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> **Name: **Vivian 'Viv' Goodman > > **Alias: **Martyr > > **Age: **24 > > **Gender: **Female > > **Alignment: **Freedom Fighters > > **Skills: **Has no combat training. Trained in first aid and triage care. Skilled long distance runner. Something of a detective. > > **Powers: **Photokinesis, Wound Transferral and Regeneration. > > _Photokinesis_ - The manipulation and utilization of the particles that make up visible light, photons, for use in various situations. Uses vary from changing an objects colour, changing an object or area's refractive index to allow for invisibility, lighting up dark places, blinding enemies and may later develop into faster travel, concentration of light into a focal point AKA lasers and eventually the ability to project hard-light constructs. > > _Wound Transferral_ - The ability to take the wounds of other beings and transfer them to herself, thereby taking on their injuries to better heal them. Can be extremely dangerous if a fatal wound is taken on all at once. > > _Regeneration_ - Can heal from more severe wounds faster than the average person. Still just as susceptible to violence as any other person. Relies on how much ambient light she has absorbed, in the sun or bright lights she heals faster. > > **Equipment: **First Aid Kit, Magnifying Glass, Telescope, Rope, Rations, Blanket > > **Personality: **Initially quiet and reticent, Vivian is a stranger to the fields of battle and war. She deplores violence in all forms, but understands that self-defence is necessary sometimes, especially now. Not extremely talkative, she would rather listen to what her companions have to say. She is usually one to take the diplomatic route to an obstacle, resolving issues with words and gifts rather than blood and thunder. She rarely speaks openly, and only opens her mouth when she deems it necessary. This has lead to her being a bit of a pushover, but when push comes to shove she can be strong, if only for a while. > > **History:** Vivian was your average woman, learning to become a doctor, or a paramedic. Or a nurse. Its been so long that she can't even remember. She lived in an average neighbourhood on the Emerald Coast and had average friends and family. As far as she was concerned, life was perfect. Perfect being perfectly average. She didn't even know what a metahuman was besides the shouting crowds on TV and the terrorist attacks on Helios facilities. She just tried to distance herself from it. She never imagined that she'd be thrown into the thick of it, just because she shines a bit brighter than most. When her powers manifested, she was quickly scooped up and away from all that she knew. Her little world shattered, she lived in isolation within the confines of Helios' facilities and experienced first-hand what she had only heard about before from news broadcasts. The injustice and mistreatment ignited a fire in her heart that could not be extinguished and when her facility was broken into by Freedom Fighters, she was eager to enlist. She is still convinced that there is a solution to this whole issue that doesn't involve senseless violence and loss, so she fights for that. Not with weapons, but words. > > **Appearance:** A girl of lean build, standing at around 5'2", Vivian is by no means a giant. Her skin is the colour of ground cocoa, and her eyes shine with the piercing, icy blues of the tundra. Her hair is black, cut short into something of a pixie cut. She is fond of smiling, with soft lips riddled with tiny cuts and nicks and a button nose that looks like it has been broken before, as it twists slightly. She usually dresses in practical outfits consisting of cargo pants, long-sleeved shirts, heavy jackets and tough work boots all in various greys and browns. > > **Other: **Does not sleep at all, when fully charged by the light, but sometimes does need to lay her head down. Viva La Revolution. I love it! Accepted!

Jack was wondering at the sound, when suddenly it felt like he'd hit a brick wall. The whole world just seemed so... Slow. He felt... Slow. Jack doesn't like slow. He actually started feeling nervous, like he was having withdraws, and he fainted for a second as the last bit was used up, almost falling on Violet before catching himself on her shoulder. His stomach went south, and his head was pounding. He leaned on her, breathing heavily and reorienting himself.

> > > Accepted! Also, could you better define your strength and speed? Just for reference. > > Absolutely sir, inside the suit, he can lift up to 50 tons, and deliver a blow with extreme force. Outside the suit... he's more average. However, his speed outside the suit is actually superhuman, like he could type 300wpm on a computer if he really wants to go at it, also, movement speed is superhuman as well, where most people can run 2mph he can run quadruple that. His reflexes are cat-like in nature, which lends him to extreme adaptability, which also allows him to use the FEPS to it's maximum potential in combat. > > Also, the suit's armor is made of Diamantine alloy. (Diamond-titanium woven nanofiber) Okay, cool. Carry on.

I'm so glad to see people taking interest!

