a drawback. After returning to their plane, the apparitions are unable to phase back until the dimensional tear fixes itself. This could take as long as a couple of minutes. They are also unable to receive commands for a couple seconds after disappearing, since they are still in the process of reappearing in their own plane. As a pseudo gaseous entity, they need to rebuild. Their telepathic defense also has a severe drawback to Andrea. While yes, the invader is harmed and warded off, it comes with a detriment Andrea's health – the apparitions are attacking the intruder through her. So she feels as much pain as the person trying to read her mind.

Relationships

Family:

Dynamics:

New girl ain't got friends yet. Yet.

Other

• Andrea is a privileged girl having lived a privileged life, and she fails to recognize that. While surely she is a good-natured and kind person, she is somewhat self-concerned and naive. Part of her arc will involve struggling with the idea that her life has been handing to her and coming to terms with her privilege and figuring out how to better herself as a person.

Academy 218: Why

@Shikaru