Fantasy = Characters of The Verse =

DramaMyth · Aug 4, 2019

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Name:
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Core Power: (if applicable)
Enhancements: (if applicable)

YOU ARE ONLY ALLOWED TO CHOOSE THREE (3) ENHANCEMENTS TO SUPPORT YOUR CORE POWER. Choose Wisely!!! Base them around both the power and what would benefit your character as an individual)

Power Tier: (Will be gauged by me)

Power Category: (Tech, Elemental, Nature, Mental, Sorcery, Atomic, Celestial, Munitions, Alien/Cosmic, Quantum, or Emotional )

These classes will categorize each Core Power and character alike into a separate, specialized branch of abilities and thus the Core Power must in some way be linked to a given Category. This does NOT restrict Core Power choice however as many different reasons can be applied for a Core Power.

Example: A Sorcery based Electrokinesis user may have powers imbued from a mystical source or artifact, whereas a Celestial based Electrokinesis user may be the god/goddess/demi-god of lightning. Be creative in your applications!

Tech: Characters with the tech base will find themselves pulling out all manner of devices from their pockets and pouches, as well as using a technological mindset & expertise to generate advanced application in the affairs of research, software, and hardware real world interfaces. On the front lines or behind the scenes, technology will help you control not only the enemy but the battlefield itself. Tech characters are crafty and use their heads to place their expertise strategically to achieve victory. However, the tech is only as powerful as it's creator, limited only to the laws of science and nature as they apply to reality.

Elemental: Characters with the power to harness and channel the natural energies of the universe. This ranges from ergo-science manipulation of fire, water, earth, wind, ice, metal, lightning, or darkness. The difference here is, the elemental base stems from the origin of Core Power being derived directly from an elemental source. Perhaps that source imbued itself and altered the character on a cellular or atomic level, or even through scientific phenomena, but you will hold the power to influence the essential natural forces that govern the physical realm of reality as we know it. However, each element is limited by its equal and opposite natural reaction stemmed from the laws of physics.

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Nature: Characters that have gained prowess over the domain of the ecological, nature bases have the power to channel and alter the scope of modern mother nature as the world has come to know it. From manipulating the masses of ecolife, to harnessing the energy of the geological, zoological, meteorological, and the power of Mother Earth herself, such a impactful yet broad base provides the flexibility of application for these gifted individuals to achieve a number of natural feats without the need for outside sources such as tech, electricity, currency, etc. Even having the capabilities to enrich the genetic and cellular genome of biological life and evolving the potential of the self or of biological life; As well as the manipulation of natural pathogens and substances provided by Earth. The term of literally using your environment has never rung more true with this category. But just like nature corrodes and expires to the more advanced ways of civilization, this base can too be found to be outpaced in the grand scheme.

Sorcery: The mystic and the paranormal. The supernatural and the astral. Characters who wield the unseen forces of the universe hold the power of life and death, and the in between in their hands. Sorcery base can doom mortal affairs to failure or ensure their people have the power to carry on in good fortune. They are ideal for support extending beyond the mortal realms, often tipping the balance of an encounter with their spells. Drawn to your mystical power, fantastic arcane energies never leave your side. Whether attacking, defending, jinxing, cursing, charming, or performing some other fantastic feat, legions of powerful abstract manipulations are at your service. The fate of many rests in your hands as you change the course of fate. Generate good or bad karma for you, your allies, or those that oppose your morals. Gathering these positive and negative energies allows you to elevate or enfeeble those around you. But be wary... with such surreal forces comes the possibility of the further unknown to create chaos that will attract you your arcane essence.

Mental: Characters with the mental superpower are masters of mind over matter. Using their unique abilities, they can influence objects with a thought to defend themselves or advance their own personal whims. They can also use the force of their will in more subtle ways, such as creating illusions to disorient and confuse. Mental bases love to be where the action is and control the circumstances of life with their minds. With the brute force of their will and brain, they can create force fields of an intangible energy that changes and bends the laws of science and reality. By using your mental powers, create opportunities for subliminal and subtle machinations. Such power can even make a person experience something that isn't happening. However, the brain is only one organ, the most vital in fact. Should this organ be affected in any way it could mean trouble... more so than usual.

Atomic: The atomic bases delves into the nuclear and atomized basis of being gifted with extraordinary potential of the very fabric of the physical universe. Utilize the power of nuclear energy, rearranging the atomic structure of yourself, others, and objects at will. Split Atoms, cause Thermochemical Explosions, generate or manipulate radiation, and burn under the intense Nuclear Pressure causing unreal destruction and metabolic breakdown or assembling. Transmutation of chemical and physical states of matter are also a principle in which these characters go by. Having the benefit to harness the power of the building blocks of all matter creates an overwhelming favor of odds to maintain and ensure results that could have even cosmic proportions; Manipulate the subatomic structure of matter as well. But, be warned. With every action comes a chain reaction, and with every fabric triggered, the catastrophe may be caused from the chaotic spontaniety of the most destructive force known to man.

Celestial: The divine and beatific forces of all existence. The base that brings the folklore and aged tales of immortal and inhuman entities to life. Characters using Celestial Powers can shape the forces of the universe, stemming from the nigh eternal energy and existence of the ethereal. The basis of greater mortality or lack thereof gives way to the caliber of the preternatural forces of unseen manipulation and intervention. Those that wield divine powers to restrain and overwhelm concepts of mankind.And yet... just as these fearful tales of mighty gods among men inspire hope and ambition of control, it'd be naive to ignore the other side... the dark forces of eternal voidance and natures that seek for the detriment of existence. Be careful which you dwell in.

Munitions: The base of all bases. Ballistics, ordinance to solve the problems that science and nature take too long to. Characters with this base believe in being prepared no matter what, and to always have a weakness for the problem being faces. Lock, load, and become a master of recon, intelligence, explosives and ballistics. This is not just a run and gun mentality, but to study and hone skills of physical, mental, and natural assimilation through the use of arms, weapons, defenses, and devices. Use your ordnance expertise to take control on the scenario, or simply blast fate into pieces. Knowledge of up-and-coming prototype artillery is half of the battle. The other half is you, and all the glory and proficiency of being equipped to take on anything from assault, to greater phenomena. But with this cause, comes caution. In a base as precise as this, one false move, one microsecond of misbehavior could result in lethal consequences.

Alien / Cosmic: The infinity and beyond, these characters are beings from the vastness of the unknown and cosmic realm of unending void. Characters with this base possess the extraterrestrial and cosmic fundamental capabilities that compliment the universal forces and intergalactic marvel of parahuman feats. The alien and cosmic often dwell in advanced science and technology, with some possessing supermortal abilities and enhanced biological functionality. Some cosmic beings have nigh omnipotent abilities that rivals that of the gods, with the differentiation being rooted in some sort of cosmic source or phenomena being the tether for such immense faculty. While this is certainly the most diverse and phenomenal base, it also comes with it's varying degree of downfalls, as such vague and ever-reaching expanses brings forth many weaknesses of physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual incomprehension of structured variables of reality.

Quantum: The base derived into the super-physical phenomena. Quantum base characters control and fabricate the properties of all theoretical and intangible frequencies of the universe. These characters dwell in time, perpetuate on the laws of gravity, and twist the very fabric of space itself! Characters using Quantum Powers can generate a new perception of existence, change the density of understanding, or even warp and fold the notions of conventional laws and theories. You could control the flow of streaming causality, and control potential futures of interactions and reactions. The unreachable fields of energy and exchanges that steep our scope of dimensions lie in your hands. But it's as they say.. step on a butterfly today, create the permanent cataclysm to end all of spacetime tomorrow. Without an anchor to bound the fabric of actuality, you could subject yourself to drift from existence, or things you hold dear along with it.

Emotional: These characters possess the base to alter the foundation of the blueprint of a soul / psyche by manipulating the one thing that creates the zest and individuality in every living thing: feeling. Channel the emotional spectrum to formulate empathic phenomena that changes the scale of existence on a psychological and internal level. These characters have a authentic and depth understanding of the template of the persona, and for better or for worse, they have the power to mold and shape these frames to any end they so desire. You can intake the aura of a living thing and use that aura to influence the life force that creates the inside fuel behind a creation. However, for the universe holds things without that of an aura... and more grimly a soul. Objects and creations without a vital essence cannot be harmonized nor influenced by the whims of your abilities, so be cautious with which you utilize.

Moral Alignment: (refer here)
Alter Ego Appearance: (Even if your character hasn't created/found it yet, place it here for future reference)

Personality Goods:
Personality Bads:

Skills and Interests:

Background: (Origins, history, etc. This is where you hype your character up and make them shine apart from any other. Give them substance.)

One thing that won't be tolerated is OOC disrespect or vulgarity of any sort. That's a one and done boot for me. I want a positive environment and atmosphere.
I'd highly prefer and recommend at least mid level writing, in order to fully nuance characters and the story further. No one liners, or five brief sentencers.
As I mentioned in the interest check, OP abilities won't necessarily be banned, but if not balanced and character nuanced will most likely be refused.
The OOC will likely be added via Discord or a group PM on this site. I've just gotten into Discord so I'm learning how to work it.
Power Tier rank will only come AFTER I have approved and accepted characters, same goes for being added to the OOC.
For any reason, should you become inactive / drop the RP your character will either be minimalized, opening space up for others who might want to join.

Writing Sample: (Yup, I want that too. It's been statistically proven that when you put your thought and heart into creating and writing something, you don't want to just up and abandon that energy and effort. So this will show me how serious people are about their characters and RP. This is your chance and time to create a vivid picture of what you can showcase to a character and this universe. Definitely doesn't have to be perfect or novel-esqe, but I'd love to see some nuance and passion into just how in depth your writing can be. Make yourself shine! )

DramaMyth · Aug 4, 2019

Name: Beacon Elijah Laws
Alias: Tachyon
Birthdate: 07-24-1998
Place of Birth: Asheville, North Carolina, USA
Age: 21
Gender: Male | Heterosexual | Demisexual
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 185 lbs

Core Power: Time Mimicry
Beacon is made up of and can transform his body completely into time. His transformed form can be anatomically identical to his normal form, aside of being made of time, in which case it contains all to organs and is somewhat vulnerable to interaction. Alternately, Beacon can transform into homogeneous matter, without any part of his form being more important than the other, with the time flowing through his being, fortifying his cells, bones and muscles. B's power is mostly focused to his body, and while he gains some amount of energy-function, the changes and applications are mostly internal. However, upon more extent of ability, Beacon can infuse temporal energy and time itself at will.

Enhancements: +Enhanced Soul +Enhanced Potential +Enhanced Athleticism
Power Tier: TBD
Power Category: Quantum

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Alter-Ego Appearance:

Personality Goods: Strong-Willed | Honest | Staunch | Zany | Passionate
Personality Bads: Overzealous | Stubborn | Blunt | Melodramatic

Skills and Interests || Nigh Peak-Human Athletic Condition | Weight Lifting | pundit sprinter, swimmer, and climber |Loves the water - Advanced Swimmer | Exceptional cardio, fitness, stamina, and endurance | dancing | choreography | krav maga practitioner | programming | software and hardware engineering | retrophile - pop culture enthusiast | Encyclopedic knowledge |Foodie - has the appetite of a dragon| seems to know first aid training | excellent driver | Extremely wise which stems from... | Very Spiritual and Intuitive; High Emotional Intelligence | Expert in Technology | |Adept in a multitude of Sciences | Proficient Arithmetic & Logistician | Infomaniac - seems to be able to learn new or unexplored things very quickly | Intellectually clever and witty; Dire thinker and forward synaptic | No seriously this guy is obsessed with Food (Foodie pt. 2 ) | Trilingual with English, Spanish, and Italian. Wants to learn Japanese and/or Chinese ||

Background: Beacon was born and raised in the beautiful mountains of Ashville in North Carolina, a perfect hybrid of rural bliss and bright city lights. He was raised as an only child to his mother Farrah and his father Carter. His mom worked as forensic engineer, while his father worked as a biomedical scientist, both sill living in his hometown and happily married since he was a baby. His mother was ironically the hard-ass, where his dad was the more nurturing and compassionate one as he came up through childhood. Beacon despite his family's great status wasn't just overly spilled with riches and material things, his parents believed in the southern ways of discipline and having the will to work and earn for what should be acquired. Nevertheless, he was always gifted with the latest trends and social valuables. From his parents of course came his innate intellect and affinity for math, science, and the technological. Academically, he excelled in early studies, so much so he was pushed into higher grade classes while among his peers. AB honor roll student at the very least all the way through high school. Socially, he was rather quiet. Not in that freakish way that was off-putting, but more so reclusive and introspective to his own thoughts and feelings way deeper than kids his age would experience. Academia wasn't his only fortee, as his father was a well known athlete back in his hayday. The quiet Beacon gravitated towards sports without his parents ever having to coerce him, God and the tides of destiny would lead him to sign up for football as a young kid. From there, he would also partake in swimming, track and field, wrestling, and other extramural activities such as dancing and martial arts when he matured a bit more in age.

These diverse and potent fields of interests lead Beacon to break out of his social shell and become rather extroverted and even more disciplined and proactive in his self-identity. Popular, but humble enough to never dissuade from any particular clique or group of peers. His spirit was as sound as his mind and body, always showing southern hospitality and generosity to all souls. This created a reputation far and wide around his area as a well known and "pretty dope" individual. All of these interests and machinations stemmed from his vibrancy to always be better; From being a sapiophile and having to know random information and discover the world and its secrets, to pushing himself to live up to his visions and ambitions of grandeur, Beacon stapled himself as a King of All Trades, the young man was not only good at a little bit of everything, but great at a lot of things. He would go on to make impacts in academic and athletic ventures, setting football and swimming records, to getting civil awards for a role model, and distinguished scholar & athlete. One of his proudest moments of achievement was converting fuel and electric based generators to completely solar powered & ergokinetic sustained sources of function. He graduated with acclaim honors from his school and city with a full scholarship to the prodigious Panstate University in the bustling city of Neonex. Upon his scholarship to Panstate University in the illustrious and stellar-progressive Neonex City, Beacon also started to play football and swim for the college as well, bringing his engineering background from high school into a Technology Science & Digital Engineering double major. Overachiever? YES. And he knows it. Beacon would rather fail exploring the entire ocean than to be proud to successfully drift one monster current. His college life has been typical, filled with the bustle and balance of personal life vs professional endeavors, with him hardly having no time for himself given sports, studies, and extracurricular passions such as dancing, martial arts, road tripping, or just the cliche old interacting and meeting people from all walks of life.

And then The Ripple happened.

He remembers right where he was. Outside of his college dorm, he'd just gotten a footlong sub when he saw the brilliance of the universe in the sky. The very types of things he often fantasized about and theorized in a hypothetical notion... it came to pass, not only that, it turned the world dark. Earth had flipped on it's proverbial head, with the entire human population in disarray and turmoil. But, even Beacon knew, when all lights, power, and civilization recovered again, it was never really going to be restored. Earth, the universe, reality as mankind had known was forever permeated into change. This caused the sapiophile to actively engage and study The Ripple like a mad scientist. The phenomena itself, its effects, its causes, all of it. Beacon had to know the logic and structure to the unknown, bring shape to the ethereal. The University science department conveniently began to develop a research & means to replicate the energy event of The Ripple on a much smaller scale. Beacon saw this as a sign from God, he had to jump on the opportunity to do a research project on it, it was his shot as both taking care of his senior project for graduation, and to plant a flag in a groundbreaking field study. He spoke to the Science Department heads and was let onto the project to study the interactions of spacetime with technological catalysts.

Little did he know, The Ripple brought much more than just a fancy new area of study. The laws and unseen of reality alike were about to place Earth into a new light, and Beacon would soon come to learn his deepest ambitions and desires would catapult him into a weaving of purpose that would call him to become his very name.

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CaptainSully · Aug 4, 2019

⦿ Character Name: Robert Cadogan
⦿ True Name: Arawn
⦿ Superhero Alias: Fallen Angel
⦿ Birthdate: 1st March, 1994
⦿ Place of Birth: Cwmcarn, Wales

⦿ Age: 25
⦿ Gender: Male
⦿ Height: 6'1"
⦿ Weight: 235lbs

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⦿ Core Power: Nether Manipulation
The power to generate, conjure, and manipulate Nether, the essence that flows through the realms of the Living and the Dead. The most obvious capability of Robert is that he can create attacks from pure nether ranging from simple balls to powerful beams. However Nether flows through most of the universe and in essence is a part of everything. This means that Robert also has the capability to manipulate cosmological forces including: Astral; Cosmic; Dark Energy; Death-Force; Destructive Energy; Dark and Death Elements; Non-Life Essence; Death Essense; and Entropy. In addition to this, his celestial background grants him all associated benefits of being a celestial, at least it would if he simply accepted himself for who he is. So given his current state, much of his capability is currently hindered.

