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"We're undercover. This is a very important undercover operation which you are endangering just by talking to us. Look, I have a gun. I am Detective Inspector Me. This is my partner, Detective Her."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."

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Appearance:

Name: Astrid Strelnikov
Age: 27
Nationality: Soviet Union

Three random facts about your character:
1. Always wears a pair of thick rubber gloves over her hands to prevent accidental electrocution of people
2. Speaks English, but often lapses into Russian and Slavic during emotional times
3. Doesn't like the heat

Mutant Power:
Electrokinesis including
-shooting lightning
-electrocution
-uses her hands as conduits of electricity
-running up walls using static electricity
-creation of electric fields
-enhancement of intelligence
-accelerated healing due to stimulation of molecules to renew damaged cells
-teleportation by riding the flow of electrons(slower travel)
-circuit travel(like teleportation but much faster)
-can control the flow electricity
-can't create new electricity following
-must charge herself like a battery as part of her daily routine just like eating food or drinking water
-overcharging herself results in a high and increase in power level

Biography:

Astrid Strelnikov is a young woman born in the eastern part of the USSR. She grew up in a large family in the mountains, helping her father farm. Every chance she could, Astrid snook away from the farm to explore the mountain range around her. It wasn't the beauty of the nature of everything that had such a strong draw on her, but the peace and quiet. On top of the mountains you were alone, and alone was perfect for Astrid's thoughts.

It was during one of these hikes that Astrid first discovered her power. Standing on top of the mountains overlooking the white landscape, she was caught by a flash thunderstorm. Knowing the danger of being on top of a mountain in a storm Astrid began to stumble home through the rain and snow. Throughout this storm Astrid was struck by lightning, not once or twice, but three times. In rapid succession the lightning slammed into her body channelling itself into her body.

When Astrid woke up after being shocked the storm was gone, and the ground around her scorched black, snow melted away. But she didn't feel hurt from being struck by the lightning. Instead Astrid felt elevated even a little high. Laughing she ran down the mountain, not caring about the danger of moving down the mountain to fast. Arriving at the farm she saw her father standing with a plow in hand, worriedly looking up the mountain. Of course, she realized, after being struck she must have been knocked out and have stayed up there all day. Shouting she said, "papa ya nakhozhus' zdes'" her father turned to her opening his arms to embrace her.

The second that they touched her father flew back across the field of crops. His heart stopped instantly and he was dead before he touched the ground. That same day Astrid left the farm, not bothering to say goodbye to her mother or siblings. How could she face them after what she did to her father. After some time Astrid traveled to the US to get an education at one of their colleges majoring in engineering. After college she moved back to the USSR right before the war. It was there that she was contacted by "The Strategic Scientific Reserve." She readily agreed to join eager to take control of the powers that had killed her father.
im game
Appearance:

Name: Astrid Strelnikov
Age: 27
Nationality: Soviet Union

Three random facts about your character:
1. Always wears a pair of thick rubber gloves over her hands to prevent accidental electrocution of people
2. Speaks English, but often lapses into Russian and Slavic during emotional times
3. Doesn't like the heat

Mutant Power:
Electrokinesis including
-shooting lightning
-electrocution
-uses her hands as conduits of electricity
-running up walls using static electricity
-creation of electric fields
-enhancement of intelligence
-accelerated healing due to stimulation of molecules to renew damaged cells
-teleportation by riding the flow of electrons(slower travel)
-circuit travel(like teleportation but much faster)
-can control the flow electricity
-can't create new electricity following
-must charge herself like a battery as part of her daily routine just like eating food or drinking water
-overcharging herself results in a high and increase in power level

Biography:

Astrid Strelnikov is a young woman born in the eastern part of the USSR. She grew up in a large family in the mountains, helping her father farm. Every chance she could, Astrid snook away from the farm to explore the mountain range around her. It wasn't the beauty of the nature of everything that had such a strong draw on her, but the peace and quiet. On top of the mountains you were alone, and alone was perfect for Astrid's thoughts.

It was during one of these hikes that Astrid first discovered her power. Standing on top of the mountains overlooking the white landscape, she was caught by a flash thunderstorm. Knowing the danger of being on top of a mountain in a storm Astrid began to stumble home through the rain and snow. Throughout this storm Astrid was struck by lightning, not once or twice, but three times. In rapid succession the lightning slammed into her body channelling itself into her body.

When Astrid woke up after being shocked the storm was gone, and the ground around her scorched black, snow melted away. But she didn't feel hurt from being struck by the lightning. Instead Astrid felt elevated even a little high. Laughing she ran down the mountain, not caring about the danger of moving down the mountain to fast. Arriving at the farm she saw her father standing with a plow in hand, worriedly looking up the mountain. Of course, she realized, after being struck she must have been knocked out and have stayed up there all day. Shouting she said, "papa ya nakhozhus' zdes'" her father turned to her opening his arms to embrace her.

