Realistic or Modern S.I.N. [CS]

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[Cosmo]

Name
Callen 'Cal' Philips

Codename
Lazarus

Age
24

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Eye Color
Crystal Blue

Hair Color
Brown with blond 'highlights'

Height
6'

Weight
192 lbs

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc
N/A [Not possible for him to have tattoos, piercings or scars]

Likes
Ice Cream, Healing, Kids, the Sky, Rain, Grass, Reading, Naps, TV/Movies,
Conversation, Animals, Jello/Pudding, Physical Contact

Dislikes
Swimming/Deep Water, Healing, His Old Cell, Researchers, 'Testing',
Fire, the Dark, the Cold, Spicy Food

Strengths
Extremely Resilient, Healing, Reliable

Weaknesses
Timid, Soft Heart, Socially Stunted, Craves Affection/Attention

Quirks/Habits
Rubs his beard when thinking
Always steps forward left foot first
Plays with his hair and/or paces when nervous.

Power
Regeneration/Wound Transferal

Cal has the ability to heal from wounds at an astonishing rate. His bones will 'snap' themselves back into their correct place as they heal and any 'foreign' objects, including bone shards, will be pushed out of his body. His body will also fight off any infection or poison and it is not so much that he is unaffected by them so much as his body rapidly processes them and heals the damaged tissue as fast, or sometimes faster, then the poison can damage his body, as a result, Cal cannot get drunk nor be sedated, not even beneficial substances such as anesthetics will work. His second, and in the eyes of S.I.N greatest 'power', is the ability to transfer injuries from other people to himself. If he touches someone who has lost an arm, the person will regrow their arm, however, Cal's own arm will disintegrate as he almost 'trades' his physical state for theirs. As Cal regenerates, this is seen as an acceptable, and an almost miraculous medical treatment. However, Cal is not spared the pain. He will feel all the pain the person he touches felt from the moment they got the wound to the moment he takes the wound from them, all at once in a massive onslaught. He cannot heal psychological damage. Only physical. It is a bit of a confounding mystery as to why he can cut his hair and nails when he desires to as, in theory, they should continue to regrow, the most common belief is that he can, somehow, control it on a subconscious level but they have, so far, failed to extend that control to anything else.

Weakness
While Cal's body will heal, his psychosis is a different matter. It is entirely possible for him to 'pass out' from too much pain or otherwise be rendered unconscious even if his body is perfectly fine and has already mended. Pain, itself, is a very large weakness to his powers as he is not immune, whatsoever, to it and it is very much amplified when he is 'healing' as he takes all the pain that wound has ever caused them over its entire existence and endures it all at once which can cause him to fall unconscious or break him mentally so his limit on healing others is how much he can handle before his mind gives out as his body will not and he must be conscious to heal. Physical contact isn't enough, Cal has to 'will' it for it to happen. His powers are very 'defensive' and 'supportive' so he has no real defense against another agent of S.I.N and can be easily overpowered by them.

Level
Two
He can never be a One. Due to his body rejecting the GPS implant and 'pushing' it back out whenever inserted, his locators are on/in his clothing, as such, he is never allowed to leave unsupervised and even if they could insert it and get it to stay in, he would have to remain at Thunder, regardless, due to his ability to 'heal' may be needed at any moment.

Time at Thunder
18 Years

Biggest Fear
Endless Loops [Incinerated/Drowned/Starvation]

Cal is terrified of the 'Endless Loop'. If he were tossed into the ocean and sunk, his body would be pulverized by the pressure, his lungs would fill with water, his body would freeze.. yet he wouldn't die. It'd be an eternity of pain as his body endured even as he wanted to die as his mind screamed for release.. there would be none. This is his greatest fear be it being tossed into the ocean, locked in a room and starved or left in an incinerator, some of which, to a lesser extent, he was forced to endure as a child to test his limits, for the rest of his life.

Theme Song


Relationships
TBD

Personality
Empathetic || Timid/Gentle || Determined || Adventurous || Awkward

Cal is an extremely empathetic person. He understands the pains of others without effort because he has felt so much of it in his own life and the fact he often 'absorbs' it makes it rather impossible for him to not understand that pain. But it isn't just physical pain, he is extremely good at understanding and connecting with the emotional pains of others, the fear of being alone, unwanted, angry at what is happening... He is very sensitive to such things. Its not uncommon for people who are new to the 'organization' to feel alone, isolated, like their pain is unique and that no one will ever understand them, but it is not true, Cal does. He will go out of his way to try and help the others, especially the younger ones, deal and handle what is happening to them because he has been there, hurt just as they are and knows what its like to suffer on alone, in the dark, and if he can spare another from that then he will, in that, Cal is compassionate which has been a tool used to manipulate and hurt him throughout his life but it is also what gives him his drive to heal others even at the cost of his own body. That same pain, the pain that he has been subject to as a child and the fear of the punishments they cooked up for him has made him a rather timid person. Cal is not a rebellious person at heart, he knows what they will do to him and, unlike the others, they have no fear of 'breaking' him, of rending him useless... He knows better then anyone the lengths they will go to make sure he knows what will happen if he steps out of line and, unlike the others, he was never trained to be an assassin. He was not forced to learn to separate his feelings from his actions, to take a human life, he was taught to save lives even if he did not want to save them. He is not much of a fighter and tends to avoid confrontation when possible as, yes, while he does know how to use firearms and has some skill in hand to hand combat, he does not like to hurt others because he knows what it is like and has never had the.... right mindset for it being an, inherently, gentle creature one of the few traits that has stayed with him through his childhood.

No one, however, should confuse his timid and gentle nature for a weak will. Cal's will is iron because it has to be. Should Cal ever plant his feat on something, decide that he will, or will not, do something then there is little that can be done to move them because there is little he has not already endured his way through. He doesn't like to fight, he can be cowed from fighting, but if pushed into a corner or if he decides he has to, he will fight until his body shatters and then when his body heals he will fight again. It takes a lot of will to be able to absorb all the pain from someone over and over again, to feel what its like to be shot over and over again, to burn alive over and over again and know that he still has more to do, more 'healing' to be done. Cal can be beaten, he can be bent, he can be twisted, but he can never be broken. Beneath his timid core and within his iron soul is his desire to see the world. Cal wants to climb mountains, delve into caves, wander a jungle, stand at the top of a skyscraper, be loved... he wants to experience the world and see it all with his eyes, the world he only catches brief glimpses of, the world he reads about, the world he hears about from others, be they agents or support staff. He wants to see it all and embrace it, even if he is afraid and trembles at the idea, it is a tremble that is equal parts fear and excitement... Cal wants to live. A childish dream that will never really come to fruition. Of course, when he talks to others to find out about the world above, he does tend to be a bit... awkward. Cal did not have the same training as the other agents, he wasn't trained in espionage and how to hide his emotions or done new personas... For the longest time, his social interactions were questions as he was 'tested', when he got older, his social interactions were limited only to talking to people that wanted him to 'heal' others and brief exchanges with those he healed or to fellow agents when he was sent to support them and, for obvious reasons, they weren't exactly sociable situations. It wasn't until a few years ago that he was granted a level of freedom great enough to wander the facility and meet most of the others. He quickly found that he loved to talk. About anything. About everything. Of course, not everyone shared that love especially as Cal has the tendency to get so excited he starts to stammer or blurt, but there are few things he loves more then sitting down and talking to someone.

Spoiler: Bio

For the first six years of his life, it was fairly normal with only one exception, he never got sick. Ever. But it was just seen as fortunate, hardly anything that'd raise concerns. He had a mother, a father, two brothers and a younger sister. His family were all fairly close as well as close with their extended family. Cal doesn't remember much about them know, only that his mother smelt like lavender and one of his brothers squealed when he laughed. His life was wonderfully average, but it all changed one Tuesday afternoon. He was six years old and had just gotten out of elementary school, he was being walked home by his older brothers when a man ran a stop sign smashing into his eldest brother who had shoved them out of the way. The car mangled his small body, the man got out, took one look, panicked and got back in and drove away. Cal remembers screaming, crowds of people, flashing lights, but he does remember the pain. When he saw his brother, his legs bent out of shape, all the blood, he did the only thing he know how. He kissed his brother on one of his bent legs, trying to kiss his boo-boos as his mother did for all of them. But unlike his mother, when Cal did it, he truly did kiss them away... onto himself. Before his eyes, his brother's legs snapped back into place and then the screaming started. Cal's own body snapped and cracked and he screamed. When he woke up, he was in the hospital and perfectly okay. His legs, his ribs, his organs.. everything was fine. It was as if it was some bad memory, but the people waiting at his bedside were not his parents. No matter how loud or how hard he screamed for his mom, she never came.