⦿ Current Capabilities

• Moderate Nether Attacks - Can utilise Nether to create a variety of attacks extending from close range to long.
• Minor Death-Force Manipulation - Can utilise his death-force to increase his capabilities slightly and increase his Aether attacks.
• Minor Entropy Manipulation - Is able to completely destroy small creatures into total nothingness, cause minor storms and tremors and cause plants to degrade quickly.
• Minor Cosmic Manipulation - Can move small metallic objects with electromagnetism and alter gravity in small areas.
• Minor Celestial - Only just surpasses human capability in terms of strength, speed, endurance and reflexes. Far below the capabilities of even the weakest celestial.

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⦿ Enhancements

• Enhanced Potential
• Enhanced Mental Stamina
• Enhanced Senses

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⦿ Power Tier: TBC

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⦿ Power Category: Celestial

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⦿ Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

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⦿ Personality Good

• Dependable: If he says he'll be somewhere, then he'll be there. He is a man of his word.
• Caring: Cares for those close to him deeply.
• Loyal: Will have his friends backs no matter the cost to himself.
• Adventurous: Likes to explore the world.

⦿ Personality Bad

• Alcoholism: Currently battling his inner demons but is resorting to alcohol as a coping mechanism.
• Blunt: Can often be too honest.
• In Denial: Denies who he truly is.
• Self-Esteem: Doesn't believe that he deserves the power that he possesses deep down, holding back his true capability.

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⦿ Skills and Interests:

• Skills

• Capable fighter with hand held weapons or his fists.
• Able to quickly analyse what his senses pick up and usually able to discern whether friend or foe.
• Excellent cook.
• Exceptionally talented musician with many instruments while also possessing a very good singing voice.
• Has a knack for sports and games. Whether it is playing rugby, having a game of darts or a long session on Call of Duty, he always performs to a good standard.
• Excellent cook.
• Speaks Welsh and English fluently although there is little need for the former unless showing off.
• Has a good memory.

• Interests

• Sports of all kinds.
• Video games, board games and table top RPG's.
• Music but has a particular affinity for heavy metal.
• Classic 80's movies and TV shows.
• Horror movies in general.
• Food...and lots of it.

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⦿ Background:
Arawn was the God of the Welsh Otherworld. The depictions of him throughout the scant, few mythological texts depicted him almost as a villain but in reality he was far from it. Other representations of the Gods responsible for the afterlife have often been depicted as darkened figures with what could be called a lust for torture. Arawn on the otherhand was much more a supporter of justice and doing the right thing. He didn't care how the mortals perceived him and simply hoped they lived the best lives that they could. Unfortunately for him his existence came under threat with the invasion of the Romans into Britannia. With their armies came their vast number of deities. Arawn and the other Welsh God's descended to the mortal plane and found themselves out numbered and within moments of the battle beginning many started to fall. Arawn was close to death if not for the quick work of Ceridwen. The goddess of rebirth used her power to remove Arawn from existence and to be reborn two thousand years later. Ceridwen and the other Welsh Gods fell to the superior numbers of the Roman deities, leaving Arawn as the last remnant of his kind.

Just short of two millennia passed and on St David's Day in 1994, the Cadogan family welcomed a new addition. The baby boy was named Robert. The boys father Dylan and mother Cerys had tried for years for a child, undertaking countless bouts of IVF treatment without success. Then as all hope seemed lost, a miracle occured with Cerys discovering she was pregnant with Robert. From an early age it was clear that Robert was no ordinary child, his capabilities and development far surpassing that of his peers. Whether it was being the first baby to walk or toddler to talk, he was ahead of the curve. He learnt his native tongue as easily as he did English and could read and write at a capability double his own age. His parents thought him a genius but in reality it was much more than that.

His school years were comfortable for him, being able to mix with different groups with little to no effort. Whether it was blending in with the atheletes or nerds, he was a well liked individual who did what he could to help those around him. Sport was a fairly big part of his time, doing whatever was available to him whether it be rugby, football, athetlics...it didn't matter. He enjoyed pushing himself and particularly the comraderie that team sports provided. As part of his rugby he visited several countries across Europe and through that discovered a love for travelling.

After his time in school he spent a year travelling the world, trying to discover things about himself that he had no idea was even there. Dressed like a cliche gap year student he visited all of the cliche locations to find a deeper meaning. With the others he met along the way and throughout his experiences he realised something that would change his life forever...he was being extremely pretentious. Talking with an inflection and about higher purposes, he realised that life was too short to worry about why and that he should simply do. Upon his return to his home he enrolled in University and studied ancient history.

He found ancient history exciting and full of stories that surpassed anything that modern TV could compete with. Stories of intrigue and betrayal that actually happened drew him in and resonated with him in a way no other subject could. He completed his course with first class honours and then set about getting his Masters and subsequently a PhD. Specialising in the ancient history of his home country he completed his PhD just after his twenty fifth birthday. He was proud of his achievements and landed a job at the prestigious Oxford University as a lecturer in ancient history. Unfortuantely for him, before he could take the position the sky above tore open and The Ripple was unleashed.

People were affected in different ways by The Ripple but for Robert it changed his entire life. The years he had been raised by Dylan and Cerys had been the happiest anyone could ask for, but after The RIpple his true identity revealed itself as his memories came flooding back like a tidal wave...he was Arawn, Lord of the Otherworld. At first he thought it was a side effect of The Ripple, sending his imagination into overdrive. However when his powers began to manifest he soon realised who he truly was. His body which was once rather chubby around the edges has begun to revert to it's godly form, looking as if it was cut from the finest granite. His unwillingness to accept the reality of who he was, was having an impact on his progress. Still at a halfway point between mortal and celestial deity, Robert found himself stronger and quicker than his mortal counterparts. That said, until he accepts who he is, he will never realise his true potential.

Most people would relish the thought of having super powers but for Robert they didn't factor into the equation. His existence since his rebirth felt as if it had all been a lie. It wasn't Dylan or Cerys' fault, they weren't to know but it didn't stop the pain inside him. The part that struck him most was that he was the Lord of the Otherworld. All texts he had read described death as destructive, dark and as such, an inherently evil force. As that was his domain he could only believe that he was just that...evil.

He wanted to tell his parents, to let them know who he really was but the voice in the back of his mind held him back. Would they reject him as their son? Would they be devasted by him not being their biological child? The love they had for him was infinite but he was essentially death. How could they still love him after that? He struggled to think straight and only found solace at the bottom of a bottle. His developing body made it extremely difficult to drink the pain away but with a part of his mortal body remaining, it wasn't impossible to get blind drunk.

In the 48 hours since The RIpple he has spent much of his time feeling sorry for himself, using the bottle to try and make the realisation of who he is disappear.

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The taste of the stale air in The Swan Pub was as familiar to Robert as the taste of the alcohol he poured into his body. The dank and empty bar area consisted of Robert and the pubs aged owner, Bryn. A man mountain in every sense, Bryn's size was only outdone by his personality. A long flowing beard hung from his face while the glare from his bald head could blind anyone. In the months following The Ripple, Robert had spend almost every day in the pub, the grizzled face of the owner as recognisable as the faces of his parents. Litre after litre of Vodka flowed down his throat until the familiar buzz of drunkeness took over. All thoughts of his family and his past washed away in an alcohol induced stupor.

"In all my years i've never seen anyone drink like you butt." The owners voice was rough, years of smoking and alcohol abuse tearing at his vocals chords. He wasn't wrong though, Robert's physiology had begun to change after The Ripple, giving him an increased resistance to toxins and illness. The owner, Bryn, had no real complaints as Robert was almost single handedly keeping him open. "Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" It wasn't the first time Bryn had asked Robert why he was there. The younger man simply glared at Glyn and he gulped down the contents of the glass in his hand. With a satisfied exhale Robert put the glass back down onto the bar. He could feel the edge of his worries dulled leaving an opening within to truly lose himself.

"And another Bryn..." Roberts words were slurred, the alcohols effects firmly taking over his body. For someone who was all about manners growing up had now even stopped using the basics of please and thank you. As Bryn passed him a fresh drink Robert simply acknowledged it with a grunt, focussing more on getting the liquid into his mouth once more. "I know you won't tell me what's driving you to drink, but you really should talk to someone." Bryn's hoarse voice fell on deaf ears as Robert tried his best to tone the old man out. "Whether its friends, family or even a counsel..." Before Bryn could finish Robert smashed the glass against the floor. In a swift motion he reached across to the older man, lifting him from his feet into the air one handed.

"What do you know Bryn?" The pain Robert had numbed rose to the surface, contorting his face into a mess of anger and despair. His eyes welled up and he bared his teeth as he continued to speak. "Imagine waking up one day and realising that everything you hold dear...everything you love...is just lie?" Robert glared into the eyes of Bryn, the old man taken aback by Robert's outburst and his strength. He had known for a while of Robert's power but this was the first time he had ever experienced it first hand. "P...please...just put me down." The voice of Rob's conscience broke through and Bryn soon found his feet touching the floor once more. Robert slumped back down into his chair and buried his head into his forearms. For several moments he stayed their before raising his head. The tears that had form in his eyes and begun to stream down his cheeks, his bottom lip quivering with each passing second.

"I'm sorry Bryn...I...I just don't know what to do." The older gentlemand made his way around the bar and sat next to Robert. He placed his large hand over his shoulder and gently patted at his back. "Look...i've been punched, kicked and even stabbed in this place, but nobody has ever lifted me three feet off the floor with one hand. Whatever is going on with you, I'm guessing is to do with this power of yours. Wiping at his nose Robert sniffed deeply, dabbing at his eyes with the edge of his jacket sleeve. He turned to Bryn with bloodshot eyes and for the first time in months spoke the most sincerest truth. "I'm scared..."

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TekSoda · Aug 4, 2019

Name: Gabriel Karma
Alias: Forge
Birthdate: 6/20/2000
Place of Birth: Chicago, USA
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9
Weight: 156

Core Power:

Matter Manipulation

Gabriel has the ability to reshape matter, just by coming into contact with it.

1. She must be in direct skin contact with the item (no gloves or the like.)
2. The weapon must have a mass equal to or less than the material used. Any excess material will dissolve into bright orange flames, leaving no traces. Note than density can be increased or decreased so a given weapon can be usable.
3. She must have an understanding of how the item she's trying to create works. For example, she isn't well versed in the interior mechanisms of a gun, so she cannot just touch a tree and expect a gun to pop out of it.
4. No animals, including humans. This is not a physical rule, but a moral one set by herself for herself. However, it does not apply to those she intends to kill, an act she avoids as much as possible.

The item also acts as a "mood ring" of sorts - when she is calm, the itemwill be direct and to the point. When she is happy, it will be elegant and engraved. Sad, frail. Angry or afraid, ragged, unrefined, and unhinged.

She assumes her ability is limited to weapons. However, this ability is capable of much more than simple weapon crafting - in reality, it's the ability to reshape matter at an atomic level. However, she generally just uses it to make weapons, as that's generally what she needs when she uses it, and to her, that's more intuitive.

[Things Gabriel doesn't know how to do]

- [Touching multiple materials to make more complex weapons]
- [Making armor, suits, and other non-weapon items, though this process is significantly less intuitive.]

Enhancements:

- Enhanced Combat
- Enhanced Athleticism
- Enhanced Reflexes

Power Tier: TBD by GM

Power Category: Atomic

Alter Ego Appearance (Future):

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Alter Ego Appearance: (Even if your character hasn't created/found it yet, place it here for future reference)

Personality Goods:
- Intelligent: As Gabe was both tutored from a young age and came to develop street smarts, she came to become very intelligent.
- Kind: While her words can be blunt and brusque, she does go out of her way to help those in need.
- Selfless: Gabe would willingly sacrifice herself to save others.

Personality Bads:
- Paranoid: Due to both her time and the streets and the investigation of her mother's death, she tends to be a bit paranoid of others, though she will still help them. Just... cautiously.
- Direct: Gabe doesn't mince words. Her complete and utter lack of tact leads to her having trouble making or keeping acquaintances, or making deals.
- Morally Questionable: Gabe came to believe the ends justify the means, and that every dilemma is just simple ethical calculus, as a way of coping with both her father's and her own actions. This, of course, can lead to some... shaky moral decisions.

Skills:
- Melee Combat: During her time on the streets of [city], Gabe learned how to fight at close distances, using the environment as her weapon. Skills with a lead pipe can quickly translate to a mace.
- Stealth: Burglary jobs aren't easy if every step you take alerts everyone to where you are. She was basically forced to learn stealth.
- Lockpicking: Burglary jobs aren't easy if you can't get past a locked door. Thankfully, she quickly learned to lockpick.
- Music: As the daughter of two upper-class citizens, Gabe was roped into music lessons of all sorts. She still plays guitar when she can, but the piano occasionally betrays her more elegant side.

Interests:
- Music: Music lessons from a young age instilled a certain passion for music in Gabe that never went away. She enjoys composing music on the guitar in her spare time.
- Video Games: Gabe enjoys playing first-person shooters while screaming at her teammates through an unreasonably high-quality microphone. It's a form of catharsis.
- Weaponsmithing: Ever since the Ripple, Gabe has enjoyed creating random weapons for fun. She's started to keep a collection.

Background:

Gabriel had the best early childhood one could hope for. She grew up with all the toys she could want and two loving parents. Her mother was the daughter of a CEO, and her father was in a very... lucrative business. The type that everyone knew, but nobody spoke a word of. But regardless of any hydrofluorically-dissolved skeletons in his closet, he was a good, kind man, and a good, kind father.

It was just that sometimes, good people have to do bad things.

The fifth grade, however, was a somewhat tougher year for Gabe. Her grandfather died, passing the company on to her mother. This meant less time with her parents, and more time in the public eye and on the pages of tabloids. A tomboyish and flamboyant girl, the tabloids loved to catalog her every exploit, even making some up themselves. This, to her, was manageable. The deteriorating mental health of her mother was not. It turned out that the position of CEO came bundled with all of the under-the-table deals and expenses that the company had made over the years. The type nobody knew, and nobody spoke a word of. Nobody could know. Nobody could be allowed to know. And they had to continue, for reasons nobody cared to speak of. It weighed down on her psyche, on her soul, because at heart, she was a good person.

It was just that sometimes, good people have to do bad things.

Eventually, her mother had enough. The money flow stopped, silently, but not unnoticed. Her father's employers weren't exactly thrilled with the decision, evaluated all available employees, and picked her father. To send a message, they said. To put her more easily influenced uncle, next in line to the throne, into power. He almost protested the decision, he really did. But he was under a silent threat. The type that everyone knew, but nobody spoke a word of. The type that only showed itself when somebody... violated company policy. So he took the job. He really didn't want to. After all, he was a good, kind man, and a good, kind husband.

It was just that sometimes, good people have to do bad things.

Everyone knew there was something wrong with the father-and-daughter duo. The father refused to talk to anyone and was commonly found drinking, crying, or playing Russian roulette. His actions were, quite reasonably, attributed to the death of his wife, which was correct, in a way. Gabe, the only witness to say that her mother's death was the result of anything other than an unfortunate car crash which somehow lead to an intense form of "acute lead poisoning," was considered to be lying. Her testimony was, quite reasonably, attributed to the death of her mother and an overactive imagination, which was entirely incorrect, but her father's employers were rich men, and what they paid witnesses to say eventually became the truth.

So, in her frustration, she ran away.

Survival on the streets was anything but easy for a grade-schooler, but she eventually became accustomed to it. The shootings. The muggings. Eventually, she started to carry a knife. Eventually, she took on jobs. Messanger work. Drug runs. She gained trust, and with trust came harder, but better-paying jobs. Burglaries. Robberies. Hits for gangs. She hated every second of it, but food was food, and not dying sounded fun.