The second that they touched her father flew back across the field of crops. His heart stopped instantly and he was dead before he touched the ground. That same day Astrid left the farm, not bothering to say goodbye to her mother or siblings. How could she face them after what she did to her father. After some time Astrid traveled to the US to get an education at one of their colleges majoring in engineering. After college she moved back to the USSR right before the war. It was there that she was contacted by "The Strategic Scientific Reserve." She readily agreed to join eager to take control of the powers that had killed her father.
wow okay that's a lot. I'll get a first post up tomorrow if i can. BTW Live was turned by a sort of rebel pack fighting against human hunters. I was planning on having her just be turned that night that everyone is at the bar, and the pack just left her to figure out her werewolf shit on her own. Maybe i'll have her stumble into the bar all covered in blood or something.
I think im going to shoot for electricity since it is a much more opened ended power, including stuff like teleportation or hyper advanced brain stimulation.
posted it, whats happened so far in the story and how could i introduce my character as she isn't really a part of any pack and also doesn't know really what has happened to her?
Name: Olive "Live" Bones

Age: 17

Appearance:

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: newly turned werewolf

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega? beta

Background: Live grew up poor, raised by her single mother with two jobs. The conditions of their apartment was terrible and often times Live was forced to go the night hungry. Despite this, however, she was a bubbly girl, full of energy. She always looked to people as a possible friend she could make and in response everyone was naturally drawn to her. She had no trouble finding the good in a situation despite everything.

One night while Live was sleeping, she was awoken by a loud thumping at the door to the apartment. Sitting up straight in her bed she stared at her door wondering if it had just been a figment of her imagination. After not hearing anything for a moment she started drifting back into the tendrils of sleep. And then suddenly there came another thump, this time louder. It was closely followed by a scratching sound, like claws running down a piece of wood. Once again Live sat up and stared at the door, her heart thumped faster and faster.

A muted shout came from behind the door, she sound of her moms voice. The terrifying sounds that had just occurred intensified. Her mother screamed and another loud thump could be heard reverberating through the walls. Live shook under the threadbare blanket that covered her, still watching the door that protected her from whatever monster awaited on the other side. Slowly the handle creaked open. Ducking her head, Live tucked her head under the blanket.

The next thing she knew she was on her knees outside in the cold night. Before her was a large bonfire, with shadowed figures, some human, some not. On the other side of the fire was a truck with a man standing in the bed looking at her. Immediately adrenaline began to pump through her veins at an accelerated pace. Terrified she looked for a place to run, but could not find an opening in the circle of figures around the fire. She couldn't even stand due to the rope tying her hands and legs together. All she could do was sit there and stare in fear.

The man on the truck stepped forward, standing on the edge of the truck bed. His head was covered in a hood that shrouded his face in shadows. His voice rolled out deep and angry, "We werewolves are the superior race! We are stronger, faster, deadlier! And yet these hunters, these meek humans have decimated us! They have forced us into hiding!" With every sentence the crowd cheered him on. "Last night a member of our pack was killed by these hunters and so, tonight, we take one of theirs and make them our own!" Everyone shouted and yelled out in excitement, the wolves prowling next to the men howled to the moon overhead.

Launching himself from the truck bed, over the fire, the man landed in front of Live. Immediately she recoiled as if shot. "P-p-please don't hurt me. I-I-I'm innocent." Now that he was closer Live could see more of his face, just enough to see him smile and say, "None of us are innocent, not any more." With that he moved forward with lightening speed and turned her.
ooh cool idea, i think ill do someone with either lightning or teleportation... maybe fire depending on dizzy
I have no patients...
Name: Olive "Live" Bones

Age: 17

Appearance:

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: newly turned werewolf

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega? beta

Background: Live grew up poor, raised by her single mother with two jobs. The conditions of their apartment was terrible and often times Live was forced to go the night hungry. Despite this, however, she was a bubbly girl, full of energy. She always looked to people as a possible friend she could make and in response everyone was naturally drawn to her. She had no trouble finding the good in a situation despite everything.

One night while Live was sleeping, she was awoken by a loud thumping at the door to the apartment. Sitting up straight in her bed she stared at her door wondering if it had just been a figment of her imagination. After not hearing anything for a moment she started drifting back into the tendrils of sleep. And then suddenly there came another thump, this time louder. It was closely followed by a scratching sound, like claws running down a piece of wood. Once again Live sat up and stared at the door, her heart thumped faster and faster.

A muted shout came from behind the door, she sound of her moms voice. The terrifying sounds that had just occurred intensified. Her mother screamed and another loud thump could be heard reverberating through the walls. Live shook under the threadbare blanket that covered her, still watching the door that protected her from whatever monster awaited on the other side. Slowly the handle creaked open. Ducking her head, Live tucked her head under the blanket.

The next thing she knew she was on her knees outside in the cold night. Before her was a large bonfire, with shadowed figures, some human, some not. On the other side of the fire was a truck with a man standing in the bed looking at her. Immediately adrenaline began to pump through her veins at an accelerated pace. Terrified she looked for a place to run, but could not find an opening in the circle of figures around the fire. She couldn't even stand due to the rope tying her hands and legs together. All she could do was sit there and stare in fear.

The man on the truck stepped forward, standing on the edge of the truck bed. His head was covered in a hood that shrouded his face in shadows. His voice rolled out deep and angry, "We werewolves are the superior race! We are stronger, faster, deadlier! And yet these hunters, these meek humans have decimated us! They have forced us into hiding!" With every sentence the crowd cheered him on. "Last night a member of our pack was killed by these hunters and so, tonight, we take one of theirs and make them our own!" Everyone shouted and yelled out in excitement, the wolves prowling next to the men howled to the moon overhead.

Launching himself from the truck bed, over the fire, the man landed in front of Live. Immediately she recoiled as if shot. "P-p-please don't hurt me. I-I-I'm innocent." Now that he was closer Live could see more of his face, just enough to see him smile and say, "None of us are innocent, not any more." With that he moved forward with lightening speed and turned her.
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