He had been abducted from the hospital he was taken to, the videos of him healing people were taken or bought and people paid to keep silent, the police sent on a goose chase... This small white room with no windows, a steel door with a single metal 'window' and single bed was to be his prison... his home.. for the next fourteen years. Cal was 'special', so very unique even compared to the other children. That is what they told him. Every time they took samples. Every time they took test. Every time they tortured him to test how long it took him to heal, to push to see how far his body could bend before it broke. When they starved him for nearly a year. When they locked him in a glass container and filled it with water and let him stay there.. suffocating but unable to die for hours... He was special. When he lay naked and shivering as they watched bones snap into place... as he lay strapped down to a table as his flesh knitted itself back together and organs regrew as they forced chemicals into his veins to see what would happen. If they could only 'unlock' his regeneration, find out the secret behind it, it would change the world, it would save billions of people. He was so special, he would save the word, with every cut of the knife, with every ounce of flesh he paid, they were getting closer to utopia. It only got worse when they discovered his healing was getting stronger as he grew up, when theories that he could slow, or even halt, the aging process with his power. Immortality, some whispered, was locked within his DNA, within his being. He was too valuable to put with the other children, he was taught remotely, he learned to read through electronic books and a woman over the intercom... When he was twelve, they 'gave' up on figuring out how his regeneration worked, at least, stopped making it their primary focus and they turned their attention to his other ability. His ability to heal any wound... and how they could make best use of it.

They called it the 'Lazarus Project' and Cal was, of course, Lazarus. For the first time since he can remember, they opened his door. He got to see more of his 'home'. More of the endless white walls. He was brought to see other kids, like himself, and adults who were injured either in training or on a mission and he was told to heal them. To 'kiss their boo-boos' like he did his brother. The first time it had been a woman who had been caught in an incendiary blast. Her flesh had been burnt down to the bone and Cal hadn't wanted to. She looked horrifying, wrapped up like a mummy with what flesh remained burnt black. When he didn't, they beat him, beat him until he said he would. When he touched her, it happened. Her skin knitted itself back together, her blackened bones were reclaimed as her body mended... and then his own caught fire. There was no 'fire', but his body melted. His skin peeled back until his bones were shown to the world... only to heal and melt away again. Over and over Cal screamed until his voice went horse, until he couldn't scream anymore, until he had no more tears to give. When he was done... when she was back and the 'fire' had stopped, he was dragged back to his own cell and told, once again, how very special he was. He could save lives... all he had to do was endure a little pain and how hard could that be for their special little Cal... Their Lazarus.

He started to be taken out of his room more often but not only to heal others in S.I.N but to heal others. To heal those that had the power to make lives for those in charge easier or silence those who would make it difficult. He healed the brain tumor to a senator, healed a Saudi Arabian prince of Lukemia just so he could go back to his... choices in 'wives' because he was a 'valuable asset and ally'. It wasn't all bad. There was one that Cal can remember. He was sixteen and they were going to Wyoming. He remembers the stretch of plains that went as far as the eye could see, the beautiful sky that stretches before him, but most of all, he remembers the girl. She was no more then eight and had been born blind. Born into darkness. Cal was to heal her. To let her see. He had never done something like it before, heal something that someone had been born with, but it worked. As his own vision dimmed, he saw her face, the light in her eyes and the wonder on her face as, for the first time, she saw the world.... and he.. he was the first thing she had ever seen. He was so proud of it. It didn't matter that he lost his vision for a short while because he had given that girl a gift that'd be with her for the rest of her life, he had given her something more precious then wealth or power.. he had given her wonder. For the first time in a long time, he truly felt special, he felt human.

When he turned twenty, Cal was finally allowed to leave his cell on his own. He had long since earned the status of 'Level Two' but he was 'too special' to be allowed to walk around freely, but finally... finally they let him. He got to talk to other people, truly talk, not be told to be quiet as he asked about the world around them, asked where they were going... he got to talk. To touch someone without being hit. His world expanded in a way he had only dreamed about and even if it was small and he was still in a cage, it was so much more then he had become accustomed to. Cal can remember when he went to the roof. When he was able to look up to the great blue sky overhead, the endless ocean as far as the eye could see. He cried. He wept like a child because he could stay there if he wanted. He could stay there for hours. No one would tell him to move it, no one would drag him back to his cell because he would go back, he could just stare... for as long as he wanted. It was a taste of freedom when for so long he had been starving. Now.. Now people are talking about rebellion, about breaking free, and Cal is afraid. For so long he spent his life in that white cell... he wants to be truly free, to see the world that awaits outside the walls just for him, but he doesn't want to go back. To be shoved back into the white cell... or worse.

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[JayeTheKat]

"Trying to find the right words
But what if they don't care?
Never mind"
coded by crucialstar​

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Corvina Ejder
Alias: Raven
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual Homoromantic
Theme Song: NVM by Faith Marie



Power: Telepathy/Mind Reading
Corvina has the abilities of telepathy and mind reading. She uses the telepathy solely to communicate by sending thoughts to others, or when needed connection a small group telepathically through her, while the mind reading is exactly what is sounds like. She can literally get into peoples heads.

Weakness: Her telepathy does have a limit to how much she can use it based on distance. She can send thoughts to people far away, but the farther away, the more it drains her. Vice versa, the closer she is to the target, the less it drains her. When connecting other people in groups, the more people and the longer the time, the more she's drained and quicker. The mind reading, she has to be able to physically see the person whose mind she's trying to read and she has to focus. This leaves her vulnerable because she's not able to pay attention to her surroundings when focusing. Because she can read others minds, sometimes when she's not controlling the intake of thoughts, she can become overloaded. This normally leads to a massive migraine that, if not treated somehow, could put her out of commission for maybe a few hours, or a day depending on severity.

Level: 2
Time at Thunder: 11 years

APPEARANCE:

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Purple (Dyed, naturally black)
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 132 lbs
Body Modifications: Tattoos covering lower arms, small tattoos on fingers, nose piercing

PERSONALITY:

Corvina is silent for one, as explained later. She keeps her emotions locked inside and doesn't often share them. Outside of that she's stubborn and strong willed. She plays the part of an obedient soldier but is heavy set to her own path and cause. Preferring to do things her way whenever she can, she's been known to just change plans in field missions on the fly if she thinks there's a better way to do things. This gets her in trouble, but usually the op gets completed so she's usually safe. Always preferring to be active she is constantly found working out or training physically. Corvina is more of a solitary bird kind of person in outside view, prefers to spend time alone when training or working out, or even just reading.

This isn't to say Corvina doesn't enjoy the company of others. She just doesn't like SIN sympathizers or employees. Since she can read minds, she picks and chooses her company based on likeness to her... or rather dislike of SIN. Corvy is pretty cool once she lets someone in. She'll share tips with training or ops, or even just mentor in general. She loves doing math and solving problems. Which is why she can also be seen in with a computer quite often as well. She'll lend an ear to those select individuals but couldn't care less about the rest. They can fend for themselves. That's her policy. If you're not with her, you're against her. If you're against her, she doesn't give sheit about you.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born a tiny child to a drug addict father and an abusive mother, young Corvina learned quickly that silence is the best course of action. She did learn to speak from her parents, if only by listening to them shout and argue all the time. After the third time her mother lashed out at her young self for speaking out of turn, Corvina stopped talking to them. She was barely 4 at the time, the time in a child's life when they should be the most verbally active, learning more each day. As she started school, she did talk to the people there. Until she got in trouble for saying something she didn't around age 7, another student was being inherently mean and telling lies. The incident made it home to her mother, and the result was bad. Next, she stopped talking to anyone. She was labeled electively mute by the time she was 8. She spoke to no one, words locked inside. She no longer reacted to the abuse, the taunts, or anything. Bottled up inside, only let out at night curled up in bed with silent tears.

Despite all that, Corvina was labelled a 'silent genius' by her teachers. She knew the answers to every question they asked the class, and aced her tests. She was too little to realize at the time, but that was the result of her abilities. As she grew, when she felt herself challenged, the power she'd been born with were slowly coming to fruition. She aced everything because she was subconsciously literally taking the answers from her teachers minds. Due to this, the girl was plagued with migraines which she was forced to suffer through because her mother had no sympathy. By the time she realized she could read minds, her telepathy was emerging. Her only friend was the one person she trusted. A young lad in her class by the name of Griffith. She was experimenting one day, and accidentally projected her thoughts to Griffith. The next day, she disappeared. Though the police, called by her teachers not her parents mind you, were run around on a false trail by SIN, they found no sign of the silent genius girl. The next week Corvina was pronounced dead.

Little did they know, the girl was not dead. When little 11 year old Corvina came to her senses, she was faced with the choice of a literal lifetime. As she was still refusing to speak and didn't trust these people enough to use her telepathy, a simple nod of her head was all the girl gave before she was swept into the seemingly endless training by SIN. Though she never let it slip, Corvina never planned to stay with SIN. She played the part of an obident solider, being groomed into perfection by an organization that was freed her from her old life. She was tired of being stuck in a wheel, stuck by people who cared nothing for her. She wanted out, always had. And since she wasn't desperate enough for death, she wanted freedom. Real freedom, not the shit they gave them at level 1.