Eventually, it came to the attention of her most frequent buyer that she wasn't going through with any of the assigned hits, just letting the targets escape into neighboring states. So she was taken into a back room. Empty, save for some cleaning supplies. Two gunmen aiming straight at her. A gang boss waving a knife around, saying he'd "make this fun," saying he'd "send a message." If she resisted, she'd get shot. If she "took it like a champ," let herself get cut up a little, and didn't bleed out, she could live. It wasn't much of a choice. Just a threat.

And then, the ripple occurred.

She was in danger, she realized. She had just accepted her fate before, but now she was fully, viscerally aware of the danger. And so she bolted for a broom, barely dodging bullets as her hand touched it. And as her hand touched it, in a burst of white flames, the broom became a sword. A rugged, rough, unpolished sword, but a weapon nonetheless. And just as quickly as the broom became a sword, the three men became statistics. She didn't want to kill anyone. Her refusal to do so is what got her into the situation, to begin with. But she had to - they had guns, and she had no control over her power. Even still, the thought of sending the three home in body bags perturbed her and shook her to her core. After all, for any good person, this would be a deeply traumatizing experience. And she was a good person.

It was just that sometimes, good people have to do bad things.

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Gabe never really did understand the mentality of gangsters. They tended to be very... unique people, but never in the "dyed hair" or "fun hobby" kind of ways. They were always obsessive, megalomaniacal bastards with their own individual quirks and flairs that were all equally annoying to even attempt to cater to. Most of the time she didn't even try, and just lied to them saying she did. It's not like they'd find the body anyways, so it was weird that they were so obsessed with how their cadavers were supposedly produced.

She slams on the brakes, realizing that in her thought, she almost missed her destination. She doesn't even know why she's driving. There's a nice, intimidating bodyguard in the passenger's seat, courtesy of her client, and she's never had any formal driving education. That bodyguard, in fact, is part of this client's quirk: he likes things done the old-fashioned way, bringing whoever dared to have a conscience out onto the waterfront, shooting them, and throwing them into the river. This specific murder also doubled as a test to make sure she was a woman of her word, which is why the bodyguard was the only one with the gun.

She reaches into the truck and pulls out a blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed man, before walking him down to the edge of the water. She holds her hand out for a gun, which the bodyguard obliges before returning to a safe distance. A six-shooter in 2017. Clients never fail to disappoint.

She points the gun towards the man's head, then readjusts, so that it's parallel to him, but would only graze him.

"Never come back to Chicago," she whispers, before firing the gun and kicking the man into the river.

Mynach · Aug 4, 2019

Name: Sunshine Lionelle Dufner
Nicknames: Sunny, Rapunzel
Alias: WIP
Birthdate: 02-14-1999
Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington, USA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5'4 ft.
Weight: 117 lbs.

Core Power: Sunny has the power to drastically reduce the effects of certain wounds during battle. Using a heightened state of her emotions (Easily latching onto anxiety and fear most of the time), she has so much adrenaline in the heat of battle (Or any other situation that may heighten her anxiety) she cannot feel almost any wound inflicted. Of course, she is not invincible. If one were to hit her fatally, she would die. But other wounds that might usually knock a normal human back or wind them, or even stop them, doesn't effect her. However, this does make her less detail oriented during battle, usually only being able to focus on things directly in her path. She becomes unpredictable and has a lot more strength than one her size normally would. Once she gets a hold of her powers she will be able to draw the emotional energy from those around her when in this state to give her faster reflexes and agility. WIP

Enhancements: Agility, Strength, Reflexes

Power Tier: TBD

Power Category: Emotional
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral (Works by her own moral code)
Alter Ego Appearance: WIP

Personality Goods: Adventurous/ Kind/ Passionate/ Driven/ Knowledge seeker
Personality Bads: Overthinker/ Anxious/ Self-serving/ Clingy

Skills and Interests: Ghost hunting/ Playing guitar (She is awful at it, but she loves it)/ Exceptional tracker/ Wildlife expert/ Plant expert/ Reading fantasy books/ Emotionally intuitive/ Extensive knowledge on the 60's/ Essential oils/ WIP

Background: On February 14, 1999 Anna Lionelle Dufner, a little blue eyed, 6 lbs. baby was born. She was born to the two proud parents, Mrs. Diana Dufner and Mr. Patrick Dufner in Seattle, Washington. Sunny was their first and last kid, and they treasured her more than anyone or anything else. She, naturally, was their pride and joy. The Dufner family wasn't rich nor poor. They were, however, in the high upper class, which gave them plenty of room to spoil Anna rotten. As the little girl grew up, many things happened. First, on Anna's 4th birthday, Mr. Dufner found out that his wife was a cheater, and they got divorced. Anna was a bit too young to understand quite what was happening, but the situation ended up having a lasting impact on her. Despite Mr. Dufner's best intentions for little Anna, she grew up having to deal with anxiety because of it. Second, Mr. Dufner paid for Anna to take piano lessons. He also paid for her school, therapy, and her car. As Anna's life went on, the worse she got. Feeling guilty about the amount of money her dad spent on her as well as trying to cope with her mother leaving on top of the many heartbreaks from boyfriends, girlfriends, and friends alike, she dropped piano and the last year of school she had left.

At this point you could say Anna had a very bad issue with abandonment. Her father didn't have the heart to tell her to go back to school, as he could see how much everything was weighing on her. He felt like the only thing he knew about his daughter was that she was incredibly enthusiastic about wildlife and nature. Seeing that there was nothing left for her here, that was when the fourth thing happened. He contacted his sister, Destiny, who lived in Springdale, Arkansas, and they agreed it would be best for Anna to live there with the exception she is sent back to spend a week with him on some holidays. Now, his sister was a bit of a hippie as well as his brother in law, Jackson, and his nephew Arlo. The last few years Anna spent with them before The Ripple changed her life. It drew her out of her shell as well as made her more adventurous and overall open. It didn't cure her abandonment issues nor her anxiety, but she felt so much better. She did adopt some of the hippie lifestyle, as well as change her legal name to Sunshine. She loved the sun, something she rarely got to see in Washington. It made her feel calm, and brought her out of her thoughts. Her cousin, Arlo, taught her how to play guitar and took her exploring in a nearby wooded area where she became an exceptional tracker and wildlife/ plant expert. WIP

Writing Sample: WIP

Other: She earned the nickname Rapunzel because her hair length come down midway on her calves. Also, growing up with her aunt, uncle and cousin she has picked up on a lot of 60's slang.

AnonyMouse · Aug 4, 2019

Rosamond Elisabeth Delareaux

Birthdate: September 7th, 1975

Place of Birth: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

Age: 43

Gender: Female

Height: 5’10” (178 cm)

Weight: 170 pounds (77 kg)

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Alter Ego: Blood Rose
Core Power: Panacea
Rose has complete control over her internal biochemistry and anatomy. By focusing her mind, she can improve or augment her health, stamina, and physical limits. Most minor injuries (cuts, abrasions, bruises, etc) will heal themselves with little or no thought, but more substantial injuries require mental focus and the intentional application of her power. This also grants her immunity to most toxins, poisons, and diseases, or at least a means of commanding her immune system to fight back or work around them.

She can use her abilities on others, but must first “infect” them with her genetic material, which allows her mental powers to work on them, albeit in a much more limited fashion. Blood forms the most effective link, but even basic skin-to-skin contact can be enough to heal minor injuries in another person. She can also transfer “life force” into others at medium range, making them feel alive and robust, but this is nothing more than a superficial form of healing -- a placebo, if you will.

Enhancements:
+ Enhanced Mental Stamina
+ Enhanced Willpower
+ Enhanced Life-Force

Power Category: Mental

Power Tier: TBD by GM

Abilities: (These will unlock as her mastery of her power grows.)
Passive Self-Healing: This is the first thing she will notice after the Ripple. Paper cuts and bruises heal almost instantly. Minor aches and pains are no more. She never catches colds or the flu or feels congested or needs to wear glasses/contact lenses. Because her powers are mind-based, this aspect is always working in the background, on a subconscious level.

Biomancy and/or Active Self-Healing: Intentional manipulation of her internal biochemistry or anatomy. This is where practice, skill, and mental fortitude come into play. This includes things like giving herself a jolt of adrenaline when in danger, boosting muscle mass to increase strength, or shutting off her pain receptors.

Bio Link: Using her powers to help or hurt others. This requires a biological link, such as introducing her blood into their system. Once she’s in, she can detect any injuries or ailments within them as if they were an extension of her own body and begin repairing (or causing) damage. This is considerably more difficult than using her powers on herself and can be resisted by strong-willed individuals.

Life-Force Transference: Rose can draw from her substantial pool of life-energy and project it outward or give some to another person. While life energy cannot actually heal physical damage, it can boost someone's will to live and repair damage to the ethereal spirit or soul. She glows with a colored aura while doing this, which can be intimidating for enemies who don't understand what it is.

Quarantine: Isolating harmful pathogens, such as viruses, inside her body instead of destroying them. At a base level, this makes her a carrier for said pathogens, like a walking bioweapon. With greater skill, this can allow her to form antibodies or vaccines, which can help the medical community.

Hematokinesis: Telekinetic manipulation of her blood (or someone else's, if the link is strong enough). Blood can be crystallized into crude weapons, armor, or aerosolized into a mist. She can maintain circulation even if her heart is damaged, or resist bleeding out, even if main arteries are cut. This ability is simple, in theory, but very difficult to master and opens up a lot of options for transmitting her power at range.

Genetic Manipulation: Biomancy taken to its extreme. Once mastered, she can do things like change her hair and eye color, skin pigmentation, sex, or even her species. (She probably wouldn’t go that far, but does theoretically possess the power to do so.)
Virtues:
Emotionally stable: She doesn’t have an exceptionally cheerful personality, but is also never down in the dumps. Emotionally, Rose is as steady as a rock, which gives her an air of dependability, but also makes others take notice when she finally raises her voice or becomes passionate about something.

Patient: Waiting is one thing she is very good at. Rose does not like to argue or use force to get her point across when she feels she is right. She would much rather wait for the other person to come around. “You’ll see, soon enough,” is a favorite refrain of hers.

Agreeable: She isn’t an absolute doormat and does have things she firmly will not do, but, in most instances, she’ll simply go with the flow, find her niche, and fill it. Definitely a team player and not afraid to get her hands dirty, though she can be slow to volunteer or speak up.

Logical / Resourceful: She picks up concepts quickly and, due to years of people-watching, is surprisingly good at reading a room. She may not be good at dealing with people, but she usually knows what they’re about. She understands most basic machines and repairing/operating mechanical devices. You wouldn’t think it from looking at her, but she is a tinkerer.
Vices:
Slow to Act: She’s not just a wallflower, she’s the moss growing in the cracks. If opportunity knocked, she would stare through the keyhole and tell it she’s not home. She has missed out on a lot in life due to being too afraid to take a chance or too slow to make a choice. But, since the Ripple, she feels this may be her time to make a difference.

Aloofness: She displays a great deal of empathy on a personal level. One on one, she can be a great friend and someone to comfort you in a time of need. But, on a group level, she tends to shut down. The concept of “group think” or “peer pressure” just doesn’t seem to work on her. She likes people, but not crowds, and can seem cold or stoic until you get to know her personally.

Self-Sacrificing: It might sound like a good personality trait, but Rose’s willingness to throw herself in the line of fire is borderline masochistic and fueled by feelings of self-pity, guilt, and doubt. She believes heroism is all about sacrifice. If you’re not bleeding for it, what are you doing? She tends to be slow to act, but once she’s in, she’s all in, and won’t back down until someone puts her down. She would sooner take a dozen punches on the chin than throw one good one to end the fight, even when easier (or smarter) resolutions exist.

Naïve: Rose is very trusting of others. Even when she feels they may be deceiving her, she will often give them a chance, if the cost isn’t too high. She believes in the good of all people, even when presented with overwhelming evidence otherwise. But if that trust is ever betrayed…

Vengeful: She can also be very vengeful. Rose blindly puts her faith in others, but if that trust is broken, there will be hell to pay. This has always been a subtle undercurrent lurking within her, but with her newfound power, she now feels it is her duty to punish those who would do harm to the innocent.
Skills and Interests:
+ Fluent in English, French, and Spanish, and passable in Russian, German, and Italian. Linguistics has been a hobby and a profession for most of her life. She has self-published a handful of romance novellas and poetry anthologies under the pseudonym “Red Rose,” mostly in English and French.

+ Can play the piano and teach it to others, from beginners to advanced lessons. She dabbled in the violin for a while and would describe herself as, “far from bad, but not quite good,” at it.

+ Likes children and teaching. She is usually quite reserved, but opens up a lot when children are around. Can be overbearing and protective, or just plain nosy. Basically, if you’re under twenty years old, she’s gonna act like she’s your mom.

+ Exceptional cook, particularly French, Creole, and Southern (American) cuisine. Desserts are her specialty. She is also knowledgeable of etiquette and would be right at home in a formal setting. She can tell you which fork is the soup fork. (That’s a joke, obviously.)

+ She’s very… handy. Does most things herself, whenever possible, which has allowed her to amass a wealth of knowledge when it comes to basic repairs and maintenance. From sewing to electrical wiring and auto repair, Rose is not afraid to get her hands dirty or try new things. She is smart enough to know what all the pieces do, but also creative enough to make them do what they were never meant to.

+ While seduction is definitely not something she condones, she is aware that most people find her attractive, for reasons both obvious and understated. Let’s just say, she has had certain powers long before the Ripple and knows how to use them.
Biography:
Rosamond Elisabeth Delareaux was born Sunday, September 7, 1975 in Metairie, Louisiana. Her father, Howard, was a chemical engineer in the oil industry and was often away, leaving Rose to be cared for by her mother, Helene, an elementary school teacher. Her middle name was passed down to her from her grandmother, who was a nurse in WWII, and a source of strength for the entire family. From a very young age, Rose showed promise. She was smart and precocious. Obedient. Respectful. Well-mannered, at an age when most children are a handful.

However, Rose was often ill. It was never anything major or life-threatening, but she was the type of child who caught a cold if the temperature dropped two degrees; or pneumonia at the first sign of precipitation; or got a stomach bug if the food was ever-so-slightly undercooked. Because of this, she spent a lot of time in her grandmother’s care. Granny Ella became a ray of sunshine to her and something to look forward to, even when bedridden with the flu.

Her mother often remarked that Rose never cried. “You have your grandmother’s strength,” she would say. “Did I ever tell you about the time she…” And she would launch into another story. Sometimes, Ella would be there, laughing along and adding her own embellishments to these tales of heroism and grit in dark times. But, as the years went on, she did not laugh much anymore. And then, she did not speak much anymore. And then she was gone. Rose’s grandmother, a woman who often seemed too good for this world, passed away in 1987, when Rose was only twelve.

All heroes must die someday.

Rose carried those stories with her throughout her life… but carry them is all she did. She could never quite live up to them, never quite bring herself to raise her voice in defense of the innocent or put her life on the line to protect another. Real life rarely offers opportunities to do so and, in the rare moments such opportunities came, Rose let them slip by, destined to forever be a bystander, a useless observer, someone waiting to be saved. Always an ‘A’ student, but never the valedictorian. Athletic, but never joined any teams or clubs. Well-liked, but no one’s favorite. Beautiful, but not the girl all the boys wanted. She was stuck in a middle ground rut, her mind festering with dreams of what she should do, or could do… but never did.

She was eighteen when she was ‘discovered’ by Jean Lafayette, a business associate of her father. He didn’t mean to bring the two of them together. He knew Lafayette’s appetites and habits and would never wish that upon his daughter. But meet they did. Jean was young money incarnate. Nearly twice her age, but still too young to wield the amount of wealth and power he did. He was a French oil man, relatively new to the game, yet had somehow weathered the oil crisis of the late 80s and come out with his Ferraris, offshore accounts, and vacation homes intact.

At first, she thought it was love at first sight. She dropped her plans of becoming a schoolteacher like her mother and became swept up in his dream. They eloped within a year and were wed in Paris, France in the winter of ‘95. Although Jean never mistreated her, she was fully aware that she was little more than an adornment to him, like another car or house or fancy suit. And it was an easy part to play. Just stand there and look pretty. Whether at a fancy ball, or the board room, or the bedroom, her role was clear: she belonged to him.