> **Name:** Daniel Arcanus > > **Alias:** Ani-mechanic > > **Age:** 25 > > **Gender:** Male > > **Alignment:** Helios, but may switch sides later > > **Skills:** Inventing, Kung Fu (weapon and non), Tai Chi (weapon), Gunsmithing, Blacksmithing. > > **Powers:** Technopathy (II) - He can manipulate machinery with his mind, and he can assemble machinery from just parts, often times making complex machines just with a flexion of his mind. While not advanced with it, unable to summon machinery from plain nowhere, he can create anything given the right amount of parts. > Magnetopathy - He can manipulate magnetic fields to levitate anything closeby, or create a magnetic field on an object which can attract nearby metal. He can also use this ability to heat air to plasma and shoot plasma bolts. He cannot, however, pull a magneto, he can only manipulate five fields at any given time, and five he can only hold for a short while before tiring out. > > **Equipment:** Toolkit, Labcoat, Black shirt, Black pants, ID badge, Power Suit (F.E.P.S. MK. II) > > **Personality:** Daniel is a kind individual, and willing to listen to those with differing opinions. He does not sway when making a decision, his neutral mentality making him the favorite mediator for Helios. However, when outside Helios, he seems a bit eccentric and often likes to mock others. He has a thing for cats and it shows in all the machinery he constructs, including his powersuit. He always calls his inventions his "pets" and will use them to gain the upper hand as he usually has a lot of them. > > **History:** Daniel wasn't always a metahuman. An accident when he was 10 caused an unusual energy to penetrate his body and cause him great pain. He cannot be exposed to the environment as it is toxic to his mutated body. He always has to wear a power suit which regulates every function of his body. While inside HELIOS, he has a room which is devoid of NITROGEN excepting where it is necessary to be used, as nitrogen reacts with his skin and tissues, dissolving them away. Of course, it would be a fire hazard were pure oxygen used, however, another inert gas was substituted in order to keep pressure at 1 atmosphere. Of course his suit also has the cat theme. > > **Appearance:** > > Inside Suit: The suit itself is gunmetal grey, looking like an anthromorph cat, even including the ears and the tail. The suit delivers enhanced hearing to his ears and enhanced reflexes to his body. He can move with superhuman speed and strength, however, there are two vents in the back which draw in oxygen and expel carbon dioxide, filtering out the nitrogen in the air. > > Outside Suit: Daniel is a typical caucasian male, with a tall frame, up at 6' 2", and weighing 170 pounds. He wears a white labcoat over a black shirt and black shoes, with white sneakers. He has blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He's fast, agile, and smart, always thinking. He is of a slightly slender build, however, don't let that lithe frame fool you, he is plenty strong as well. Accepted! Also, could you better define your strength and speed? Just for reference.

> Name: Arcadius Innocenti > > Alias: Magi > > Age: 30 > > Height: 6'3 > > Hair: Grey, Short > > Eyes: Dark Blue > > Gender: Male > > Alignment: Un-affiliated, will most likely join the freedom fighters. > > Skills: Proficient in use of a sickle and daggers. Prefers ranged combat VIA Spells. Trained in Tai-Chi. > > Powers: Magi is proficient in elemental spells, ranging from fire to lightning. He has the ability to summon a dagger into his hand as well as temporary armor. He knows basic healing magic as well, with great effort and exhaustion on himself he has been known to ressurect a fallen comrade, passing out shortly after for quite some time. > > Equipment: What equipment? > > Clothes: A black mage hat, the top of which is crinkled and bent to the right. Black mage robes, underneath is a grey tank top. Brown wooden sandals. > > Personality: Mysterious, doesn't talk much. When he does very few words are spoken. Tends to keep to himself unless there is a payment involved. > > History: Arcadius 'Magi' Innocenti was abandoned as a young child, placed on the doorstep of a old man. This old man happened to be a Mage, one of the very few in the world. He took him in and raised him as his own and taught him everything he knew of combat and magic. Over the years he grew to be as powerful, if not more than the old man. Helios, however, caught news of the old man and his powers. And thus, he was captured. Leaving Arcadius by himself at the age of 25, angry,they took the only family he had ever known all his life. > > He decided from then on he would train to hone his powers further, and he himself would destroy Helios and everything it stood for to avenge his father. He decided the best course of training would be to offer his services to people, drift from city to city. > > Now at age 30, he is well known amongst the shall we say....hidden societies in the Arysium. > > Appearance: Standing at 6'1 with Dark Blue eyes and short grey hair, Magi usually has a near emotionless expressionless face, grim if you will. He has a slightly muscular build. > > Other: Viva La Revolution Accepted!

Aetius would smile to himself. "Not completely useless. Keep me posted. Anyone else ready to report?" He would ask casually, knowing that they would get to him when possible. Standing up and stretching, a knock would be heard at the door. As it would open, Aetius would smile, watching his beautiful secretary walk into the room holding some files. "Jack," she would begin, calling him by his nickname that only a few knew, "I have some reports on the new Hunter models for you to go over." He would nod to her. "Come set them on my desk and I'll happily look at them." She would do so, setting down a coffee for him as well before smiling and walking out. Jack would look into the files as he waited, pleased with the progress they reported. "Maybe we'll finally catch those bastards." He would say to himself...

Funny that we would meet in another DC roleplay, Monsieur Shade.

Aetius would be nodding to himself. "With that kind of logic you could, oh I don't know, be good at something and really apply yourself. Oh, wait, that's exactly why you work for me." He would reply with some amusement. "Maybe if you try a little harder to get me results instead of getting high and making explosives you'd move up a little?" His voice would be a bit muffled as he started to snack on some walnuts and sunflower seeds.

Aetius would sigh yet again. Of course the addict would reply first, and informally. "Well, I was just hoping we were all being productive. At least you haven't shorted yourself on production, not sure why you don't like the military grade fireworks, but would it kill you to throw a 'sir' in there once in a while?" He would ask sarcastically.