As Corvina worked her way through the levels, working mostly on assignments as a communications agent or recon, she played her cards and tried to earn their trust. She still never actually spoke a word aloud. At level three, she convinced SIN to let her dye her hair purple. Next, she connived her way into a nose piercing and her tattoos. All small things, but major accomplishments for the girl. She was gaining ground in getting Thunder to believe they could trust her, but also getting the kick-ass makeover she wanted. Bonus. As she worked on assignments, Corvina continuously tried to get in contact with any rebels outside of the compound, and also scanned her fellow 'agents' thoughts for anyone else who seemed to wish to rebel. She'd decided she didn't just want out, she wanted to bring SIN down eventually. And she was so stubborn, her mind wasn't changing.

OTHER:

QUIRKS/HABITS:

☾ Tilts head at odd angles when confused
✰ Eats pizza with a fork

☾ LIKES & ✰ DISLIKES

☾ Training Alone
✰ Spicy Food
☾ Math
✰ Heights
☾ Freedom
✰ Lots of noise

RELATIONSHIPS:

Callen is one of few Corvina cares for without really ever talking to him. She's read his thoughts and knows he wants to live. Be free. She wants to see him achieve that, get him out of this horrible cycle. She knows that when he heals, it hurts him too and it makes her angry that SIN feels like they can just use such a gentle guy like that. They could 'talk', possibly as they are both level twos, and they also both work with SIN's 'secret weapon' so they have that in common.

Katia is another Corvina prefers to simply observe. She has read Katia's mind on occasion, but tries to keep from digging too deep. Corvina can't tell where Katia's going to land yet, so she won't 'talk' to Katia much outside of assignments most likely.

Corvina probably hasn't interacted with Rosario much so she doesn't have an opinion on him quite yet. She hasn't read his mind yet, but she does know from listening to others that Rosario is strong willed, so she'll be keeping on eye on him for sure.

Corvina may have tried to get in touch with Lyla before? I'm not quite sure. Maybe not. She might just watch from a distance to avoid getting too close to Caleb. They're alike in that they want things done their way so maybe they could get along? I dunno.

Adam and Corvina probably wouldn't interact a whole lot to start, maybe later if Adam moves up the levels to take on missions. She's caught glimpses into the lad's head and can tell he's a ticking time-bomb waiting to either go off or be defused. She'll continue to monitor the lad from afar though, to see how things go.

Corvina would probably have tried to 'talk' to Eloise, maybe they could be on somewhat decent terms. As Corvina can read minds, maybe she knows that Eloise wants out of SIN. As she wants to keep her possible allies close, Corvina would either befriend or attempt to befriend Eloise. Besides that, Eloise's sunshiney personality would be a welcome thing to Corvina.

Corvina can respect Caleb's strength and talents, but thats about all she wants to acknowledge with him. He's not exactly one she suspects would want to leave SIN, so she couldn't care less about him. Heck, on assignments together, she changes protocol on purpose just to piss him off more.

Corvina equally respects Thea and is quite curious about the other girl as well. She tries to avoid reading Thea's mind unintentionally, as she doesn't want to intrude. She's done her basic scan though, and found that Thea is on the fence between SIN and getting the hecka outta there. She tries to reach out to Thea to 'talk', particularly during those selectively mute times. Since Corvina doesn't talk she can sympathize. Corvina wants to help her out if she can or at least try to.

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Corvina probably doesn't have anything of value to do with Justice. Maybe they interact on assignments, but until Corvina can tell what side he lands on, she would keep her distance from Justice and observe. She does appreciate his quiet nature.

Corvina doesn't interact with either of the Park siblings outside of the required during assignments. Mostly by choice. Corvina is the only one who knows the twins secret, but hasn't let them in on the fact that she knows yet..

Corvina doesn't interact with either of the Park siblings outside of the required during assignments. Mostly by choice. Corvina is the only one who knows the twins secret, but hasn't let them in on the fact that she knows yet.

Nora's literally new. Corvina can't think anything about someone she hasn't met yet. Even a mind readers not that good.

Anvindr is a tricky subject for Corvina. She wants to help get the confused young lad out, but she doesn't know if she can take a chance on him.She does know she at least wants to help him get out of his own head and over the fears he's got inside.

 

[deer]

"don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demon's hide"​

name: clara athena rosenberg
nickname: thea
alias: songbird
age: twenty-one
gender: female
sexuality: heterosexual
eye color: striking crystal blue
height: five feet and five inches
weight: one-hundred twenty
build: athletic

persona: not one to go out of her way to befriend others, thea keeps mostly to herself, rarely sporting a smile as she observes from afar. although intimidating to some due to her piercing blue eyes, thea does not act out of malice or deceit. instead, she prefers to be alone, relying solely on herself as others would just hold her down. she keeps many people at arms length giving the cold shoulder and distancing herself whenever she can. although she keeps a brave front, perhaps even a poker face in which she holds resilience and no emotions, deep down, the female sees herself as a scared little girl only trying to survive. she's afraid of how others would see her if she lets her guard down and remembers to continue keeping up the walls around her. untrusting and independent, thea, despite being able to vocalise her thoughts and capability to express herself, she chooses not to speak. her psyche, after countless years of being in SIN has somewhat been distorted, becoming twisted even. to keep others safe from the monster within herself, a battle she constantly fights, thea avoids any close contact or pushes others away knowing that her temperament at times, may set her off if given the chance or spur of a moment.

versatile yet volatile, thea is a force to be reckon with. not one to actively insult others, thea finds it a nuisance when fights are involved especially through underhanded means, especially words. never one to probe or insert herself into someone else's fights, thea will only be concerned if it test her patience enough. either way, thea tends to keep others at arms length and rarely allows herself to feel close or rather any emotions. she hates being manipulative, but most of all, being lied to. quite an enigma, many are drawn to her aura as it varies between many highs and many lows. nevertheless, thea carries herself with dignity, never one to show a moment's of weakness. rarely is she transparent as she's a ticking bomb waiting to be set off. through her body language and what she chooses to show, many can tell when she's angry, aloof, or stable.

despite being a wild card, underneath her exterior, she has a wild and optimistic heart. thea used to be quite imaginative, creative, and even happy-go-lucky than the persona she displays at SIN. but, with the many chemicals being induced into her system and being broken and beaten for so long at SIN, thea is afraid of herself. she doesn't know who she is anymore and found herself slowly enclosing in herself. hidden beneath, her eyes are the windows to her soul and she's dying to break through as she never knew life outside of SIN.

likes: singing, sketching, rain, nature, finding comfort in the smallest gestures , music
dislikes: needles, alcohol, others trying to take her pain away and/or stand up for her, when people are walking behind her
strengths: fearless, imaginative, talented and skilled, tracking, martial arts, always on guard, flexible, agile, can pack a punch
weaknesses: temperamental, enigma, misunderstood, flight-risk, unstable, naive, pushes others away when they get too close, guns and bombs ( hates using such weapons )
quirks / habits: rolling her sleeves down her arm when she wears long sleeves, wearing jackets as she gets cold easily, count her steps, does behind-the-scene work ( comforts newbies in her own way even if she doesn't show it )

power: sound | sound wave manipulation ( minor voice manipulation ) ; the ability to manipulate, emit, and shape sounds playing with low and high frequencies of sound waves and pressure. the main way clara uses her ability is through her vocal chords which includes sonic scream and manipulation of her voice. there are other methods in which she can manipulate sound, however, SIN likes to push her over her limit, wanting her to beat her record every single day. thea has both offensive and defensive power with sonic scream being her offensive power and siren song, voice mimic, and echo being her minor defensive power through sound and sound wave.

weakness: her sonic screams can be deafening if not catastrophic ( explosions, earthquakes, shattering of windows, building collapsing, city being destroyed, etc. ). depending on the amount she uses, it can kill those closest to her or even make those around her ears bleed and|or go deaf. however, such results ( ears bleeding, someone being close to her being blow away and|or severely injured ) can only happen at least twice in one day or one bigger impact every two days, if more than such incident occurs, she may suffer tremendously and could sleep for days on end. however, if SIN want her to destroy a city filled with many frequency such as a buzzing one filled with mirrors, lights, windows, sounds, she would be able to do so but that would cause her to be unstable, out of control, and kill her if she takes it too far.

due to using her vocal chords often, thea doesn't have the need or want to speak after her sessions. at the same time, she refuses to get healed unless necessary and remains selectively mute. although thea has a good hold of how to control her ability, there are times her emotions may get the best of her and it would result in her lashing out which causes her to become slightly unstable. her abilities depends on her surroundings such as the distance of how much sound frequency she is able to control and receive. other ways her abilities can be halted is if her opponent is able to silence her sounds such as through sound absorption, nullification, or sound immunity.

at the same time, thea can only mimic someone’s voice is if she has been around them long enough and has heard them speak — so a passerby would have to be near her for over 10 minutes and talking for her to grasp their tone, pitch, and sound. on the other hand, her siren song is specific to one lyrical song and one musical sound rather than her singing any song or making any tune that would cause someone to be a victim of compulsion.

biography: shrieking cries echoed in the room as wails of a baby's cries bounced around chaotically. lights shattered and wires dangled from the ceiling, there were no signs of the cries stopping as nurses and doctors ran out of the room while the parents laid unconscious. it wasn't until ten minutes later, though it felt like hours, when an unidentified white coat came inside the room and swaddled the baby asleep. time passed without much trouble leaving only a necklace that was left on the baby's neck. no one could recall what happened moments prior and the room was spotless as if nothing broke or needed replacement. memories erased and no recollection of the gifted time.