At first, she was content with seeing the world, but as the years dragged on, she began to use her health as an excuse to stay home. While he traveled on business, she taught English and, later, piano lessons, out of their loft in La Defense, while attending university. She was mostly a loner, a quiet shut-in, but working with children gave her some degree of joy and sense of purpose. But she did not share such enthusiasm when Jean began to press her for a child of their own. Although he was not a bad man by any means, it was becoming abundantly clear they did not love one another and she refused to bring a child into a loveless household.

He was away more and more and she knew his business trips were not strictly about business. As her list of clients grew, she went from teaching small children, to teens, twenty-somethings, and even a few adults. They adored her. They appreciated and respected her, in ways Jean never had. She was 28 when she had a one night stand with a university freshman and became pregnant. The guilt ate her up inside and her health rapidly deteriorated. Eventually, the doctors gave her a choice: it would be her or the baby. Jean promised to honor her decision. She chose to save the baby. She hadn’t done anything with her life after all. The child should take precedence, right?

The next day, she was on the operating table. She was lying on what she thought would be her deathbed, with Jean clutching her hand. As the anesthesia began to kick in and her mind slipped away, Rose made what was probably the biggest mistake of her life: she told him about the affair and that the child probably wasn’t his, but that he should love it as if it were his own. She had done a terrible thing and deserved whatever happened to her, but cherish the child. That was her dying wish. Cherish the child.

She will never forget how quickly his tears dried and the absolute, insane rage in his eyes, or the vulgarities he spewed. A man who had cheated on her their entire marriage could not stand that she had one moment of weakness. The last thing she saw was his snarling face before security dragged him from the room, kicking and screaming, so the doctors could do their work.

She awoke with a child killer sitting at her bedside. The baby was no more. She had no idea how he had bent the system to his will, but he had. “It’s a miracle you’re alive. They tried so hard to save it,” he said and she could taste the lies on his breath. And then, in a much darker tone, “you’re not getting off that easily.”

Jean perished in a car accident a few months later. The brakes in his Ferrari failed at 80mph and he slammed into a brick wall. Rose had nothing to do with it, of course. Yes, the months between the surgery and the accident had been the worst of her life, but she would never wish death on anyone. Yes, she had read through the Ferrari technical service manual three times, but that was just to practice her Italian. Yes, she had been seen in the garage that morning, but she was merely dusting the shelves. She had nothing to do with the accident. Nothing. At. All. The police and the lawyers believed her and God would forgive her. Nothing else mattered.

She moved back to Louisiana in 2004, having had her fill of Europe. Most of Jean’s wealth went to his family, but she had enough to do something. She still wasn’t sure what, but felt burdened with purpose, as if she was alive for a reason. She took up teaching again, until Hurricane Katrina hit in 2005, utterly devastating the area. Her father died protecting her mother, who was crippled by falling debris and later told she would never walk again. Rose remained by her side throughout the recovery. But, in reality, it was her mother who gave her strength. A lesser person might give up or fall into despair, but she remained strong.

In the years that followed, the two women rebuilt their home and opened a café. Rose invested a lot in the community, particularly a local academy that had been ravaged by the flood, but she always felt as if it wasn’t enough. Her life had come full circle, but something was still missing. She initially planned to run the café, but her mother was far better at it. By 2011, the business was up and running and the town had grown to some semblance of its former glory, so Rose began to devote more of her time to the academy and its students, and even began substitute teaching from time to time. She was in class one day when a wave of energy washed over the entire school.
“Just put the money in the bag and nobody gets hurt,” he said as he made his way down the line, waving a loaded gun at anyone who didn’t empty their pockets and purses into the sack quickly enough.

Lies, Rose thought as she slumped against the wall, with red warmth blossoming from her chest. She could feel it running down her back, life leaving her body with each thump of her heart. She could feel its slippery wetness beneath her heels as she slowly descended to the floor, leaving a red streak on the cold marble walls.

It had to happen someday, right? She always thought she would die of old age or maybe get struck by lightning. That would be okay. That would be God’s hand at work. It’s fine, if it’s Him, she thought as she slumped over in a growing pool of her own blood. It’s fine.

But, here? In a tiny bank in a tiny town, at the hands of some raggedy asshole in a ski mask, who smelled of whiskey and piss, wielding a rusty, sawed-off shotgun? No. No, that’s not okay. That’s not fucking okay! I just wanted to deposit a check. I was going to go to the store after this. We need milk and eggs. We’re out of butter.

He shot the guard first. Blew him away without hesitating, right in front of Rose. She made the mistake of trying to offer CPR --he had a vest on, he might live-- so the robber gave her one in the chest, too, even after she offered her purse and jewelry. Not fast enough, apparently. She never was.

She ought to be sad. Ought to be afraid. Hell, she ought to be unconscious or in absolute agony. Instead, she just felt anger. Not only because he’d shot her, but because he had ended her. Who gave you the right to take my life!?

“You don’t get to decide,” Rose whispered under her breath. Someone gasped. A woman screamed. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what had gotten into them. She didn’t realize she was on her feet again, her fists clenched at her sides. She didn’t realize the pool of blood was gone and the wound on her chest had vanished as if it never happened. She heard a sound like loose change hitting the floor and looked down to see the shotgun BBs tumble from the folds of her clothing, like shaking off loose dust.

The gunman was at the teller now, waving his boomstick and demanding they empty the vault. She could leave. She had a clear path to the exit. He wasn’t even looking toward her or the other ‘hostages.’ He had her stuff, but she would get it back when the police inevitably arrived and turned this moron to mincemeat.

She turned toward the exit, but stopped when she heard a voice: “T-thank you.”

Rose looked down to see the security guard, sitting upright again. Through his tattered uniform, she saw clean skin where moments ago the shotgun pellets had ravaged his flesh. “I… I don’t know how, but… thank you,” he said again as he struggled to get to his feet, but Rose stopped him.

“No. Stay down. You’re still injured,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I…” she hesitated, looked toward the robber, and wondered if she was really about to do this. God, the door was so close! All she had to do was walk out and… Rose took a deep breath and tried to force herself to smile as she looked to the guard. She had the power to do something. Walking away isn’t an option anymore.

“I got this.”

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GolemGuy · Aug 4, 2019

Name: Robin "Robbie" Akre
Alias: Forsvar
Birthdate: 10-02-1984
Place of Birth: Stavanger, Norway
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Height: 6'8
Weight: 232.5 lbs

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Core Power:
Kinetic Energy Redirection
Robin is able to temporarily store and redirect kinetic energy through any point of his body, meaning however hard you hit him, he'll hit back with much more than the same force. Although, he has a threshold to how much force he is able to safely store, with that limit being placed at 2,000 pounds of force, and with any excess force being released through his body, injuring him through the process. Robin is not able to redirect kinetic energy made by himself, and only the kinetic energy from being touched by a solid object can be harnessed, meaning gaseous and liquid forces are not absorbed or redirected. Additionally, the storing of the kinetic energy only acts as a shock absorber, not nullifier, meaning he still takes minor damage from absorbed attacks.

+Enhanced Durability +Enhanced Strength +Enhanced Reflexes

Power Tier: TBD by GM

Power Category: Elemental

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Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality Goods: Altruistic | Creative | Pensive | Candid | Non-verbally Articulate

Personality Bads: Vengeful | Overly Generous | Obstinate | Argumentative | Verbally Inarticulate

Skills: Mechanical Engineering | Kickboxing | Sketching

Interests: Music | Illustration | Literature | Engineering

Background: WIP

Writing Sample: WIP

NUSKI · Aug 5, 2019

[div class=fyuriwrapper][div class=topper][div class=charactername]Alicia Thompson[/div][/div][div class=wrappertwo]

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[/div][div class=textarea]WANTED, FOR ACTS OF: Voluntary Manslaughter, Robbery (of the BEP), Computer Crime, Assault, Prison Escape, and Kidnapping

[div class=subheader]Basic Information[/div]
[NAME] Alicia Meredith Thompson
[ALIAS] None, she is fine with her own name. Will occasionally go by "A".
[PLACE OF BIRTH] Detroit, Michigan USA
[DATE OF BIRTH] January 3, 1994 (Age 25)
[GENDER] Female
[HEIGHT] 5'7
[WEIGHT] 131 lbs.
[MORAL ALIGNMENT] Neutral Evil

[div class=subheader]Powers & Abilities[/div]
[CORE POWER] Technopathy, the ability to manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology." Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data. User can control the flow of intricate machinery, and assemble or disengage their programming at will and operate most technology at distance.

[ENHANCEMENTS] Alicia possesses three Enhancements that compliment each other and her core power. Her first two Enhancements are Enhanced Intelligence and Enhanced Brain Capacity. With these two combined, she is able to process information at an alarming inhumane rate. She is already bright but with the ability to tap into her own brain, Alicia has the potential to be one of the smartest minds on the planet. Her newfound Enhancements make her look at everything around her as data or numbers that have been manipulated to look otherwise, giving her a more logical and tame outlook towards the world. With enough time and knowledge of herself and her powers, she may be able to one day manipulate the wiring and functions in her cerebellum (an application of Enhanced Brain Capacity). She has already started practicing using her mental prowess to determine the probabilities of people's actions through not only Enhanced Intelligence and Enhanced Brain Capacity but using the information available to her via the internet. Alicia's third Enhancement is Enhanced Reflexes. Her ability to process information quicker than others comes in handy when it comes to learning new information. With the many tutorials and YouTube videos on the internet, she can learn how to defend herself against potential enemies and combined with her Enhanced Brain Capacity, has reaction speeds beyond peak human limits allowing her to dodge bullets and the such (all information from the links provided).

[POWER CATEGORY] Mental - while physical contact with technological constructs gives her the ability to manipulate technology, she is able to manipulate it using her mind (especially with smaller things like switching the channel on a tv or changing a webpage). The larger and more complex an item is, the closer Alicia needs to be. As she further understands her powers, she may be able to increase that distance.
[POWER TIER] To Be Decided by GM
[ALTER EGO APPEARANCE] Alicia will often wear something similar to this; sporting the newest fashion items. She likes to stand out.
[SKILLS] Hacking and Programming, Math, Science, Running, Lying and Deceiving People, Playing the Piano, Multilingual - Can speak Arabic, French, Spanish and Hebrew, Marksman - While not among the world's most elite, she is still able to make a decent shot among various types of guns.

[div class=subheader]In-Depth Information[/div]
[INTERESTS] Alicia has only been motivated by one thing in her lonely life: money. With her newfound powers, that may be subject to change but for now, she enjoys living lavishly. Now that she can manipulate computer data, she can get into any hotel or buy any fast car she wants. She is unusually fascinated by giraffes.

[PERSONALITY] Hard, impulsive, with a (now) apparent lack of empathy - although it's just an appearance - she's a survivor, her life has always been complicated. She had nothing to lose by contributing to the robbery because she had nothing and nobody important in her life.

Personality Goods: It is extremely difficult to gain Alicia's trust so while distrusting may be a negative personality trait, once you have her trust and loyalty you can be assured she will die for you. The lack of a proper childhood, friends, and family cause her to unhealthily cling to people she deems worthy. In spite of fear, danger, discomfort, or pain she has the mental fortitude to carry on with a decision or commitment with a high level of courage and determination. Others: Intelligent, Rational, Vivacious, Assertive

Personality Bads: While she has never been an upstanding citizen, at one point in her life, Alicia was timid and quiet. After the robbery and spending three years in prison, she has become unreasonably aggressive and egotistical. The Alicia before the robbery and Alicia after the robbery are two different people. She has grown to understand that there is only one person she can actually protect, one person she should put first; herself. Others: Callous, Flamboyant, (Too) Laid Back

[BACKGROUND] Alicia Meredith Thompson was born on January 3, 1994, in Michigan. Her father had abandoned his family when she was only two years old and her mother was rarely ever home as she was too busy injecting drugs into her veins. Realizing that the child didn't have suitable parents, Alicia's grandparents (on her mother's side) took care of her. Since she was so young, she never really had the problem of missing or hating her parents for not being able to take care of her. As a child, her grandparents would tell her over-exaggerated stories about her parents but as she got older she realized they were just lies created with the objective of making her think her parents were good people. The only problem (aside from the terrible living conditions) was that their daughter was a junkie and they didn't learn from their mistakes. They believed a child should have as much freedom as they desired. What they didn't have in wealth, they made up in the gift of freedom and love.

Ever since she learned to read and write, Alicia was obsessed with learning. It didn't matter if it was about the Pythagorean Theorem or about the manufacturing process of a toothbrush - she loved it. She had no problem making friends at school but as soon as the bell rang she would rush home on her stolen bike to read, watch YouTube videos, and do any extra homework or studying. Even with her grandparent's laid back attitude she never ventured too far from home.

That all changed after she met Mason Butcher in the seventh grade.

Mason was the boy who taught Alicia to open up. To laugh. To take risks. Up until this point, her life had been on a strict schedule of School, Learn, Sleep, Repeat. She met Mason on the first day of seventh grade in her math class. They had a group assignment together and something about him made Alicia happy. So they hung out at lunch... and after lunch, they went to the burger place by the school. That was the first day Alicia got home after 4 PM. As she spent more time with Mason, she was learning a lot about herself. She learned that she liked stealing candy bars sodas from convenience stores. She learned that living on the edge was exciting. Alicia was easily the smartest seventh-grader in her city but her teachers started to question that when her grades began to drop. At first, she would hang out with Mason at lunch and after school. In fact, they were together so much, people started to think they were dating. Eventually, Mason convinced Alicia to skip school with him almost every day and when her grandparents got a call the only punishment she received was a thirty-second lecture.

By the time she was in the tenth grade, Alicia had met twenty Masons' and left them all because they couldn't satisfy her need for thrills and excitement. Even if she got romantically involved with them, it wasn't enough. She started out as a bookworm who was most likely on her way to get two scholarships (or three) and turned into a rebel who was sent to the principal's office weekly. She even went through a phase where she tried convincing herself that she was into girls. Eventually, she got tired of looking for people to hang out with in school so she looked towards older boys and that's when she met Desmond Thompson.

Alicia was 16. Desmond was 20. At first, Desmond was worried Alicia would put him in jail but he soon realized all she cared about was the thrill. Nothing else. Desmond wasn't like the other people she had met; he wasn't playing at being criminal. He was on the verge of being a professional thief and his friends were the same. Alicia was decent with computers and never had too much trouble in the computer science classes she took but one of Desmond's friends, Demitri taught her everything he knew about computers. At the age of 17, Alicia had moved in with Dimitri and Desmond, leaving nothing but a note behind for her grandparents. She had dropped out of school but she definitely had not stopped learning. Desmond made sure Alicia never had to work or do anything that would even make her sweat. She would stay inside with her computer as the others would leave for days at a time and return with bags of money. They would steal from dealers, homes, and even jewelry stores. With that money, the eight boys and Alicia moved into a large estate in Mexico.

Years passed by and not one person from their group had been caught or identified by the police. Alicia and Desmond had become a couple. They had money but it wasn't enough; they wanted out of life. Not because they were tired of it, but because Desmond wanted Alicia to have anything she wanted. While the boys discussed what they could do to finally get out of the life, Alicia suggested the U.S. Bureau of Engraving and Printing (BEP) which printed money. The boys laughed it off but Alicia convinced Desmond that with the right amount of preparation it would be possible. They spent two years making preparations, going over the plan, studying the staff that worked there and their schedules.

Seven months before the heist, Alicia and Desmond got married and she took his last name.

The heist itself lasted three days, with them using hostages to their advantage. When they made their run for it, everything went wrong and there were more armed forces than anticipated. To Alicia’s knowledge, the boys except Desmond were killed in a firefight while Desmond was given the electric chair because of the 27 hostages and 9 police officers he killed. Alicia was given 44 years and was held in Telford Unit Prison in Texas.

After The Ripple, Alicia broke out of prison and is currently on a watch list.

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SAMPLE ONE (previous post ex.)

"The winds are changing, Nocturne. The world will change along with it."

The gray dragon made a grumbling noise in his throat and turned his head away from Zilas. His rider had been called for a summons that day so Zilas took it upon himself to make sure that they were up early much earlier than he was used to.

"What do you think they want my dear friend?" Zilas asked. It could have been nothing, but something about the letter that was given to him was rubbing him the wrong way. Nevertheless, he was still excited that finally something interesting was happening in his life. He had grown bored of his day-to-day responsibilities as an heir for a throne he didn't care for. Zilas made sure to go to bed several hours later so he and Nocturne could wake up before the sun rose. They had spent the morning flying around Culstoull land and ended with some light training. While Zilas fought wooden dummies, Nocturne would watch as to make sure Zilas would not imbed his mistakes.

"You should know better than to ask me a question like that" the beast started, lifting his head from his resting position. His deep voice seemed to make the wind stop blowing which made Zilas's hair stand up. No matter the amount of time he spent with Nocturne, the voice of his dragon would never cease to amaze him. Not just Nocturne, Zilas was amazed by these majestic creatures in general. Zilas turned around to face Nocturne as he continued to speak. "You should stop with your superstitions. If you are so worried about the winds you might need more sleep. Am I coming with you?" Nocturne asked hesitantly, knowing what would come out of Zilas's mouth.

"Where I go, you go my friend. I know you do not like being among my people but you need to get used to it" Zilas said calmly, walking even closer towards Nocturne. He stopped in front of Nocturne's face as the dragon lowered his head, closing his eyelids once again. His black-haired rider patted his head a couple of times before a growl escaped from Nocturne's mouth. Despite his several warnings against it, Zilas would sometimes treat him as if he were a young drake. A laugh escaped from Zilas's mouth as he stood up and turned around, looking beyond the cliff he stood on.

The winds are changing.

~

After enjoying the view for another hour, Zilas returned to the fortress without Nocturne. Most of his family was still uncomfortable with the creature so he tried his best to keep him away from the main building as much as possible. He quietly made his way back to his room, avoiding eye contact with the several servants that were rushing up and down the halls, preparing for the morning breakfast which he intended to skip out on. He quickly changed out of his riding attire and put on a burgundy tunic which was accompanied by a fur pelt covered in jewels. Adding his headpiece to his apparel, Zilas attached his sheath to his belt, replacing the dull training swords with his real ones. As Zilas walked down the main steps of the estate, he noticed one of his uncle's patiently waiting for him at the bottom of the staircase. A look of disgust was carefully hidden on Zilas's face as his uncle handed him golden bracers to go over his sleeves.

"Your father wanted me to let you know that you are representing House Culstoull today," the man said, one hand resting above his belt and the other on his word's handle.

"He couldn't tell me that himself? Go. I do not wish to speak to you any longer," Zilas replied without looking at his uncle who was fuming. He took the bracers and nodded towards the guards who opened the door for him, his shoes echoing through the silent halls. By the time Zilas had left the main garden, Nocturne was patiently waiting for him. Zilas grinned at the sight of his only friend and climbed onto the dragon's back, tapping his flesh a few times before they were in the air. Zilas thought more about his destination as the wind made his hair fly in several different directions. The only thing he knew about the meeting was that a man from the Atwood family would be there. Other than that, there was not much to think about.

Before he knew it, Zilas was in the Coalition's Library while Nocturne had disappeared. It didn't bother him too much; he would just call him back via mind link when he was reading. Before entering the library, stopped to look at a blue scaled dragon who was looking over the outer square.

The world will change along with it.

SAMPLE TWO (some backstory for alicia!)

Don't stop running.

No matter how many times she repeated those words, Alicia couldn't help but feel her legs start to slow down. It didn't help she was carrying two duffel bags filled with money through the snow. As another bullet whizzed past her head, Alicia couldn't help but tear up. The heist had gone to shit and she didn't know what to do. She turned her head around to see how close her pursuers were and her speed picked up once she saw the bright reflective tape on their uniforms shining in the darkness of the forest.

"Freeze! You can't run forever!" one of the officers yelled as the other fired another bullet from his gun.

While he was most likely right, Alicia would be a fool to give up, especially with the amount of money she had on her. If she stopped running and Desmond and the others somehow made it out, she would feel stupid. Even as she thought this, she knew her mind was not as strong as her body and she would have to do the one thing she said she wouldn't before they even arrived in Texas. Alicia made a quick turn to the right, hoping the officers would lose her in the forests' foliage.

Don't stop running.

A few more bullets hit the tall trees behind her which made Alicia smile a little. While she heard the gun, the sound of the bullets hitting the bark could no longer be heard meaning she was finally leaving the officers in her dust. Alicia turned back her head once again, noticing that the officers that were once chasing her were out of sight. Hesitantly, she came to a slow stop and hid behind a thick tree, hoping to catch her breath for a few seconds. Although she knew that was probably the worst idea she could have had at the moment, she couldn't keep running anymore. Making sure both duffel bags were on her shoulders, Alicia's leaned back on the tree, reaching in her pants pockets. Pulling out a cracked phone, Alicia's heavy breathing slowed down as she scrolled through the contacts. She ignored her literal bloody hands, the possibility of more officers or soldiers looking for her, and even the fact that they might have sent dogs. All she cared about was Desmond. She clicked his name on the screen and put the device to her ear, praying that he would pick up. After several rings, she had a feeling that her boyfriend wasn't going to pick up and that only meant that he was dead or caught. Alicia lowered the phone and clicked on the name 'Demitri', hoping that he would pick up but no answer came. Alicia shook her head and pushed herself off the tree, a low grunt escaping from her lips. It was snowing much harder now, meaning that her tracks would be covered but she still had another hour of running to do.

Not even ten minutes had passed and Alicia heard the sound of boots crunching in the snow. Her whole body turned around in fear but she couldn't see anything in the darkness. The crunching sound got louder and louder as the seconds passed by and Alicia's head turned side to side trying to determine where it was coming from. Only one set of footsteps, so if she had to deal with him, she could. She quickly pulled out her Glock 43 from its holster and tightened her grip on it and she tried to determine where her predator was coming from. As the crunching started to slow down, she saw a SWAT member with a rifle in his hands and a flashlight poking out of his helmet. Alicia hid behind the nearest tree as the soldier looked down at the tracks that she had left behind. Alicia closed her eyes and kissed her gun right before side-stepping out from the tree and pulling the tree.

The first bullet ricocheted off of the soldier's helmet and before he could react, Alicia fired two more bullets, one landing in his right leg and the other in his throat. The soldier fell to the ground, his arms reaching out as if he wanted to grab Alicia and choke her to death.

"Holy shit!" Alicia screamed. She knew that the gunshots would attract attention so she took a few steps back in preparation to run but the sound of a gunshot followed by burning pain in her left shoulder made her fall to the ground, screaming in pain. When she looked up she saw several men dressed in black with rifles all pointing at her and the sound of police sirens nearing.

Then everything went black.

Fandom Infatuation · Aug 6, 2019

W.I.P.

Name: Alison Heatherford
Alias: Nightshade
Birthdate: 15/09/1999
Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington, USA
Age: 20
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Female
Height: 170 cm
Weight: 63 kgs
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Core Power: Matter Absorption
Alison is able to absorb any material she comes in physical contact with into her body, which drains the resource, and then she is able to manipulate it in a variety of ways. She can coat her body with it, creating a layer of armor, morph her body or parts of it into a living solid mass of the material itself and she is capable of manipulating the material in general as long as it comes out of her skin. Alison will proportionally increase or decrease in physical strength, durability, and volume to whatever she has absorbed. The absorption is temporary too, any material she has absorbed will be dissolved after a short period of time.
Enhancements: •Enhanced Leap •Enhanced Stamina •Enhanced Reflexes
Power Tier: T.B.A.
Power Category: Nature
Personality Goods: Caring | Honest | Hopeful | Protective | Strong emotionally
Personality Bads: Can be mean and sarcastic | Antisocial | Kinda Selfish | Reserved | Unmotivated
Skills and Interests: Reading and Writing Poetry | Reading Novels | Plays Videogames Casually | Journal Keeping | Walks in the Park

Background: Alison had a relatively quiet and normal childhood. She was born into a small nice family. Her father worked as an accountant at a respectable firm and her mother was a teacher at a nearby elementary school. She never had any siblings or any kids around to play with. That never bothered Alison, much to the worry of her parents. She spent her time with her head into tons of books. They provided her a view into magical worlds where the protagonists lead exciting lives and learned intresting lessons, unlike her dull reality. The art of the written word amazed her, inspired her and she consumed as much as she could of it. That lead to her expanding her tastes and getting into harder, more literary books slowly over time. (W.I.P)

Character Theme:
Battle Theme:
W.I.P.

Remembrance · Aug 7, 2019

Document NOFORN-1A

LAST KNOWN APPEARANCE

NAME_ Elias Nokomis
ALIAS_ N/A
BIRTHDATE_ 12/17/1998
PLACE OF BIRTH_ Minneapolis, MN
CHRONOLOGICAL AGE_ 20
ORIGINAL GENDER_ Male
ORIGINAL HEIGHT_ 5'8"
ORIGINAL WEIGHT_ 140lb

CORE POWER_
Possession - A simple yet complex power, Elias is able to possess and overwrite one's mind and soul with his own. The main method of which being through eye contact. While Elias is able to jump bodies between humans, his original body is left empty and unconscious during the power's use. If Elias' original body is in a state of non-livability, Elias must keep living with the body he possessed. Elias would need to intentionally activate the jump again to return to his own body. When possessing somebody, Elias' soul and mind overwrite the others'. However Elias is still able to retain core memories and in rare cases, absorbs main traits from the original personality. Elias also absorbs the original's muscle memory within their cerebellum.
ENHANCEMENTS_
+ Enhanced Memory
+ Enhanced Life-Force
+ Enhanced Soul

POWER TIER_ (Will be gauged by me)

POWER CATEGORY_ Sorcery

MORAL ALIGNMENT_ Chaotic Good
ALTER EGO APPEARANCE_ N/A

SKILLS_ Elias was found to be proficient in a standard firearms array as well as in a heavy firearms array. Is legally and able to drive Class A, B, and C vehicles. Elias over the months has found himself to be getting increasingly proficient in simple things such as typing and hand-eye coordination. He's unsure of whether or not it's just him getting older and more wiser or if it's power at work.

PERSONALITY GOODS_
While an apathetic and rather calm person, Elias is quiet and passive. Despite being a silent man, Elias is surprisingly smart and clever, having brilliant deduction skills which allow him to solve different mysteries. Elias is capable of always finding a solution to a problem if he gives it enough thought. Elias appreciates praise, and has shown to have a tendency of exerting more than what he'd normally do when given positive feedback. Elias keeps a rather strict schedule and regimen. Becoming bothered when someone attempts to disrupt his habits and goes to extreme lengths to get it back.

PERSONALITY BADS_
Along with Elias' passive demeanor, he always seems to be incredibly lax and overall never exerts more energy than is needed; thus coming off as a sluggish person. Despite not talking much, Elias rarely gets angry, though he does appear to get irritated often. In general, Elias doesn't express his emotions much. Elias is scarily confident, he knows when something is lost and knows when to not keep going. Elias would never go into anything without knowing he'd win or atleast succeed in what he desires. Elias also has quite an overactive imagination, which is responsible for frequent hallucinations.

INTERESTS_
Despite having an ever-changing interest pool, Elias sticks to a few core interests. He has an uninteresting fascination with boiled eggs; enjoys napping; and has an obsessive relationship with the band Aerosmith.

BACKGROUND_
"I will be perfectly honest. Truthfully. My life wasn't anything exciting. A nice family living relatively well. It wasn't anything great, nor tragic, I lived and breathed in nothingness. Minnesota was as snow-filled as ever and all I did was stay in my room, watching a movie or god knows what. I barely realized I even had a power until-- Ah, I may be getting too far ahead of myself, I'll rollback. School and it's many substitutes and alternatives were difficult for me. I tried my best but apparently my best wasn't enough and ultimately I left high school without a single scholarship nor any good grades to my name. I wasn't a bad child, nor did I ever get into fights, school just wasn't a fit for me, I didn't enjoy it and it clearly did not enjoy me. My family like always, was accepting. They let me live at their house for as long as I had a job and was contributing to house chores and such. Finding a job was difficult but I ended up getting a rather discomforting occupation as a host, while I give the upmost respect for restaurant workers, I am clearly not giving them enough because it's hard work. I got my first rifle just last year and I guess I'm a proficient shot? I don't regularly go out and use it but when I decide to, it's always there. Now fast forward and here I am, I've got something amazing inside me and all I have to do is try and figure out what to use it for. Shall I be a valiant hero or will I fall into despair still attempting to find meaning? I definitely don't know, I will say that without a shadow of doubt, this whole situation will find it's resolution. Maybe soon as for now, I'm tired."
- Diary Entry from the "Hey Don't Look In This Diary" Diary. Dated a few months back.

WRITING SAMPLE_
The sun rose meekly over a gloomy day as Elias shuffled out of his bed. His earbuds ripped out of his ears as he sat up. A terrible way to start off, previous days such as these he had awoken with bloody ears from his earbuds having constricting wires. Not only his ears bleeding but his whole body tangled up in a mess of wires. Days like these always surprised Elias, he tries keeping to a usual sleep schedule but this time he awoken much before he his initial time. The perplexity of this situation dazzled him as he walked towards his bathroom. Entering and viewing upon himself, he could see his lifestyle taking effect on him. His hair was a mess and his face droopy with barely any perfection hidden away in it.

"A boring man is all I am. All I ever will be and may be. Always and continuously: me." A daily motto to keep himself sane, his power required it. That's incorrect, he needed it to be sane in order to keep going. At no moment has Elias ever considered letting his daily lifestyle and continuity be ruined. Nowadays it was a little difficult, living away from home threw him off his schedule but was a necessity for what he had become and he wouldn't be able to return anytime soon.

"Is it time for work yet?" Elias questioned himself, returning back to his bedroom, his eyes trained on the clock. "It'll be a few hours until I have to get ready. I guess I can just go back to sleep for now." Shuffling back into his bed, popping in his earbuds, wires still tangled and drawn about. This was the perfect moment to just relax and regain his energy. And as he fell back into slumber, the sun kept rising, stronger and stronger until Elias woke up at his proper time.

The sun gleaming into the window, light reflecting with strength off the fancy highrises, Elias was a bit sad to wake up. Shuffling out of his bed, earbuds ripping out of his ears as he sat up. Another terrible way to start his day, previous days being eerily similar. This time however, his ears weren't bleeding. Times like these always surprised Elias, perplexed and dazzled to see himself awake at a correct time on a correct day, how amazing. "Time to get ready for work." But just before he approaches his closet, he needs to take a quick visit to the bathroom mirror.

Miserable Alchemist · Aug 7, 2019

Name: Fay Lin
Alias: Spellbook
Birthdate: 14-03-1995
Place of Birth: Saratoga, California, USA
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 165cm / 5'5"
Weight: 54kg / 119 lbs

Core Power: Imagined Phenomena Manifestation
- Utilizing a hyperdimensional power source created by a race from beyond the known universe, Fay can force her imagination onto reality through an alien set of calculations that essentially bring down the desired effect from a higher dimension. If she imagines herself as faster or imagines herself flying, she can do it. The same applies for imagining something like a phenomena of something being cut. The calculative prowess required to bring about phenomena changes based upon its complexity, taking up more and more processing power from her brain like a high-spec program on a computer. Generally, this limits her to about 3 phenomena at a time on the level of her flying, or a barrier being active, or something being cut. However, it is difficult for her to manifest earthly phenomena regardless of the complexity. For example, conjuring a projectile or barrier of energy is simple, but doing something like creating a computer or airplane is impossible. Even creating something like a tree or rock is difficult. This is due to a cognitive dissonance between her knowledge of Earth warping her imagination and thought process to make such things unimaginable for her rather than a limitation of the power itself.
Enhancements:
- Enhanced Potential
- Enhanced Brain Capacity
- Enhanced Intuition
Power Tier: TBD
Power Category: Alien/Cosmic

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Alter Ego Appearance:

Personality Goods: Practical, unless she's in a fit of emotional instability | Proactive | Loyal to those she takes a liking to
Personality Bads: Emotionally Unstable | Poor understanding of others | Apathetic or even violent towards those she doesn't already like

Skills and Interests:
- Dabbles in poetry
- Enjoys photography
- Pretty good at cooking

Background:
The offspring of a human father and a being hardly comprehensible to man, Fay was emotionally stunted as a child. Part biology, part upbringing. Her childhood wasn't anything special. She was raised by a single human father on Earth, her mother having disappeared from the world entirely shortly after spawning her, but he wasn't exactly a role model of a parent. He was a heavy drinker, pissed off at his "wife" for leaving him, but unable to leave the result of their relationship behind. Something in his mind had probably been messed up by what Fay would have called mother. For all his alcoholism and resentment towards his ex-wife, he could never truly raise his hand against Fay. His raised fist would never fall upon her; anything he threw at her invariably hit the wall behind her instead. But whatever stopped him from actually hitting her didn't stop him from blaming her for all of his problems.