time passed and nothing seemed to be admist until clara athena rosenberg turned five years old and had an awful day at daycare. a few injured and a building destroyed, it was time. the young child woke up in a room filled with people she never knew. it was then . . . her world changed and took a turn. as one of the youngest recruits in SIN, the young child grew up in SIN but that also meant she knew next to nothing of the outside world besides what she was taught and told. she was a vibrant child, never one to find negativities in the world. thea grew up kind, resilient, but also optimistic. she practiced honing her abilities and powers.

but, of course, she was different than most children her age or rather, she was a new "experiment" the higher-ups of SIN kept a close eye on. they continued to try to hone her into an assassin and one without emotions, but, she wasn't as obedient as they hoped. she was smarter and brilliant than they expected so, they did what they knew best. they injected chemicals in the girl, not only for punishment, but to continuously keep her under their thumbs.

however, her temper and her changes continued when she met Remmy Cox. he was her best friend and loved being around him. the two were inseparable. but, all good things must come to an end. the one person she found comfort in, the one person she loved and felt comfortable around, left. the both of them were level ones together, he made it out, she hadn't. but, memories of Remmy Cox became blurry as time passed and thea turned into herself more. she moved down to level two due to the chaos that occurred with her best and closest friend.

note: due to the constant chemical injections and the increase in dosages, thea's memories are chaotic if not blurry. not much is known about her past ( or rather her time and experiences in SIN ) and she rarely speaks of it.

level: two
time at SIN: sixteen years
biggest fear: being out of control to the point she's killed everyone and she's the only person left on Earth, losing the people she loves the most over and over again ( not being able to save them in time )
important information: trigger warning. due to being at SIN for a long time at a young age, thea was influenced and strictly trained for combat. however, she was a resilient child, her imagination ran wild and she never yielded. it was hard to break the young child to the point scientist had to figure out immediately how to control her thoughts and actions. but, being the fighter that thea was, it took long years before thea succumbed. at the age of 18 years old, she finally broke after many test and chemicals in her system to the constant horrors she had to face during her time at SIN. she rarely speaks about her past nor lets anyone get close enough to allow them to see what she's gone through. for many years, she's seen people come in and never leave, despite the few rare cases. regardless, she knows there's whispers and rumors about her. she was one of the few that made it out alive but to what extent?
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Spoiler: Making It

In a blur swirl of red and black, Marigny Noelle's ears perked as she turned her attention towards the source of the cheerful voice. A smile made its way towards Marigny Noelle's lips as she inwardly sighed in relief to hear that her timekeeping was on the dot. Perhaps she was off to a good start! Tilting her head to the side, Marigny Noelle listened to the woman's voice as she watched her move to and fro. Although the short-haired female seemed to be bouncing from one place to the next, preparing for the auditions, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but note the fluidity in the woman's movement. Was she a dancer? Regardless if she was or not, Marigny Noelle was in awe of the grace and poise she observed in Melanie.

As Melanie introduced herself, taking the drinks from her hands, Marigny Noelle nodded, taking in the information given to her. Tech stuff, hair, and make-up. Got it. Marigny Noelle couldn't help but feel as if her job suited Melanie being as vibrant as she was. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Melanie!"

However, when Melanie mentioned her impression of her towards a band member, a woman whom she must also impress, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but feel her cheeks heating up at her comment. She liked her already? Her smile only widened even more as she took in the compliment. But, the moment Melanie introduced the "boss man", Marigny Noelle's heart stopped for moment. Samson. . . had she heard that name before? Nevertheless, her attention drifted off in the direction Melanie had pointed towards as she gazed ahead.

However, before she could get a good look at her potential boss. . . Samson, a cold chill ran down her spine as looked over towards a new voice. As the female took an empty cup from her hand, she blinked slightly, feeling intimidated yet intrigued at the beauty before her. Although Marigny Noelle had met with people from all walks of life, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but stare at the female for a moment in disarray before hearing the female's honest words.

A small laugh escaped her lips as Marigny Noelle shook her head, "Yes, I understand it wouldn't, but, Mam likes to send out treats such as hot cocoa or sweets whenever she can." She paused for a moment, smiling, "Hearing those words. . . that only makes me feel even more amped up to give it all that I've got! Thank you."

Soon, another female's voice piped in and Marigny Noelle turned over to look towards her. Another woman whom she definitely felt small and intimidated by approached yet something inside her ignited a spark. Marigny Noelle couldn't help but internally giggle, feeling giddy despite the mixed emotions she was receiving from the band members. It was chaotic and there was definitely a commotion between the band members as she felt the tensity in the air, but Marigny Noelle tried her best to not let the swirl of emotions get to her. However, she couldn't help but be reminded of the Cafe at lunch hours. Oof! Those times definitely worked her to the bone! Nevertheless, she couldn't help but feel as if there was a hidden feeling among the band members. . . something akin to being. . . fun.

Brought out of her thoughts, hearing the warm words of encouragement: show us what you got, the female's words only made Marigny Noelle feel even more determined to show everyone in the room she had talents and skills to be in the band. She wanted to be a part of something big and wanted to belong. Will they accept her? Marigny Noelle couldn't help but feel her self-confidence rising once more as she shook off the cobwebs and nerves. She needed to give it her all and Marigny Noelle knew nothing was going to stop her from doing so . . even if the certain someone, despite everyone's scolding, still wasn't wearing a shirt. Marigny Noelle grinned, "You bet!"

But, as she left, Marigny Noelle was now greeted by none other than whom she believed was Samson. For a moment, Marigny Noelle stared at the male for a while, her thoughts not processing anything that she's seeing. Almost as if her head was spinning with adrenaline rush and happiness, Marigny Noelle's thoughts swirled in different directions as she just zoned out for a moment. Blinking back her surprise, for a brief second, Marigny Noelle was about to lift up her hand to wave at him with excitement or even squeal at the prospect of knowing someone. But, realising that might be a mistake on her part and unprofessional, Marigny quickly brought her hand back down hoping no one would notice the familiar look she gave Sam. Yet, at the same time, when Sam introduced himself, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed or embarrassed for ever thinking they were close enough for her to call out his name so familiarly. Perhaps it wasn't the same Sam she knew at the Cafe with his kids and the Sam before her now just eerily looked like him. Whatever the case may be, Marigny Noelle gave a small smile towards Sam knowing that he could potentially be her boss and a case of mistaken identity might case her to lose her place on the band. She couldn't have that.

As hard as she could, Marigny Noelle dismissed the case and decided not to bring it up . . . or at least not now. But, as Sam continue to introduce each of the band members, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but let out another small laugh at hearing Ezekiel's introduction. So, that's his name? How clumsy. However, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but feel bad wondering if the male was embarrassed for being loud capped so much for forgetting a shirt. . . in winter. Was he not cold? Or maybe he was the same as her: the adrenaline rush just takes all the other feelings away. Next in line was Zyon with the puppy, Artemis, she believed was the puppy's name. A smile made her way towards her lips as she nodded towards the male. He had been quiet for a while and she wondered if he was reserved or just didn't want to be at the auditions. Nevertheless, Marigny Noelle tried not to let her mind wander too long as she was introduced to Alex, the woman whom mentioned that if all else failed, she could be their errand girl. The thought of being an errand girl was definitely not something she wished for since she already did that currently. But, just knowing and realising she wants to be much more than a "second-hand" player, Marigny Noelle was pumped.

On a good day? Marigny Noelle tilted her head in confusion for a moment but decided not to ask what he meant by such. Regardless, lastly, Marigny Noelle turned to face Sadie, the female she just recently spoke to as she couldn't help but gaze around the room, observing each of the band members once more. What an aura! Nodding at both Melanie and Sam's words, Marigny Noelle nodded, "X marks the spot, huh?" She questioned rhetorically, giggling softly as she slowly took out her guitar from her case and looked over towards the amp.

However, before Marigny Noelle could grab her guitar in her hand as it was still in its case, she looked up only to be greeted by Ezekiel. Tilting her head curiously in wonder, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but question to herself on why he came over to introduce himself to her when Sam had already done so. Is there any misunderstandings? Or was he just being polite? Or is this his way wanting to officially greet her than having a messenger? However, at him mentioning that he wouldn't mind her being his errand girl, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but huff slightly. Rolling her eyes playfully, Marigny Noelle couldn't help but figure out Ezekiel. He was surely someone different than she imagined and she couldn't help but want to figure him out. He was surely a whirlwind. However, before she could even get a word in, which was a first for the chatty Marigny Noelle, she blinked back her surprise when Ezekiel wanted to trade hot cocoa for donuts. Even if she was going to be in the band or not, he treated her kindly and even went as. far as to let her know that she could ask him for help, depend on him. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment.

Marigny couldn't help but laugh, "I don't remember the last time I traded food with. . . . a potential band mate or. .. friend?" She questioned softly, though "friend" came out as a whisper.

Nevertheless, as he turned away and shouted towards everyone in the room about his. .. . situation, Marigny Noelle looked away once more, flushing slightly as she quickly got her guitar wrapped around her silhouette and headed towards the stage, plugging in the amp into her guitar as she stood on the "X". But, before she could start playing or introducing herself formally in the center, Ezekiel's voice rang once more as he sat by the drum. Blinking back a surprise, Marigny Noelle turned towards in concern as she headed over towards him, "Are you alright, Killi?" She questioned, looking at him in concern before realising her mistake. "I mean . . . no, actually, you're Killi." Marigny Noelle grinned, feeling more confident, as she tried not to laugh, "In return for saying you wouldn't mind me being your 'errand girl'."

Without waiting for Killi’s response, Marigny Noëlle giggled and waved him goodbye for now. ”Please be careful with the hot cocoa. If I make it in, I’ll buy you a cold one, my treat?” At those words, Marigny Noëlle walked back towards the center and stood upon the X.

With a deep breath, she inhaled and exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment as she got into her zone, readying herself. This was it. No going back now! As she opened her eyes, Marigny Noelle’s gaze lifted, as she calmed her nerves and spoke clearly, ”Hello, everyone! My name is Marigny Noëlle Dior and for this cold, cold morning. I prepared for you this track.”

Without further ado, the young woman delicately draped her fingers across the strings of her guitar as she made sure the amp was plugged into the speakers. And with a nod, Marigny Noëlle began playing, her hands gliding across the guitar in fluids melody at the beginning of the song before leading up to the small riffs. Thankfully, she practices enough hand excercises and played everyday or else she knew . . . cramped up and sore hands would be the least of her problems. But, with each key she played and as the song continued on, Marigny Noelle’s aura changed as time passed. Her nerves melted away and she was having the time of her life, moving to the music fluidly as she played and sang to one of her most favorite songs. Misery by Paramore. It was just her and her music as she allowed her melody and emotions to flow and express.

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[div class=contentcontainer][div class=tabcontent1]Name: Lyla Addison Braye
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Multicolored; changes often; currently a pastel pink
Height: 5'4
Weight: 127lbs
Tattoos/Piercings: x x x x x

Likes: the rain; cute animals; laughing; Caleb
Dislikes: being alone; being stuck inside; her emotions; the idea of hurting someone
Strengths: brave; honest; loyal
Weaknesses: impulsive; impatient; proud
Quirks/Habits: sighs and huffs when frustrated, usually crossing her arms and pouting as well / snorts when laughing
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Weakness (related to power): So far, it seems that her power is connected to her emotions. If her emotions are out of control, the weather will be the same. Using her power exhausts her greatly, depending on the intensity of the storm/weather created.
Level: 3
Time at Thunder: One year
Biggest Fear: losing anyone she cares about; being alone forever
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Lyla could have been a very friendly girl, had she been raised under the right circumstances. As it was, what happened wasn't really her fault to begin with, though a part of her still blames herself. She doesn't talk about it, though, and never really has with anyone but Caleb. He is like her older brother, the protector she never knew she needed. She's a brave girl, coming from living on her own for a while, and doing what she needed to do to survive. Honest to a fault, she's also loyal to those she feels deserve it.

Lyla is also impulsive and impatient, wanting things to be done her way and in her time. She's as stubborn as a mule, and not afraid to say what's on her mind. Caleb has saved her from more than one fight, but he's also let her get into more than one so that she can sort-of learn her place. She's young but yearns for freedom, although without Thunder she never would have met Caleb.

Bio:
Lyla had a chance at life. She was born to a young couple, who were still young and in love and looked at the world with fresh, bright eyes. Lyla was born with her father's eyes, her mother's nose, and the perfect mixture of both of their attributes. She was a pretty well-tempered child, only crying the bare minimum when she was hungry, tired, or bored. Her parents thought they'd struck gold with her. Little did they know that she really was something special. As she hit the terrible twos, her temper got worse. Like every child, she hit the mine phase and shit went to hell.

Despite that, her parents still loved her very much and were willing to put up with her attitude. That is, until the day she conjured a storm in their living room. A literal storm, complete with rain clouds and gusting winds and lightning. It was a very scary experience for her parents, while she just stood in the center, untouched. Lyla was like the eye of the storm. Lightning struck the couch and started a fire, which quickly spread throughout the room.

Lyla's mother did not survive. Her father saved her, but when he tried to go back, the fire was too far gone to save her. Over the course of the next few years, her father fell into a deep depression without the love of his life. He could never tell anyone what his daughter did because she was still his daughter, but their relationship was not the same. When Lyla was five, he took his own life. She grew up in the system, taken in by families who just wanted the money. She never really had anyone to look out for her. When she turned eighteen, it was a life of stealing and getting into trouble, just a hairs length away from getting caught.

The night Thunder took her, she was on the run from the police when she tripped, falling down a hill. She hit her head and blacked out, and that's the last thing she remembered. When she woke up, she was in Thunder. She kept to herself for a month or two, before being approached by a guy named Caleb. She didn't want his help, but he took her under his wing, and now they're like siblings.
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[div class=contentcontainer][div class=tabcontent1]Name: Caleb Rivers
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: 185lbs
Tattoos/Piercings: yes

Likes: tattoos / getting what he wants / order
Dislikes: cats / back talk / smartasses
Strengths: intelligent / strong / loyal
Weaknesses: over analytical / not very emotional or too emotional, hardly any inbetween / callous
Quirks/Habits: has a habit of staring people down, especially to get his way / draws ideas for new tattoos when bored
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Weakness (related to power): Can draw in too much energy and become a danger to himself and those around him. He must touch the person to drain their energy. If he uses too much energy, he'll be drained and weak.
Level: 2
Time at Thunder: Five years
Biggest Fear: Losing the one person who he considers family / not being good enough to be at S.I.N.
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Caleb isn't the friendly type. He's got good looks and charm when he wants to have it, but if you were just running into him on the street, you probably wouldn't want to talk to him. He's got a mean look on his face ninety perfect of the time, and it's generally because he's just pissed off at the world. Though in the last few years he's been able to control that anger and use it for good (well, Thunder's version of good), he still harbors an anger that can explode at anytime. He does have a temper, and if you piss him off, you'll probably end up on the ground or against a nearby wall.

He has a soft spot for one person, and one person only. Since his sister died, he found someone at Thunder who arrived a few years after he did, and she reminded him of Mariah so much that he sort of took her under his wing. He doesn't let anyone mess with her, and they train privately so that he can make sure she knows what she's doing. He doesn't care what people think of him, just Thunder, so he comes across as brash or heartless when he speaks sometimes. He rarely smiles.

Bio:
Caleb was screwed from the moment he was born. His mother was addicted to crack, his father an alcoholic womanizer. Somehow the two managed to keep custody of him, perhaps they cleaned up their act just for a short time. Caleb was three years old when Mariah came along, the little sister he never knew he needed. But it wasn't much longer after that that their mother was found, having overdosed on the couch in their little trailer. She was rushed to the hospital, and it was then that his father gained full custody, able to hide his alcoholism better than she could hide her drug use. Caleb became used to seeing different women at the house; he thought it was normal.

His father was a strict man. He wanted things to be done his way or the highway, a lesson that Caleb learned quickly as he grew up. Caleb protected Mariah from their father's anger, taking the beatings meant for both of them just so that she didn't have to. Everything became his fault, and he took it in stride. No child wants to be beaten, but he was Mariah's protector and would never let anything bad happen to her. The two of them grew older, and their father just got meaner. He drank more often, slowly slipping into being a non functioning alcoholic. He and Mariah started fighting more, and Caleb wasn't always around to protect her.

He dropped out of school at sixteen, and joined a gang. He mostly patrolled the streets, and moved drugs when instructed. He learned to fight, and it was around that time he learned he was different. He suppressed the voices in his head, wanting to be a better gang member for the Boss. The gang kept him protected, so in turn he could protect Mariah. Everything was going great until a drug deal gone bad. The guy had followed him back to his house, and Caleb had made a rookie mistake and not noticed. Mariah was home. She came to greet him, and next thing he knew, she was on the ground bleeding out. He remembers getting shot, too, and everything going dark, but when he woke up-- he was at Thunder.