It was her fault they were falling further and further into debt, whatever that meant. It was her fault that he was going to die alone with nothing but a worthless daughter. It was her fault that his friends from high school and college weren't inviting him out for drinks anymore.

School didn't help much to offset her home life. She was a loner, struggling to understand what the other kids talked about when all she heard at home was the verbal abuse from her father. Some teachers tried to reach out to her, but the limited time they had during school to speak with her wasn't enough to get her to understand much. When she herself didn't feel like she belonged, nobody else felt like she did either. The good grades she earned and brought home were all that she had throughout elementary school. With no friends and an uninterested father however, it didn't really mean much. No praise was received from her peers or home. In middle school she was once asked for help, but she didn't answer. The other students didn't ask twice. Left to be alone, Fay completed high school just like she did elementary. Passing through with no passion and no relationships, like a ghost.

But that was just fine, she thought. No one understood her, and she didn't understand anyone. Why waste time getting involved with them? Being an outsider was just fine.

Then university came upon her. It was free with the scholarship she earned off her grades, including housing and food, so getting out of her drunkard of a father's house seemed somewhat pleasant. That was the only thought she put into her decision as she left for higher education. What she found there was perhaps the most annoying, persistent, and kind girl she'd ever met. Fay waved her away the first few times they met in some random poetry class that she couldn't even remember why she was taking, but that didn't stop the girl. Always smiling, Ellie greeted Fay with a wide smile and a lighthearted slap on the back. The behavior was incomprehensible, but fascinating.

Parties, sleepovers, just hanging out. Fay gained these things she'd neglected for 18 years in the span of a single semester. That pleasant semester passed, and like a bloomed flower, that life reached its end. The girl transferred universities, and with a faint smile Fay waved farewell with a hundred other students. Still, after being accepted around others, Fay finally felt like she existed. She graduated with a degree in English, with a focus on poetry. The job hunt didn't go well afterwards, but she made it on odd jobs for a couple of years. It wasn't much, but it was where she belonged.

That was when the Ripple happened.

"They" flooded her brain. Words and symbols she didn't understand assaulted her mind...no, she did understand. It was impossible for her to express in the languages she'd learned, but she understood. It was like the feeling that girl had given her. This was where she belonged. No, was it? Confusion raged in her warping mind, distorting the last 6 years of her life. What, where, who, exactly, did she belong to? This world, cursed with that father of hers, or the great, expansive phenomena entering her mind? This world, blessed with friends like Ellie, or the cold calculations and formulas forcing themselves to become a part of her knowledge?

Who the hell was she?

Unable to handle the influx, Fay fainted on the spot, unconsciously bringing about a phenomena of protection on herself. Now, she wakes up the most confused, the most scared, and the most emotional she's ever been in her life.

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Fay covered her mouth with both hands. What on Earth was coming out of her mouth? What she could only describe as static left her mouth, but before she could think further her body was propelled backwards, far away from the man who'd asked her if she was alright. The speed was far too high, she couldn't even see, hear, or smell anything as she flew backwards. In an instant, she was on the other side of town. Absolutely an act not of a human. All she'd thought was "I want to run away." That was all she did, and yet when she opened her mouth, the inexplicable happened.

"I don't want this..." she uttered, but no formula came forth. Her brain didn't reach out beyond to perform any calculations. Though she could instantly move across a town, she couldn't remove the monster that caused it.

The alien words of an alien mother rang in the back of her mind. All Fay could do was clutch her head and force her eyes shut. She didn't want this. Not even to hear it. Life was finally fine. Who the hell wanted to add all this nonsense to it now? A curse that made her feel like she did back when she was seventeen. No, even worse than that. At least back then she didn't care that was she belonged nowhere. But now? Her unextraordinary life was too precious to lose.

Yet it was also...strangely comforting. A feeling of unmatched belonging filled her at the same time as her despair at losing her life here. Lost and confused, Fay stumbled into the nearest building. Movement without purpose. Feet shuffling without a destination. She slumped onto a chair, having ended up in a lobby of some sort. Some people had begun to gather, asking her if she was okay, but there was nothing she could say to them. All she could do was grab her own trembling shoulders, her black hair falling over her face, as she begged god to let her wake up.

_Exodus_ · Aug 7, 2019

Name: David Williams Thomas
Alias: Quake
Birthdate: May 12, 1996
Place of Birth:
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 200 lbs.
Core Power: Sound Manipulation
Can use the energy within himself to create sonic blasts. Most blasts can be tuned to be harmful, or be normal sound. The waves can pass through people or shatter windows if he so pleases.
- Can cut off sound, More or less for his own amusement.
Enhancements:
Enhanced Durability
Enhanced Mobility
Enhanced Strength
Power Tier: (Will be gauged by me)
Power Category: Atomic

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
Alter Ego Appearance:

Personality Goods: Is incredibly Loyal to people, trusts easily, nice in most regard, humorous, intelligent.
Personality Bads: Arrogant: will have to prove himself right, stubborn, distrustful to those whom broke his trust, rude at times, if you want something done right, do it yourself.

Skills and Interests:
Slightly trained in boxing
Is good with computers
Can come by costumes fairly easy (thank you Jan at the costume Shop)
Fairly athletic
Would much rather spend a day among friends than a day at work.
Background:
David’s life as a child was fairly normal; he grew up in decently sized town with just his father; his mom having died two years after he was born. His father ran the local bar with a few of his best friends. David attended school with mild mannered kids. As a child, he would crack jokes to avoid being bullied. He figured that I the bullied are laughing with you rather than at you, you’ll be safe. Siblings didn’t exist in David’s world; he never had a brother or a sister. The closest thing to it was his best friend John. After elementary, David attended Highschool, excelling in all his classes. after he graduated, David went to work at his father’s bar; he hadn’t no desire to go to college. On the side, he would box with his old man. His father wasn’t an exceptional boxer, but he had been in many fights as a child.

As time went on, David got bored of his job, even though it was a family business. Eventually, he quit and moved on to becoming a mechanic.

All was well and dandy: then The Ripple happened.

His father had been out working when one of the casual bar attenders had gotten into a brawl. Immediately after the Ripple, he had gained supernatural powers that destroyed the whole building.

As soon as he got word of the building he knew so well was being destroyed, David ran to his Father’s bar. It was too late; the last piece of his family had been decimated. His father had been killed swiftly at least. With tears in his eyes, David leveled the entire area with his new powers without his knowledge.

After the funeral, whom most of the people in town attended, David swore to get revenge for his father. Taking up the name of Quake, and a new costume, thanks to his good friend Jan—Who is ONLY JUST A FRIEND—he sought out his father’s killer.

In the early morning, an hour or so before the sun would begin its ascent across the vast plane humans call a sky, A tall figure rose from the tarred earth. A training exercise had gone wrong, throwing David, the participant, yards away onto the concrete. The abandoned base David used as a training area served its purpose well and thoroughly; anything there would give him an advantage over someone else, at least in theory. David had barely begun to move things over into the base for his new quest; a hero gig he did out of kindness. We’re there some
Who didn’t deserve his help? Absolutely. But there were even more people who needed him, who didn’t have anyone else to look to. It was for them David became a hero and woke up at such ungodly hours of the day.

OSWonder · Aug 9, 2019

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Name: Dymitr E. Drevski
D.O.B: 31 October 1996
P.O.B: Moscow, Russia
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6’0” (183 cm)
Weight: 174 lb
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Core Power: Judas Kiss

Emotion Manifestation

“Your feelings can be used against you.”

While a truthful quote in its own right, this statement takes on quite the literal meaning when it comes to Dymitr. His ability enables him to manifest emotions (not necessarily his) in physical form and manipulate them to his will. This can be something as simple as creating flying, kaleidoscopic knives from seemingly thin air or shaping the extracted feelings into the forms of various living beings and giving them (extremely basic) temporary cognisance.

These manifestations can vary from barely more than harmless to extremely lethal, depending greatly on the strength or type of emotion they originated from and the purpose for which they were created. Their uses are not limited to just combat and they can be utilized in scouting or spying, though the distance they are able to travel away from Dymitr is highly limited at a current maximum of 100m. The advantage of the Judas Kiss lies largely in its versatility, as it is available practically anytime and anywhere, subject only to the limitations of Dymitr’s mind.

When his opponents’ emotions are stolen from them, they will feel a pull from their core and a sharp pain at the moment he takes them, though this doesn’t leave any physical damage. While anyone can feel and be touched by the manifestations, they often do the most damage on their original owners. If they are negative feelings, they tend to work significantly better against the person they were aimed at, as well.

Drain

The ability to continuously draw out emotions from his opponents until they are left something of a soulless husk. This state only lasts for a few moments but will leave permanent damage, its severity depending the mental strength of the victim. While powerful, it takes a lot out of Dymitr to accomplish this and he has only ever been able to do this once, while fighting for his life. He was left rather traumatized and exhausted for an entire day. The man he'd done that to is currently in a mental hospital, a blubbering mess that sits for hours without moving and has to be spoon-fed even water.

[Currently Locked Parts of Judas Kiss]

Pendant of Betrayal: The ability to re-infuse corrupted “pieces” of emotion back into their original owner, allowing Dymitr to keep track of their movements and thoughts for a certain amount of time. He has been experimenting with this but it has yet to work fully.
Innate Killer: The ability to enforce internal damage on a person with their own emotions without manifesting them externally. Has to be particularly strong, though whether they are positive or negative doesn’t matter in this case.
Eye of the Beholder: A similar concept to Pendant of Betrayal. However, the purpose is to change the target of the feelings while retaining the strength and type. For example, redirecting adoration of one’s puppy to another human being, making them want to take care of the new target instead. This could, theoretically, extend to allow him to control his victims by manipulating their emotions. Unfortunately, due to the extreme mastery it would require, he would need years to reach that point.

Enhancements: Enhanced Perception | Enhanced Mental Stamina | Enhanced Reflexes
Power Tier: TBD
Power Category: Emotional
[Future] Alter Ego Appearance:

(Minus the mask + katanas)

(Printed on back on his clothes)

[div class="Line"][/div] Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil [Not necessarily malicious, but with a strong desire for power]

Virtues

Adaptable
Observant
Imaginative
Quick-Witted
Street Smart
Charismatic
Ambitious

Vices

Judgemental
Overly Skeptical
Secretive
Defiant
Self-Serving
Vengeful
Machiavellian

Skills & Interests

People Reading: Been around enough of different types of people to be proficient in understanding them.
Excellent Spatial Perception: Find a way out of a maze? Easy. Solve a Rubik’s Cube in under 30 seconds? Done. Build a complex structure using lego blocks? Never tried it but he’s pretty damn sure he can.
Eloquency: He's fluent in English & Russian and can speak passably conversational French. Despite lacking in proper education, Dymitr has an innate eloquence and ability to persuade others of his viewpoint.

[div class="Line"][/div] Background [WARNING: MENTIONS OF DRUGS & OTHER SERIOUSLY SHADY STUFF.]
Around midnight on Hallow’s Eve, in a rather desolate hospital room in a seedy part of Moscow city, Dymitr Elvis Drevski was born, safe and healthy... unfortunately for all involved. His mother, Tanya Drevski, was a small-time Russian actress and his father was a visiting American diplomat. As one may guess quite easily, they weren’t exactly married.

In her desperation to keep her lover hooked, his mother insisted on giving birth to Dymitr while hiding the truth from him for as long as she could. When he found and, to nobody’s surprise, left her as quickly as he could instead, Tanya was left a young, single mother with not the least idea how to take care of a child. Lost and heart-broken, the woman stumbled down the abyss called recreational drugs, hurtling deep into addiction and never quite returning.

Needless to say, Dymitr’s childhood wasn’t great. He was given no chance to be happy or carefree with a mother who only gave him just enough attention for him not to die. Even so, he scraped by, relying on his observance of the people around him to learn about the world rather than the teachings of adults as he grew up. Partly because of this, he was able to gain an understanding of human nature earlier than most, how selfish and cruel society could be but, at the same time, how marvellous. Dymitr used his knowledge well, gaining the absolute adoration of his grade school teachers and classmates. For a long moment, he seemed poised to excel, to create a bright future for himself, away from the darkness of his mother.

It was just too bad that the darkness caught up with him a beat too quickly.

When he was twelve years old, a man began showing up to his house. He would fight with Tanya, yelling, shoving, beating her to the ground right in front of her son. She needed to give the money back, he claimed, or he was going to kill her. At first, the woman cried and begged for forgiveness, pathetically pulling on his leg. Slowly, however, she transitioned to promising this and that in return for delaying her debt collection. When she offered up Dymitr, much to the boy’s horror and disbelief, the man had turned to look at him with an appraising eye.

Pretty boy, aren’t you? He had said. Dymitr still remembers the way that man had laughed. I could definitely have a use for you.

Luckily for him, as the gang he was under fancied themselves akin to the way-classier mafia, that only meant working as unpaid labour in shady clubs. Unluckily for him, it lasted all of three years before he was unceremoniously and forcefully transferred into working as an escort.

As a teenager, the very idea had terrified him and he was extremely unwilling to be letting old men (and, at times, women) put their hands on him while they laughed and drank and enjoyed themselves way too much for their ages. However, as time went on, Dymitr gained an epiphany. These people were rich and powerful. Even better, they were rich, powerful and completely head over heels for his one angelic-looking smile. Add a few sweet words and coy flirtations into the mix ⁠— how easy would it be for him to get what he wanted?

That was how he became a well-known cover model, over four years of hard work and sly usage of his abounding network of influential connections, most of them made by... well, not-so socially acceptable means. He was young and successful, a quickly rising star in the fashion industry. Or, at least, that’s how he was now best known in the outside world. In the glitzy society of the wealthy, however, Dymitr Drevski was a status symbol. Beautiful, expensive and only attainable by the most V.I.P of the V.I.Ps; an existence that people yearned for rather than took such easy advantage of.

After so many years spent crawling out of the pit his circumstances dug for him, he’s finally started to gain the very wealth and power he’d had to rely on to survive. But the more he gets, the less satisfied he becomes. There was something more, he was sure of it. He could do more, have more, be more. So, when the Ripple occurred while he was on a work trip to Los Angeles, the only thing on Dymitr’s mind was that it had better not destroy the world before he could get to the top of it, not just yet.

The day after the Ripple, however, a far more immediate threat to his future appeared in his sight. A spurned past lover, one he had used before promptly giving away the secrets of to make other connnections. Dymitr had just come out of the bath and was relaxing in his hotel room when, all of a sudden, he heard the door open. He would never forget the crazed look in the man's eyes as he waved his knife. He would never forget the fiight that ensued, the unbelievable things he did, and the power he revealed within himself that would forever change his life.

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Blood. Dark, warm, sticky blood dripping on the white carpet. Filthy. Terrifying. There was a beat of silence, as though the world had come to a sudden standstill, neither party quite able to grasp what they had seen. Dymitr stared at the gnarly gash running across his attacker's chest with some incredulity, wondering if he had perhaps lost his mind in the midst of fearing for his life. He was sure that a glimmering, abyss-colored arc had appeared, from seemingly nowhere, and caused that nasty cut. And, while he wasn't exactly complaining, it was a glimmering, abyss-colored arc from nowhere and that was not something that could just... happen. Surely, he had to be hallucinating or something to that effect. Those doubts dissipated when the sharp, strange wail of agony left the man as he stood above Dymitr, clutching his chest.

"What did you do?" The choked-out question sounded more like an accusation. If he had his wits about him, Dymitr might have told him that he had not a damned clue either. Instead, he scrambled away from where he had been sitting on the floor, as far from the man and his knife as he could. His eyes flickered around desperately for the phone that had been knocked from his hands in their earlier struggle, heart beating so loudly that it sounded like a drummer going ham inside the confines of his skull, echoing through his entire head. He had no time to worry about where that alien blade had materialized from. He needed to live, first.

"You," his attacker rasped, staggering foward in a decidedly zombie-esque manner that did absolutely zilch to ease his victim's hysteria, right hand stubbornly gripping onto the menacing butcher knife despite the obvious pain his bleeding wound caused him. Fuck, Dymitr's sub-conscious whispered, a fair bit more blase about his situation than his conscious that clambered for an escape route, damn this crazy bastard.