Everything was explained to him, including the fact that his sister was dead, and he learned how to fight all over again. He also learned that he wasn't insane, and those voices in his head weren't make believe, but others thoughts. At first, of course, he was stunned but he moved past it and, wanting to be the best soldier he could be, learned to control it. It turns out he'd been using his powers without realizing it for years. He threw everything he had into Thunder, because what else did he have?
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[Shadow Alpha]

Rosario Zorro

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧​

Name: Rosario Zorro
Nickname: Ro, Rio
Alias: Nagual
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 172 lbs.
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Hazel with golden flecks throughout

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: He has a tattoo of the phases of the moon going down his spine

Spoiler: Moon Tattoo

Likes: Winning, listening to music, playing guitar, partying, showing improvement, animals, fruits, martial arts
Dislikes: Waking up early, losing, being misjudged, animal abuse, vegetables, being treated like a wild animal, and being stuck inside
Strengths: Courageous, Instinctive, Resilient, and open-minded
Weaknesses: Stubborn, hot tempered, doesn't take instructions well
Quirks/Habits: Blowing the stray strands of hair that fall in his eyes, rubs the back of his neck when he's flustered, and shifts his weight from one foot to the other unknowingly

Power: Partial Shapeshifting - He is only able to shift into a primarily bipedal form of a desired animal. His shifts seem to be limited to members of the big cat family and canines outside of domestic dog breeds. Increased healing speed but not enough to heal from fatal wounds to the brain (a blade or bullet) or having 60% or more of his heart being destroyed.
Weakness (related to power): Even in his human form, Rosario has heightened senses, so overwhelming scents and high pitched noises can cause him physical pain. He has lost consciousness on a few occasions as Thunder's way of getting him under control. His powers only allow him to switch between one form and another with a resting period of 5 minutes between each.
Level: 5
Time at Thunder: 2 months, he was recently 'acquired' and is still viewed as new meat to the faculty and other agents. He was scouted due to his sheer physical prowess and quick reflexes
Biggest Fear: Being stuck in his morphed form and being unable to adjust to regular society like he use to.
Theme Song: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: Rosario has always been an active and boisterous persom even as a child growing up. Whenever a bug managed to make it into their home, he was the brave one that would make it his personal mission to kill it before it could hide away. That courageous streak eventually turned into something mildly violent after his youngest sister had experienced some bullying in school by some older boys that were in 4th grade with Rosario. That was the beginning of his violent and anger fueled tendencies that were only tamed by continuous martial arts training with a focus on muay thai.

But it's not as if he's just a ball of rage, his usual personality is akin to that of friendly dog that always aims to please and protect. Rosario is always confident but not cocky in his own abilities and strength. He views himself as a support pillar that can carry the weight of his friends and family while being reliable. Besides the ones that manage to push him to his limits, he is a harsh judge on himself and the ways that he can improve on himself. Rosario tends to give off a welcoming and open vibe despite his overbearing physique, basically just a big ole kid that can ruin someone's day with a few well placed kicks.

Bio: Rosario had spent the first 7 years of his life growing up in Cuba with an older brother,older sister, a younger sister by 2 years completing their little family of 5. Rosario's life up till that point had been calm as his father was a professional muay thai fighter at the time and his mother ran a moderate sized flower boutique. There were no issues with his parent's marriage and they all grew up un a close knit and loving family. When Rosario was 7, his father received an invitation to become a professional muay thai trainer at relatively well-known gym located in Ottawa, Canada. After talking it over with the entire family to see if they could handle the large scale move, they all came to the decision that they were excited to live in a country much different than the one they knew.

The move itself was quite smooth as the kids easily transitioned into new class settings with little difficulty.Language had not become an issue since they had been speaking English in their home ever since they were small. Rosario's youngest sister, Rosalie was quite shy and still often struggled with English so they decided to wait a year to enroll her. When she finally started attending first grade, she was often teased and picked on by boys around Rosario's age for mild accent and how she mostly kept to herself. It took months before she finally confessed what had been happening to her to Rosario in the hopes that he wouldn't tell their parents. Once he heard the names of the boys, he saw red for awhile and already decided to catch them in the act. Rosario only meant to yell at them but seeing pulling on her hair and telling her to 'go back to where she came from' set him off. No one expected such rage or ferocity from an 8 year old, the two boys were left with bloodied noses, sprained wrists, and one even sustained a mild concussion. His father felt that he couldn't be too harsh on him for standing up for his family so he felt that Rosario needed a better outlet which led to his challenging step into the muay thai world.

Fast forward to the present where a 21 year old Rosario has a solid muscled physique and does his best in furthering his education as an aspiring veterinarian. He still keeps up with his muay thai training and had even won a few competitions in his time. Somehow he had gotten drunk after celebrating the end of one his many exams at a local bar and had ended up in an all out street brawl with a few thugs. They couldn't keep up with a trained athlete and tried to scatter off once they realized they were largely outclassed. The last thing Rosario remembered was letting out a drunken howl of victory. Next thing he knew he was in a room with one woman that was asking whether he would join with them or die. In his confused stupor he shrugged and agreed since he felt that was a rather dumb question. Who would choose death? Wat he didn't know was that the agency called Thunder had plans on making him into a more power focused version of one of their top members, Cassandra. They, however, did not account for Rosario's emotions effecting his transformations and the lack of control he had in the limited forms he was able to grasp. They had essentially labelled him as a knock-off mistake but they couldn't deny that his heightened sense and overwhelming strength made him prime agent material once he gained some control.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Rosario was breathing hard enough that his gasps took form in the chilled air that always seemed to circulate the training facilities. He had a moment of clarity where he wondered why he felt so hot and yet it was cold enough to see his breath. The white tank top that had been in such pristine conditions a few moments ago now lay tattered in scraps at his feet. The baggy sweatpants had barely been able to retain their form against the strain yet managed to appear brand new. "Again Zorro." The voiced carried an air of command while somehow remaining light and mildly innocent. Hazel eyes rose to look the doe-eyed woman dead on as a growl of challenge escaped his tightened jaws. A shudder ran through his body as he tried to force his body to change into something it was not. More sweat poured from his temples and caused his hair to appear more curled than usual.

"I said AGAIN Zorro. Do not make me repeat myself." Even though the volume had not changed, Lyla's smile screamed danger. Rosario's raw animal instincts were telling him to run but it was far too late. 4 pen sized icicles had planted themselves into his arms, this time causing a pain filled howl to echo around the room. If it wasn't for the increased healing he somehow inherited, he would have more than likely bled out. But no, Lyla was fully aware of how much Rosario could handle and had planned to push him to his limits in order to produce viable results. Rosario's body fell forward into a more animal-like position resting on his hands and feet as he tried to picture a wolf and how the animal moved. In an instant the change had started, the cracking and rearranging of his skeleton no longer hurt as much as it did the first shift but it had only become mildly bearable. His hair grew outward and turned a darker shade of brown with a few splotches of white fur littering his chest, stomach, and his newly elongated paws. Surprisingly, his fur retained some of his curl which gave him a soft appearance. Rosario wobbled slightly on his new legs as he tried keep his humanity intact, "I. Did. It...." The low and forced voice traveled off as Rosario lost conscious and fell onto his back. Lyla offered his unflattering display with a rather cheery smile like a proud parent would offer their child, "Not bad at all Zorro, most people still struggle with major transformations by month 3. You're doing quite well for it only being your second week."

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧​

 

[OppositeInverse]

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5'10" ~ Toned and Fit (link)
135 pounds

Birth Name:
KENNEDY MICHELEA AIMÉ

Nicknames:
Kangaroo, Lady Luck

Age:
21

Sexuality:
Heteroflexible

Tattoos / Piercings: N/A

Strengths: Honest • Generous • Genius • Strong-Willed • Compassionate.

Weaknesses: Aloof • Cunning • Dramatic • Sensitive • Critical
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Likes:

• Soccer
• Sports
• Intellect
• Fitness
• Working Out
• Dancing
• Partying
• Eating
• Comics
• Anime
• Chivalry
• Selflessness
• Empathy
• Spirituality

Dislikes:

• Abuse
• Bullying
• Inequality / Unfair treatment
• Repeating herself
• Arrogance

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Quirks/habits:

• Scrunches her lips when she's thinking really hard
• Shrugs when she's being stubborn.
• Most people's CQB fighting revolves around hand to hand combat, and while she is proficient with her hands, Kennedy is ferociously precise and brilliant with her lower body in combat, swift and brutal from her mastery of soccer and dancing. This is why she has the nickname Kangaroo.

Personality:​

Kennedy is a mysterious one, filled with contradictions. She wants security and comfort yet seeks new adventure. She is very helpful to others yet sometimes can be goofy and indifferent. She has a driving, light personality that can be easily hidden beneath a calm, and cool exterior. She's very intellectual. There is always something more that meets the eye, for she always partially hidden behind the shell. She has a deep psyche and intuitive mind that is hidden from the world. She's also deeply analytical and easily aloof, this might be why she has her defense shell in place, to avoid being hurt by others. She is a nurturer so she surrounds herself with people to fill them with joy and hope, but always stays at distance from trusting fully. Therefore Ken's aloof shell keeps her safe from hurt. She is complex, zany, unpredictable and temperamental and needs constant exploration. Should anything cross her morals and her security in a very offensive or violating way, she won't hesitate to take it as far as need be to supplant herself among the high side of opinion and righteousness. That includes mental, emotional, and physical.

Kenny secretly needs to be fulfilled. She also loves and respects discipline and willpower. When she gets the support she need, she has a tremendous amount to offer in return. When Ken gets offended, she tends to shrug it off instead of confronting the persons face to face. This needlessly prolongs to repression. Represses a ton of pain and turmoil inside, since she's so aloof and nurturing she'll never willingly tell anyone what she goes through. If you befriend her, you will stay friends for a long time unless she's betrayed. She has unconditional love and caring more so then any other peer. Most of the psychics of the world are con artists, but her intuition is something special. She has an excellent memory and is very observant and can read people very well. She can usually tell of other people's intentions are good or not. Never try to dupe her, she can see your motives. Kenny has a lot of emotional strife inside, but once she overcomes this large hump of repression and flux, there is practically nothing she can't do. With her strong intuition, sensitivity, powers of observation and intelligence, she will have great success in anything she undertakes. That means for her allies too.

Hometown:
San Juan, Puerto Rico

History (Mild trigger - Assault):

Kennedy was born and raised in Puerto Rico to a loving father and mother. She was raised with tea parties with mommy and sports/video game days with her father. She maintained AB honor roll through school. She played soccer competitively, as her involvement in academic and extracurriculars granted her popularity where she studied to be a great student and athlete for colleges. On the outside she looks fierce, but her aloof yet quietly wise aura does not match her looks. She fell in love with pop culture growing up playing games with her father. She started to read comics and anime and get into the fictional movies and shows as well. She became a top student in the entire country, but her love for futbol managed to get her a full scholarship to a top rated college in America. She had the life in Puerto Rico. Her family were also US Citizens seeing as how Puerto Rico was US Territioty in the Caribbean. She's Caribbean American, more specifically Jamaican, Puerto-Rican, and traces of Italian. The friends, the status, the life. She was happy. That was until 20 years of age, when she decided to practice her soccer in the fields of the college after classes ended from universidad. It was the last day she'd be seen on campus before being reported missing. The truth was that she used her passion of soccer to train and push herself past conventional hours, even after practice. However, this attracted a stranger that managed to lurk on campus. He followed Kennedy as she made her way in the night back to her dormitory. When she saw him, he acted innocent and asked her for directions, when as soon as he was in reaching distance, he slammed her to the ground and attempted to assault her physically and sexually. She tried to scream with all her might, but his hands covered her airways. She was sufficating and on the brink of being forcefully consummated.

Until... Her fading eyes looked upon a open wire from an overhead power line several dozen meters away. This wire sparked a surge of electricity that ran along the cables and out of all the cables, it trickled down to the one right above Kennedy and her attacker. From there, the electricity managed to create sparks that flew from overhead into a trash can, that had contained dumped kerosene from a trucker that threw away the faulty bottle earlier. This created a fire in the trash can that drew the attention of the attacker, to the point he released his grip on Ken's mouth as she gasped for air. This gave her enough time to rock her assailant in the face, but it wasn't the punch that shocked her, it was the reaction. The attacker unknown to her had facial surgery after a freak truck accident years prior, so he had one steel bolt in his jawline. Ken managed to punch right on the exact spot the bolt was, resulting in a laceration that exposed the gashing bolt. The attacker stumbles back in pain, as he managed to fall right in front of the overhead power line, that sent another surge down as he touched the carbon tubing on the pole, sending a shock through his entire body using his jaw bolt as a ground. This fried his face as he screamed in agony, the disorienting pain sending him into a frenzy as he runs and falls into the burning trash can. Kennedy could only watch in shock and horror as it all happened so fast in front of her. But then, she vanished. She never made it back to her dorm.

The policia never found her nor her body, and after months, the search was called off and her case was officially closed. People had assumed the worst. But the truth was, it was even worse than death. Kennedy was alive, but she was subject to something much worse. Thunder. The choices and realizations she went through weren't ideal, but somehow, someway... not only was she a survivor, she managed to even thrive and excel the members of such a mysterious cause in the short time she had been recruited by the clandestine organization. This only made her more aloof yet at the same time more empowered, but she never lost her wits. She never lost her identity. She would make a mark to herself more than anything that she was special, and that she was meant to make a lasting impact in the universe more than anticipated.


Superpower:
Probability Manipulation - Kennedy has the power to manipulate the probability of an event to happen, making unlikely things occur more often or instantly and preventing liable events from happening. She can cause and prevent both good and bad luck, sudden deaths, natural disasters, and even catastrophic events. Basically, causing unlikely things to happen or likely things not to happen.


Weakness (power): ​

• Limited to things that are possible i.e. the possibility of a given event must be above 0% to cause it and less than 100% to prevent it (in certain cases, the probability of a given event might also need to be above 0% to cause it and less than 100% to prevent it) and/or to manipulate a given event; can't make the impossible happen and can't prevent the absolute from happening (e.g. cannot make a world in which a given thing exists and does not exists in the same sense at the same time); can at most make the highly unlikely happen and/or prevent the highly likely from happening. In other words, this power is limited by causality, logic, reality, and truth.
• Effort/strength required is inversely proportional to the likelihood of the event happening (harder to make rarer things happen).
• May be capable affecting the past only if it is unknown (e.g. winning the lottery after having purchased a ticket only if no one knew what numbers were on the ticket, or opening a box and finding it full of gold coins only if no one knew what was supposed to be inside the box nor how much it weighed).
• If the probability is actually measured for [blank], then it might cause other equally-likely/unlikely things to happen as a domino effect.

Level: Four

Time at Thunder: 9 months; Still fresh to the cause.

Biggest Fears:
Not making a difference
Being alone forever


Theme Song:



Relationships: N/A [until accepted]​

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Spoiler: Writing Sample (Another RP)

Neoa paced back and forth through the dim lit corridor, hearing the sobs and shivers of the people in front of her. A man lie dead on the floor, blood leaking from his half flesh, half alloy cranium as his woman and what Neoa could only assume to be his other woman kneeled in front her, the nerves of fear and adrenaline driving through them as they faced the rush of mortality. Neoa could detect the adrenaline in them, sense it even. She could feel it, almost smell it. She inhales deeply before releasing a sigh of bliss and composure. "I can almost taste the adrenaline. It was really simple. King gave you... well him, a synthetic organ. The currency he used ended up being no good. It didn't clear." The woman closest to the body stammers as she musters enough to speak up. "B- But he paid y-you extra credits alread-dy...." Neoa nods compassionately, understanding the sentiment of the torn ladies in front of her. "True, but he wanted more. I wouldn't be here if the deal was legit. He made an agreement with The King, he didn't meet up on that. So... someone has to pay up. There's this super old saying... and eye for an eye right? "

"Please! Miss Eschatos... we didn't know anything! I don't have any money, but I have information! It may be why he flaked! There's someone else that was trying to sell him cyberware, said they could augment his eye better than whoever supplied him! Please!" Neoa laid back on their bed, the blankets still mangled and ridden with the stench of romance and flesh. She looked up at the ceiling in a mesmerized thought. Another? Excuse the hell out of her!? Another supplier? On this side of Ark City? Neoa could consider the woman was lying in fight or flight response, but Neoa would have to check the data logs. Of course upon the thought, the purple eyed Queen sprung up from her resting position, her opposite forearm from her tattoo displaying a purple interface in which she started to link into the city's network. The two damsels looked at Neoa with a fearful awe, not just of what she did to the man, but that she had such an exclusive and intellectual skillset as well. They now understood why she got her name. Neoa browsed through hundreds of thousands of video feeds, data files, and logs until she cross referenced the query involving the name of the man she just killed, Caymen.

Sure enough, there was one video... just one through the cities cameras, drones, and surveillance that shows Caymen days before with a cloaked man a block away from his house (where she currently was). She took a screenshot and optimized the image to make it a bit more clear, the cloak still hiding the person's face. But, the side piece's story seems to maybe check out. This could be staged. Neoa would usually think to kill anyone who would be a risk, but she figured if there was another party at play, they'd get to them soon enough. Which Neoa could use to their advantage. "You know, I'm not as savage as King. I might let you guys live, but you have to realize if what you're saying is true, then they're going to come after you. His credits weren't good, which means he's dead, and they don't have their money either. Bad news for you guys. They'll assume you took it, have it, or will have it and make you pay. OR you could work it off, with us. We're reasonable. That way you won't die, and you could make some credits and be under protection.... until I decide I don't want that anymore. Depends on how you play ball. So... what's it gonna be ladies? Eye for an eye? Or Fruits of your labor?"

They silently looked at each other, fear prevalent in their gaze. Neoa was a psychological assassin, breaking down their most core instincts and using them to her advantage. She was right however, it wasn't manipulation if it was the honest truth. Neoa studied psychology as well as cyber and cryptoscience. They were seeing firsthand what power looked like. Away from thugs and men, away from resources, true power was maintaining your prowess even when you were all alone. Even though Neoa wasn't. A dozen trained men waited on the other side of the home under Xander's orders to protect his Queen. Usually Neoa wasn't this hands on but she craved adventure, and was rather bored cooking all day. The main chick speaks up "...Okay."