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Reytian · Aug 10, 2019

"Power corrupts everybody"

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Credit to the artist: Imperium-792739106
Name: Norvell Adams
Alias:
Birthdate: August 18, 1998
Place of Birth: London, UK
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7" (174cm)
Weight: 130lbs (59kg)
Core Power:

Norvell is connected to a formless phenomenon that occurs when order is absent. Otherwise known as chaos.
Depending on how much chaos is happening around Norvell, he’ll gain powers and a bigger radius to syphon off the chaos in a given area.

LEVEL 1 Tiny Turmoil
EX. Spilled coffee, Someone tripping, Arguing
Super strength, Durability

LEVEL 2 Moderate Disorder
EX. Broken items, Accidents involving harm to someone, Fighting (physically)
Fire beams made from pure chaos, Telekinesis

LEVEL 3 Absolute Pandemonium
EX. Destruction, Near death incidents involving many people, Riots
Teleportation, Minor weather manipulation (Storms, rain, twisters. NO tsunami’s, earthquakes, volcanos, unless given the ok by GM. Which would also then be “Natural disaster manipulation” then)

LEVEL 4 Day of Isfet
EX Annihilation, Mass death, War
Matter manipulation, Logic manipulation

Order will always work against whatever Norvell does or against him in general. He can only hold it off or run from it. Never fully ignoring it though. Order can be from a harmonic song sun in unison, perfectly groomed hair, etc. Order is like a really cold/warm sensation to him which burns like holly water to vampires.

Powers on lower levels will get stronger when he reaches a higher level.

Enhancements: N/A

Power Tier: (Will be gauged by GM)

Power Category: Nature (As in it’s natural to find a little bit of chaos everywhere)

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. He could be good, bad, neutral, or all of those in any situation.

Alter Ego Appearance:

Personality Goods:
-Kind Hearted: Norvell sometimes will revert back to his normal self that’s more mature and kind. He’ll be caring and sympathetic to those that truly deserve it.
-Loyalty: There are some people who do gain Norvell’s respect. To that he goes out of his way to actually jot back stab them in the back or try to trick them. Instead leaving them be and sometimes backing down with his shenanigans.
-Energetic: If you've ever met Norvell you'll know that he's a very animated and energetic person. Especially whenever you agree to play one of his games. It's sometimes infectious which could lead to the people around him with a smile on their faces. He does try and limit his enthusiasm though if it’s causing order since it does hurt him.
-Neutral mindset: Because of where Norvell stands as of his powers, he sees everything in a neutral sense. His thoughts are mostly unbiased and prefers it that way. In order to get the full picture of something instead of being told something that's altered because of the persons point of view. Also because chaos doesn’t pick a side.

Personality Bads:
-Selfish: Norvell really doesn’t care for anyone except himself. Ever since gaining his powers that's how he is. He just doesn't care for what people have to offer in a relationship. He always looks for entertainment and where to cause the most chaos. If you can’t help with that then he won’t talk to you.
-Hungry for power: Throughout his life Norvell was just so ordinary. He was never the best, never the worst, never anything really. At least if you're the best you're praised for it and if you're the worst you noticed for it. But when you're ok, you're invisible. Fading into the background.
-Trust issues: Because of what happened before he was granted his powers(In Background), Norvell has trouble trusting in people's words and actions. Often times betraying them first before they can betray him (That’s how he sees it).
-Loner: Norvell seems like a nice guy who would have a lot of friends if not a family to go home to but in reality he just lives by himself, eats by himself, shops by himself, and talks to himself. He may seem like he works well on a team but in reality dreads it. He likes his peace and quiet time since no one can judge, make fun off, or betray him.
-Moral ambiguity: Ever since cutting ties with his past along with gaining his powers. Norvell has really lost his way. What used to be a person why you could cry on his shoulder, watch a movie with, and feel safe around. Is now replaced by a scummy young man who will vandalize, steal, and flip you off if you're starting to get too close to him (relationship wise).

Personality Middle Ground:
-Ever changing: Norvell is someone who seems ok and happy but in reality doesn't know that he's broken and sad. He fills where love and joy should be with the thrill of causing chaos. But in reality there's still a fragment inside of that broken body of his. Through the rp I would really like Norvell to make progress on being whole again.

Skills and Interests:
-Invisibility: Not literal invisibility but the fact that he's been so normal throughout his life Norvell knows how to blend in with a crowd and practically disappear. The only way he'll show is if everyone in the crowd was extraordinary since he'll be the only ordinary one. (Not literally true but just to give you an idea)
-Smooth talker: Norvell is actually pretty good on talking his way into and out of things. He's so notorious for it that he can somehow get people to show off their powers to him when they initially don't want to. Doesn't work all the time though but he tries his best.
-Power: Norvell’s main interest in life as of now is power. Hence why he loves the empowerment during chaos.
-Problem solver: Norvell is a natural problem solver. When there's a way there's a how. no matter who or what is in his way there has to be one if not many (even if illegal).

Background:

Norvell Adams, middle born of five straight in the middle of two older siblings and two younger siblings. GPA average, test scores average, height average, looks average, physical attributes you guessed it average. Norvell was always so.....average. His boring life was overshadowed by his extraordinary siblings as they competed in the finals for swimming or were winning a national spelling be. He was the child that was just...there. It also didn't help that his parents were also famous. One being an olympic silver medal athlete while the other was a world renowned scientist. Every time the family went somewhere Ace would just sort of be there. No trophies to showcase or awards to show off. Just was the ordinary one out of the extraordinary family. This never actually bothered him as he was just laid back and happy to be a ‘normie’ out of the ‘extraordinaries’.
Things were going well for Norvell as a teen in high school. He had a girlfriend, was doing good in school, and had his own car. Life was good, or so he thought. As he drove home Norvell caught his girlfriend cheating on him with his older brother. When asked why, she replied because of how boring and ordinary he was. This caused his heart to shatter in a million pieces. His high school sweet heart for four years never mentioned this to him or showed any signs of being bored with him. Storming out his older brother tried to calm Norvell down. Their conversation soon turned into a heated argument. Norvell asking on how his own brother could do this to him and the latter saying how he was the black sheep of the family and his siblings regretted having him as a brother. Norvell slowly began to put the pieces together and soon saw that his siblings actually didn't like him. This broke him mentally as he had to rethink if everyone just tolerated him or actually liked being with him. In a fit of rage Norvell struck his brother. It only took five minutes for the fight to be over as his much stronger brother can beat an average person. Because that's all that he was, just average. Once the confrontation was over he drove for so long that his phone must have rang so many times that it died from all the missing calls that his parents made. Finding a large cliff Norvell yelled out to the heavens as to why god made him so normal. Eventually he was approached by a concerned group of people once Ace was getting too close to the edge. He tried to shoo them of.
That was until...the message hit. It blared into some of the groups ears along with Norvell’s as he tried to cover his ears but to no avail. Once the message finished a person within the group lost control of their powers and screamed as the area around them burst into flames. But Norvell...just stood there wondering as to why he had growing feeling of empowerment. Following his instincts he used his new powers to save the others from the fire. He felt amazing. He stopped something that just minutes ago was dangerous. He felt a new feeling....power, and he hungered for more of it.
Now Norvell has lost contact with his family who is still searching for him till this day. He's a nomad, moving from place to place and never staying for long. He likes to play games which cause chaos to fuel his powers. But he’s not sinister so he won’t kill or cause major accidents to fuel it. More of like teasing or somewhat hurtful games to fuel himself.

Thunder shook the very abandoned apartment complex that the oh so "wonderful" floor that could give out at any moment. Bringing him back to the world he smiled feeling the disorder of the very place he called "home". Coursing through his veins, igniting what he thought that would never be felt in all of his life...power. With that the man stat up causing the floor to shriek unaware of it's only occupant, besides the mice, up and moving. Once standing up that's when he transformed into a terrifying appearance. With his new found strength the superpowered individual leapt from the building causing a cookie cutter sized man impression on the side of the building. The torn building and the storm would only fuel him for so long. He hungers for more...more power. Tonight was going to be splending.

TheWaffleLord · Aug 10, 2019

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Name
Alias
D.O.B
P.O.B
Age
Gender
Sexuality
Height
Weight

Jacque Beaumont
Aeolus
August 12th, 1997
Eguisheim, France
22
male
bisexual
5'11"/180 cm
162 lbs/73 kg

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Core Power
Aerokinesis-
Jacque has the ability to manipulate atmospheric gasses and utilize it to create strong gusts of wind, a breeze, or small whirlwinds. He can compress it enough so that it can form shape or enough kinetic force to blast objects further away or closer to his person. It's very versatile for combat purposes, but Jacque mostly uses his aerokinesis to fly or glide by riding the air currents he generates. He could possibly do the same for others, but it's not advisable; wind is a chaotic element on its own and to make others fly would mean putting their well-being at risk. Though not to be confused with telekinesis, he can use wind to pick up small objects. Anything very heavy, such as a motorized vehicle, will require a lot more energy and make him exhausted.

Enhancements
✦ Enhanced Durability
✦ Enhanced Speed
✦ Enhanced Dexterity

Power Tier
TBD by GM

Power Category
Elemental [/div][/div] [div class="header likesdislikesheader"]Personality[/div] [div class="textbox likesdislikesbox" style=line-height:25px;][div class="scroll"]
Moral Alignment
Chaotic Good

Alter Ego Appearance
TBD

Virtues
✦ curious
✦ easygoing
✦ friendly
✦ optimistic
✦ creative
✦ appreciative

Vices
✦ impulsive
✦ disorganized
✦ nosy
✦ mischievous
✦ holds grudges
✦ easily distracted

Skills
✦ bilingual; fluent in English and French
✦ great at baking; makes delicious sweet treats(but always leaves a mess behind)
✦ drawing; uses ink or pencil to beautifully depict people's features
✦ teamwork; often the "idea man" by thinking outside the box
✦ has a velvety singing voice
✦ exceptional dancer; he loves choreographies but also likes to add his own improvised moves

Interests
✦ old movies
✦ photography
✦ video games(fantasy RPGs)
✦ pop music
✦ parkour
✦ playing football(soccer)

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Born as the youngest of three children, Jacque Beaumont grew up quite comfortably in the beautiful village of Eguisheim for the first nine years of his life. Despite never having a father figure to guide him, he was generally happy and loved by his family. The day his mother was offered a well-paying job overseas in the United States was the day their lives drastically changed. Although she was fluent in the English language, Jacque and his siblings didn't know it very well—their vocabulary was broken at best—because it wasn't taught in their school. Still, she accepted the job and the Beaumont children were thrust into a culture completely different from theirs. Jacque had a difficult time adjusting to the new words and the city environment. Although he was very amicable and tried to befriend his classmates, the language barrier between them caused him to be excluded by most. A few even tormented Jacque because they believed he was unintelligent for his lack of verbal skills. That was far from the case.

At the age of eleven, he was enrolled in a private school and met a boy named Matteo. He was assigned to be his "shadow" for the first few days of school, and thus began their quick friendship. Matteo empathized with the struggles of learning another language as a child, so he became Jacque's unlikely English tutor after school hours. When they weren't having study sessions, they were either hanging out or attending soccer practice and motivating each other to become skilled players. It was because of Matteo's tutoring that Jacque was able to make even more friends and truly be who he was without being shut out.

When they were fourteen, Jacque felt something different. He found himself getting distracted by the thought of Matteo when they were apart. He thought about his smile, his laugh, the way he talked and how he would fidget when he had something on his mind. Before Jacque knew it, he developed a crush on his best friend. Perhaps it was more than that. This realization terrified him; he feared rejections and was overwhelmed by questions regarding his own sexuality. He thought he was only attracted to girls, but his feelings weren't mistaken. He withheld from saying anything for several months. Still, he felt his heart flutter whenever Matteo looked at him. He took joy in admiring him every day even if it wasn't expressed.

Matteo, however, one day asked him about it outright when they were alone in his room playing video games. Jacque doesn't remember the exchange of words that led to their first kiss, but he remembers how much he longed for it. What Jacque once saw as something to fear, he found as new and exciting. He was happy—they both were. Eventually someone spotted Jacque and Matteo exchanging kisses in the locker room, and the two of them quickly became the subject of ridicule. Some students didn't care about their relationship; others were more vicious. Derogatory words, mocking smiles, and repulsed faces were thrown at them left and right—not that the teachers and faculty could do anything to stop the bullying.

The few people who were accepting of Jacque and Matteo were their respective families and a wallflower named Marie. The public harassment didn't tear them apart; it brought them closer together as romantic partners. Then two years later, when most of the torment died down, Jacque received news that Matteo's family was moving away to the other side of the country. He was devastated. Neither of them wanted to be in a long-distance relationship and agreed that it would cause too much heartache. They remained as friends, but that's not to say their bond deteriorated. They continued to communicate via text, video calls, and supported each other when they were faced with new endeavors—romantic or otherwise—because they cared so deeply about the other's happiness. This helped Jacque grow as a person throughout the years. The one thing that stayed the same was the fact he still pursued pleasure over most things. He was a kid at heart and loved to have fun, first and foremost.

Merely a few days ago, Jacque had been attending an outdoor birthday party when the Ripple happened. Jacque previously wasn't occupied with thoughts of science, outer space, other galaxies or the entire universe. But this anomaly, both grand in size and in theory, piqued his interest. The whole word was captivated by the mystery, and perhaps other intelligent species near their solar system were, too. He may not have the expertise, but he simply wants to understand the how, why and what. Little does Jacque know that he's been touched by the Ripple among many others.

Theme Songs
Character - Dawn by Kenichiro Nishihara
Battle - Fly With The Wind by Kenichiro Nishihara [/div][/div] [div class="header galleryheader"]Writing Sample[/div] [div class="textbox gallerybox" style=line-height:25px;][div class="scroll"]
It was Viola's night off from work. She had been studying and attending classes as a college student all week, and although she enjoyed what she was learning, she needed to go outside and be active in something. She often made time to do so and tonight was no different. Viola walked with her hands in her pockets, feeling the evening breeze kiss her face. The concrete veins, neon lights, and ever-moving pedestrians of this labyrinthine city were no stranger to her—neither were the smells.

During Viola's first few weeks of living here, it had been very easy for her keen nose to get overwhelmed by it all, so much that she had to wear a surgical mask everywhere to prevent herself from getting nauseous in public. Now the medley of aromas and odors are but a cohesive existence and she doesn't need to rely on such masks anymore. She always carries one on-hand however, just in case.

Viola approached the front of a small establishment, one that was squeezed between a boutique and a bakery. The red neon sign suspended high over its door read: The Crimson Lounge. It was a bar similar to Tengoku in terms of atmosphere, but she abided to a self-made rule of never drinking at her workplace even during her time off. A change of scenery was always good and she had been here a couple times before. She opened the door and walked in, glancing at a handful of people.

There was a man who smelled like brimstone accompanied by an obedient dog, then a long-haired woman standing next to him who appeared as though she wanted to pet the furry companion—who could blame her? There was a boyish young man staring nowhere in particular, a jittery dragonoid much bigger than ones she's seen before, and a man in a trench coat. The dog inspired a grin on Viola's face. However resisting the urge to pat its head, she opted to take one of the few empty seats left at the bar, next to the customer with a boyish face and tousled brown hair. She called for the bartender's attention and preemptively showed her ID. People have mistaken Viola to be an underage girl on multiple occasions, so she expects skepticism in places like these.

"Give me an amaretto sour," she said. As she waited for her drink, she looked up at the flat-screen television overhead. It was broadcasting local news; the murder of Danver Freidsman was making headlines everywhere. She sighed, brows furrowed while she pondered. Shit. Is there no such thing as 'good news'? A sip from her lemony cocktail soothed her nerves, albeit by a small degree. She turned to her neighbor, the stranger who looked her age. "Hey. What do you think about all this mess?" [/div][/div][/div] code by Stellar Nursery [/div]

AlexandraKK · Aug 18, 2019

Name: Quinzel Adams

Alias: Quinn
Birthdate: July 17th, 1996
Place of Birth: Palmdale, California, USA
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 150 lbs
Core Power: Shapeshifting. Once she's learned all about a species inside and out, and if she has some sort of talisman from that species on her person, she gains the ability to adopt that creature's form. It's an exhausting transition, and she's not entirely there, but her motivations right before the transformation are the basis of her new form's actions. (Subject to slight improvement over time. Maybe it's less exhausting, she retains more of her human identity, she doesn't need a talisman, etc. as she becomes more powerful and learns more about her ability.)
Enhancements: Instinct, Intuition, Endurance
Power Tier: TBD

Power Category: Nature (/Mental)
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral. She obeys the laws and impartiality of nature and nothing more.
Alter Ego Appearance: TBD

Personality Goods:
Intelligent. She has a vast knowledge of her chosen subject of study: nature, wildlife, and the circle of life. Understanding these subjects allows for a stone set line of logic.
Headstrong. Having lived completely on her own for three years wouldn't have been possible without her level of motivation, determination, and self preservation. Once her eyes are set on a goal, nothing can stop her.
Self sufficient. With a detailed knowledge of her surroundings and all of the materials' properties, she has been able to thrive in her environment completely independently. During her two years of study she learned the arts of local craft to create everything she would ever need with the supplies on hand. She can make her own clothing, traps, weapons, toothpaste, you name it.
Fiercely loyal. If she's formed a familial bond with a creature or person, there's nothing she wouldn't do for them.

Personality Bads:
Arrogant. Fully and truly understanding the power and grace of wildlife, and even befriending a few of such creatures, can over inflate one's ego and cause one to underestimate the significance of humanity, especially one's own.
Apathetic. Especially to humanity's plight. She has much more important things to concern herself with: primarily regarding her wildlife neighbors. She's a bit of a "I like animals better than humans" type, only a little less annoying.
Emotionally undeveloped. She understands many different animals' psychology, but she has neglected to understand humanity's. To put it simply, she doesn't know how to play nice.
Overly practical. She has no time for needless sentimentality and prefers the logical route rather than the empathetic one.

Background:

Born in a run down suburban neighborhood, she was born to parents who considered child bearing more as an obligation than a joy of life. They performed at the bare minimum: gave her basic necessities and then waited until she turned 18 and moved out. Growing up she experienced a complete lack of emotional support or education, and once in school, was ostracized to the sidelines. No one wanted to be friends with the weird child who lied, stole, humiliated, and berated other children without even the knowledge that it was wrong.
In 6th grade, on her first day of middle school, she settled herself in the book corner of the classroom and found a book on Sub-Saharan African Wildlife. It became her obsession. Wild animals were simple in their complexity. They were graceful, powerful, and lived by established moral codes. These animals she could understand, and she spent the next 6 years learning all she could from whatever she could access.
The day she turned 18, she bought a ticket to Kilimanjaro International Airport. For two years she learned all of the tips and tricks of self sufficiency, and at the age of 20, set off with a backpack full of gear towards the heart of Ruaha. She built a little home for herself from supplies she found around her and keeps hidden from wandering tourist and guard eyes. For the next three years and up until now she's been spending her time observing the wildlife around her, getting to know and love individual members of lion prides and other familiar familial groups, rehabilitating orphaned animals, and has even gained the trust of some such creatures. She has willfully had no contact with humans since.

Writing Sample:

Quinn went about her normal daily morning routine. She would be following her familiar trail of small traps, looking for any creatures unfortunate enough to have been caught in them. The same trail happened to be in the direction her beloved pride of lions had fallen asleep that night, with full bellies and next to their successful hunt, and she hoped she’d catch up to them and check on their well being from afar.
When she'd checked half of her traps, she heard the telltale roar of one of the two lion males; brothers, and co-leaders of their pride. Curiously, it sounded a bit softer, maybe less powerful than normal. She couldn’t tell which of the two the roar was coming from, which was uncommon as of recently. She’d been hearing their routine calls for about a year and a half now and could discern their unique vocal patterns from a mile away. Quinn broke off from her trail and pursued the huge bellows.
By the time she caught sight of them leisurely walking towards their normal den space, vultures were circling lazily above a carcass, and they seemed about ready to descend. She hoped it was the cape buffalo they’d nearly completely devoured, but upon closer inspection the colors were far too familiar for that to be the case. Her heart sank.
Pushing her fingers underneath her tongue, she let out shrill whistles with the intention of holding off the vultures for a few more moments. She ran up to the lion’s side, crouched down, and rested her forehead against his mane. It was Kazi, a fierce, protective, and excellent leader of his pride that she’d been observing and learning to love for all of her three years in Ruaha, ever since he was a gangly teen. He and his brother were a deadly and efficient unit that worked in a rare, fantastic harmony, but Quinn was sure that Abbas would adjust in no time. The pride would continue on. With a quick scan of his side, she could tell that the fatal blow was from the buffalo’s horn.
She didn’t have time to mourn. The vultures were getting impatient, and she could hear the hungry yips of a land scavenger nearby. She combed her fingers gently through his mane to restore his dignity even in his death. As a final goodbye, she grabbed a rock and bashed it against his fang in order to knock it loose. She stuffed it into a pocket and ran off to return to her trail and finish her routine.

archur · Aug 21, 2019

Annika Wagner

Alias: None
Birthdate: 12/5/99
Place of Birth: Anchorage, Alaska, U.S.A.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs
Core Power:
Weakness Analysis-
Every building has a structural weakness it hinges itself on. Every suit of armor has a chink it isn't made to protect. Every vehicle has a design flaw that's just big enough to allow a well placed 7.62 to slip through and coat the backseat in the driver's gray matter. Annika can see these flaws in everything that crosses her vision, always in access of just how much force it would take to shatter a pane of glass or a human skull. Her field of vision is constantly clouded in a subtle flow of analytics, numbers brought down to relevant units for her mind to comprehend. Joules and horsepower are converted into an amount of shots from a rifle, or charges of plastic explosives. Places of context dependent interest are highlighted, and potential chains of events are broken down mentally.

Annika can see weakness, and with her precision, she's the person to remind everyone else why it's important to check, double check, then triple check just to be sure that all of their weaknesses are covered.

The way Annika actually sees all these are through visual markers. If she looks at a table, places where the wood is beginning to bend from wear are 'highlighted'. Bright red lines and circles dot the legs and surface of the table, and if she were to focus on it, text would appear. "Approx 1 9mm discharge to pierce table surface." She might read, other useful tips and statistics would also crop up depending on the context. This would go the same for people, and is limited by her knowledge on the subject. If a person has a visual element that judgement can be inferred from, her analytics will add this variable. However, things like having a replaced knee joint would be completely foreign to her, as she doesn't quite have the knowledge that such a thing exists. Projections of things to happen are made quickly, little holograms of people and things doing what might happen if something were to happen. A person having the common sense that "This would explode" doesn't account for where it would be safest to hide from shrapnel, or what else would be structurally damaged asides from what is immediately nearby, which is what her power gives her: weakness analysis.

Enhancements: (if applicable)
Enhanced Endurance
Enhanced Perception
Enhanced Memory

Power Tier: (Will be gauged by DramaMyth, the DM)

Power Category: Munitions

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Alter Ego Appearance: Currently, Annika only wears mild camouflage that consists of a body-covering shroud and matching pants

Personality Bads:
Annika comes off as a cold, uncaring, and rude person. She appears to be unconcerned with the needs of others whatsoever, professing that she has adopted an offshoot of survival of the fittest mentality. "If you can't fend for yourself, why should I do it for you?" She is never the one to offer her help directly, and is more content to slip off by herself after everyone else assigns themselves what to do. While her loyalty is next to none, getting her attention and even talking to her is a feat unto itself. Annika doesn't talk to people she doesn't want to talk to, and her actions speak for themselves on this regard. She will do her best to ignore, detour, and even verbally silence people she finds a waste of her time, which can be attributed to many for vastly different, usually superficial, reasons. Even past this, her judgement has been warped by her own power of perceiving weaknesses. Annika believes that her judgement should be the end of discussion, her power to see weakness has already determined the best solution, and any other attempt would be a waste of time. This has made her even more distant, and to an extent, unreasonable. If she believes it would do the most good, then no matter the cost, the projected outcome would justify the means, even if sometimes, the projected outcome doesn't come true.

Personality Goods:
Despite all that, she has some redeeming factors. Her loyalty, though hard fought, is unbreakable. People that gain her trust, however they accomplish that feat, find that she is incredibly reliable, and accountable to her word, no matter the cost to herself. In fact, most would say that she would put herself over others, every single time. To a fault, really. Annika is good at recognising talent, and knowing her own limits of ability. She would be more than happy to let somebody do something they were confident in than to steal their spotlight. If the job is done, then so be it, she doesn't need to take the credit for herself. If somebody displayed true desire for growth, Annika has immeasurable patience, and is more than willing to teach and give (disgruntled, but nonetheless informational) pointers. With her power, she finds herself calling targets and providing a visual cue, courtesy of a marksman rifle and a tray of tracer rounds. Though she doesn't allow herself many friends, the ones she does make consider her to be invaluable.

Skills and Interests:
-Hunting has always been a large part of her life. Anchorage has a wonderful array of animals, and many tourists come to visit specifically for hunting them. Hunting is the connection she has with her grandfather, and as such, something she takes great pride in.
-Firearms have also been something of a hobby for her, as her grandfather is a retired Colonel. Military history is something she reads on her off time, and the progression of weapons and their capabilities are just par for the course. Her grandfather keyed into this, and pulled rank to show her daughter just exactly what those modern weapons can do.
-Generally, when you hunt, you can do a few things with your game. One of the things she's good at is cooking it. Annika can skin, cook, and season a rabbit with ingredients she has on hand, without it tasting like a rubbery burnt mess. That's not to say she's a top chef or anything, but she is somebody you would want to have on hand if the apocalypse were to come.
-Anni also likes to go hiking, unsurprisingly. Up mountains. Quite regularly, actually, because there are more than enough mountains in Alaska. Biking too, when it isn't too cold. As such, she is prepared with all sorts of things to create camp. A tent, or a rope if she plans to stay towards the base of the mountain, fire starting supplies, a spit, and her hunting equipment. Yes, it's a lot, but without all of that, she wouldn't be able to go out in the wilderness for so long.

Background:
Annika Wagner was born in Anchorage during a relatively warm December morning, the highest temperature that day a sweltering 10 degrees Fahrenheit. Her father was not present for her birth, and her mother died during childbirth. This didn't sit lightly with Paul Wagner overseas, the absent father who was stuck in Yemen to help clean up a civil war, and would never return. Colonel Karl Wagner, Paul's father, was there for his daughter-in-law when his son couldn't be, and was the only guardian there to care for Annika for her early life. Grandpa Karl, a retired military colonel who spent many years of his life commanding many men, ordering strikes, and putting down insurgencies, had been given the responsibility of raising his young grand-daughter.

Her childhood was filled with all the things a young girl of her age could want. At the age of 2, she learned to walk. At the age of 3, she was introduced to knives. At the age of 6, she fired her first gun, with a little help. At the age of 8, she completed her first hiking trip around the Chugach Mountains. At the age of 12, she brought down her first moose. At the age of 15, she skinned her first hare. At the age of 16, she got her hunting and gun license. At the age of 17, she graduated early, and at 18 she learned about what happened to her parents.

On her 19th birthday, Grandpa wanted to take her on a hunting trip through a neck of the woods they had been through many, many times before. To her mock surprise, she had been led to a ill-hidden map of the area, with a large, messily sharpied X just at the edge of the treeline, where it met the foot of the mountains. Each year, Grandpa had an elaborate treasure hunt set up so Annika could get her present, which was rarely ever things, which she appreciated. No, this time, it was something special. This, she was reassured over and over again.

Through the trees they went, hiking for miles, just as they did when they went on these extended treks. However, this trek would end much different that most. The duo had stopped at a sparse creek, the lithe old man kneeling down to refill his water canteen, Annika trailing just behind. She remembered it clearly. She should've noticed the claw marks on the trees, the nearby cave, the lack of fish. It was all too clear, and yet, she hadn't been paying attention. She couldn't react fast enough as a black bear tackled the colonel to the ground. Annika had wildly unslung her gun, but for him, it was already too late. The bear had taken Col. Wagner by surprise, and had struck him down before he even had a chance to react.

The blood of her only real parent had just been spilt in front of her eyes, and the beast had turned to face her. The Ripple however, had other plans. Immediately, she felt a wave of something rush into her eyes and ears, striking red lines coated the creature, all pointing at the bellowing creature's scarred eye.

Her grandfather's killer bearing on her, rifle in her quivering ungloved hands, Annika pushed all the air out of her lungs and steadied her hands. She had one chance. If she were to miss, she wouldn't get another shot, and the bear would have her too. Her opprotunity sprung as the bear charged at her, raising it's entire body to crush her underneath it's enormous mass. Her rifle cracked, and the bear paused, hanging in the air. A steady trickle of blood dripped from it's eyesocket, and onto the ground Annika had rolled away from. The massive body slumped over, lifeless.

Instinct took over and Annika rushed to her grandfather's side. It was clear from the strikes across his face and torso that he didn't have a pulse. They were just there, right at that X he was so excited to show her. It might as well be his last wish. Her grandfather's body over her shoulder, she brought him to the foot of the mountain, just as she was instructed. She couldn't see anything particular about the side of the mountain face, asides from the crimson lines outlining what appeared to be a rectangular shape in the stone. Surely enough, when she put her fingers on it and pushed it aside, she found that what lay behind was an heavyset door, and a keypad. Five spaces. 1-2-5-9-9, her birthday. The blast door slid open, and within, a yawning hall of military paraphernalia, both new and old, decorated the walls and floor. Banners hung from the ceiling, and equipment hung from the walls. Every named gun she heard from grandpa's stories were racked away. Every vehicle he had named, their keys were right there. Each and every gun she had requested years before lay in display cases that lit up as she approached. The ultimate gift, had been his last, and Annika couldn't help but feel like it was her fault. Her mother died giving birth to her, she had never met her father, and her grandfather, the only parent she ever really had, died because she wasn't paying attention. She sat her grandpa's body on a seat behind a large wooden desk, and simply stared at what she had just inherited. Powers she couldn't quite understand, an arsenal beyond her wildest dreams, and guilt she feared she would never overcome.

She had something special, but at what cost?

The snow crunched under her boots as she marched through the familiar dense carpet of thicket and branches. In the short pauses between each step, she grunted and heaved, dragging along weight with her. It wasn't just physical weight either. Yes, Grandpa was exactly 176 pounds too heavy, but clearly, from the blood that melted through the snow, there was more weight than that. She moved past tears already, having pushed her emotions out the way for cold determination. That secret base, her birthday present, her sole guardian's final gift to her, had to remain hidden. She didn't know exactly why, but she felt it was the way it was meant to be: a secret. She had been dragging his body along like this for hours now, loosely following their footsteps back towards the last empty highway they had crossed together.

Her mind had been racing, stewing, blaming herself for what happened, but her eyes were preoccupied with the strange lines that had criss-crossed her vision. As she passed by the leafless trees, she could see circles around joints in branches, and as her vision rolled over them, text had appeared. It was distracting, and an unwelcome addition to her otherwise uneventfully peaceful walks, but it was a distraction she needed. Anything to get over the weight on her shoulders was something she was willing to try for now. She barely even noticed the fact that she was about to get run over until a truck's horn jarred her from crossing the stretch of road, before stopping a fair distance away.

A boot emerged from the cabin, followed by a large leg that nearly strained the fabric of the jeans it was in. The trucker looked well equipped for the weather, but from how red his face was, he was still freezing. "Holy cow!" He exclaimed, his meaty paw of a hand fishing his phone from the recesses of a pocket. "Is-" "No." His face dropped, and he slowly approached her. "I'm so sorry, if there's anything I can-" "Call an uber to the nearest hospital." His eyebrows scrunched together. "Wouldn't you want an ambulance?" He inquired. Annika was silent as she waited for the man to order the ride, her face stone. "Missy, I'm just wonderin', wouldn't it be better if-" "I really don't feel like spending a thousand dollars on an ambulance ride for a dead man. Call me an uber, and be on your way." She hissed. The man took a deep breath, and exhaled. Despite how short she was with him, he still offered his attention. "I can give you a ride."

Silence. He blinked, and watched for her next move, worried at just what this stranger might be hiding. Without a word, Annika slowly moved her feet, one after the other, to the waiting cab of the truck. He stepped towards her, but she held a hand up. If anybody were to touch his body, it would be her.

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