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Neoa walks out behind the two ladies as the men looked at the body, intuitively knowing to get rid of it. "Get his eye implant out undamaged. If what these two just told me is true King's gonna want it back, but he won't be happy." One of the trusted men, Gilroy speaks up. "Damn, that sucks. I'm glad it's you giving the bad news and not me... last time I think he almost chopped my hand off." Neoa laughs, before getting serious. "Who's to say I won't? You think I'm sackless??" Gilroy shakes his head rapidly, thinking of what to say. Neoa chuckles and punches him on the shoulder. "Dude I'm screwing with you, relax." They put the two girls in the rear convoy as the Queen hops in the sleek sedan with Gilroy and a few men. People murmur and watch as the vehicles that were too luxurious and exclusive to be in this part of town start to drive on the streets, before boosting into propulsion and heading upwards into the heights of Ark City. It was very much Xander's empire, Neoa wasn't naive to believe she'd worked as hard as him to get where he was, she couldn't be more proud of him. He was up and coming when they met, and she was just a girl who loved to be savage. Who would've thought they'd be consensus Kingpin and Queen Bee of the Ark City black sector? They managed to get a nice place in the Luxury District, which was the second highest district under the Military / Corporate District. Most people thought it was risky to live under them with such a lifestyle as theirs, but really... it's the perfect plan. The enforcement and police always are attracted to criminal underbellies, so if they're so busy in the trenches, why would they ever feel the need to look up?

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Miscellaneous Skills. ​

• Very fit from exercising, sparring, and doing grueling workouts in her downtime.
• She's learning to break dance for fun, only because it involves footwork.
• She can speak Spanish, English, Patois, and Italian.
• Very good body control and feet control from her time playing soccer. Adept agility and endurance.

 

[doneanddusted]

Nora Smith
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Power: Mimicry

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• Appearance
• Diggin' In Deep
• Thunder Stuff
• Others

• 
  Nora is a young woman of around 165 cm with a weight of around idk she's healthy. She leans very slightly to the chubby side. She's of Caucasian descent: her skin is subtly tanned, her hair is dark brown - and usually pulled into a ponytail- and her eyes are hazel. Nora tends to wear loose, comfortable clothing. She's practically blind without her glasses.
  
  
• 
  Biography: Nora was born into a typical suburbia as the younger sibling to a drug junkie sister. She used to be incredibly energetic, however after middle school, she began to keep mostly to herself, as a result of some petty friendship drama. She went through plenty of phases in high school, falling in and out with different friends; in the end she came out of high school as a sarcastic and apathetic but overall pleasant individual. She’d always attributed her empathy powers to some kind of godly intuition.
  
  Her passion had always been in food. From a young age Nora would go around cooking dinners and delicious desserts for friends and family. That was something that never left her. It was a source of pride, a source of insecurity; the only thing she thought she could make a career out of- pitiful but… oddly okay.
  
  After coming out of high school, Nora went into a culinary college, up until she “died”.
  
  Personality: A rather chill individual. Despite her apathetic and seemingly level-headed look at things, she’s generally impulsive, spontaneous, and incredibly emotional. She spends her time lazing around, motivated only by deadlines and random bursts of 1 am inspiration. Despite her apathetic attitude, she cares a lot about people.
  
  Likes: Food, cooking, music
  Dislikes: Large crowds of people, confrontation, lies
  Biggest Fear: Failure- she knows the path of being a culinary person is a shaky one and the possibility of not turning out as well as she’d want terrifies her.
  Strengths: A good cook, generally chill, good person to tell secrets to, can tell if you’re lying
  Weaknesses: Lazy, dismisses own problems, a little dense, impulsive
  Quirks/Habits: Stress eats. A lot. Also has a tendency to sigh a lot.
  
  
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  Power: Mimicry- ultimately she can shapeshift into what she sees + the classic mimicry stuff, but for now she just has heightened empathy and some very vague mind reading.
  Weakness: The mind reading / empathy is rather vague until she focuses on a single person; she can also get overwhelmed in a group because of how many or how powerful their thoughts / emotions may be. Additionally, the longer she focuses, the more drained she gets.
  Level: V
  Time at Thunder: She literally just got there
  
  
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  Theme Song: Literally anyone screaming “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING” works
  
  Relationships: N/A
  
  

Writing Sample

Spoiler

I see Alex all the time; in the hallways, during class, right before lunch- places where we used to exchange banter, or watch stupid videos together, or toke it up and act like existential idiots. It’s like first time I met her, but all my feelings are turned inside out. Instead of excitement, I feel dread. Instead of glee, I feel shame. Sometimes I wonder how she thought of the whole… break up? I guess that’s what they call it when friends fall apart. Does she care? Probably not- she never cared. God, I miss her so much.

Another gust of wind. I shiver a bit- I should’ve bought myself a winter coat when I still had the time.

“Sarah.”

I look around to see Reuben. He has an unamused sort of look on his face.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he sits down on the bench, careful to leave some space between the two of us.

“What thing?” I ask.

“That thing where you lose yourself in some deep thought. And then, when someone asks if something’s up, you say, ‘Oh, it’s nothing, I’m just tired.’”

“I-”

“There are better excuses,” Reuben says with a small smile.

I don’t really know how to reply, so I just stare ahead.

“What’s wrong?”

I press my lips together. Every emotion associated with Alex rises up inside my chest, pressing against my lips, threatening to spill out like a flood; like some horrible, horrible tsunami. As much as I hate the storm inside of me… I don’t want to let go of it. I don’t want to feel better. No, it’s not just that. It’s my fault. I deserve to feel this way. What could Reuben do anyways?

“Nothing,” I mumble. “I was just thinking about what I’m going to do with my friend’s dog.”

Reuben looks like he doesn’t believe me at all, but he doesn’t say anything. And so we sit in silence, watching the world move by, ignoring the frosty wind and the small flakes of snow.

 

[Athens]

• Petra
• Rhys

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  ↱Petra Hoxley

  
  name. petra adora hoxley
  nickname. salem
  age. 24
  gender. cis-gender female
  sexual orientation. bisexual
  eye color. dark brown
  hair color. blonde (bleached) and dark brown
  height. 5'7''
  weight. 125lbs
  tattoos/piercings/ect. pierced left ear and a curled up snake tattooed between her shoulder blades

  SIN ↲

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  /coded by allure/

  A SPECK

  
  personality. Petra is a snide young woman and catty in more than just the literal definition of word; she exudes a rather snake/cat-like air how she interacts with people. although, her tolerance for polite conversations with others is particularly low, she does gain enjoyment from toying and bantering with them. For how caustic Petra may be she does hold an unspoken soft spot for the cute and silly or what she refers to as the pathetic. She values the innocent.
  
  Throughout her life, trust has never held much weight as an aspect for Petra and she's quite blatant in her stance that she doesn't trust her associates and she doesn't expect them to trust her; she loses and gains nothing from their "trust" in her so they should save it for someone else, but in the offhand case that one were to spill their secrets to Petra (who has never been the secretive type, herself, finding it pointless overall) she's loyal enough to not share what is not hers to tell. Petra views being hardworking as one of the more desirable traits for a person to have and leads that philosophy by example, but her refusal to fail in the name of being "hardworking" leads her down a destructive path of functioning such as forcing herself past her limits on occasion even when she knows it's not the wise course of action, and even if she chooses the right course and backs down she'll beat herself up for not completing her task.
  
  Finally, although Salem prioritizes her duties as an assassin, it does not translate to her as a person outside of missions. When it's not mission first, Petra tends to have a knack for inflaming situations with her words (a firm believer in taking the problem to the person) and refuses to back down on her stance lest she be indisputably proven wrong. She's known for being snippy and in the occasion that she loses her cool, she's ready to fight.
  likes. combat, taunting, dogs, challenges, success, coffee, hot chocolate
  dislikes. overt enthusiasm, losing, nosiness, caffeine, nail-biters, water
  strengths. Petra will ensure a job gets done to the best of her ability | She's highly intuitive | she works very well with children and animals
  weaknesses. Petra does not try to get along with others; She's uncompromising. | she puts her own self-interests first. | she takes losses hard. |
  quirks/habits. when she's aggravated she digs her nails into things | she rolls up her sleeves when focused | she takes her time with just about everything
  

  
  

  IN THE EYES

  
  power. matter state shift
  weakness. turning herself into a gas is typically a last resort course of action and will harm her severely mentally and physically. | if she uses her powers too frequently she may lose control of her forms and liquefy
  level. 2
  time at thunder. 6 years
  biggest fear. to become an outcast/be kicked out of SIN
  theme song.
  

  
  

  OF GOD

  
  bio. Petra drowned.
  It's not the start of her story but, when it comes to being at SIN, it's the part people always care to hear. "An unfortunate accident" no doubt is what her mother would say to inquirers; a true embodiment of the deceitful businesswoman who just so happened to have offspring. She'd recount the story in few details weaving the abridged tale as she wet about her daughter's relationship with a young man who wasn't who he said he was, how he tore down her defenses, made her trust him, and murdered get in the shallow end of their pool.
  
  Those who heard the story would believe it. What reason would they have to be skeptical of the accounts of a mother who's lost her child? How could they know the truth about what the witch let happen? What she did.
  
  Petra's father left he picture when she was a pre-teen having moved out of country to continue his career without her mother berating and harassing him. He never visited and forwarded all Morgana's call someone vent if they were a about Petra. If it was really important, Petra could contact him herself, he says. Heaven forbid she were hospitalized... Or dead. The ghosting from Petra's father left her mother bitter (the two never legally divorced) and she decided to channel that bitterness into passive aggression towards the daughter she never wanted to begin. She had a kid because Adam wanted the kid, not her. Having a child slowed down her career and made her look weak to her male colleagues. She hated children... She hated Petra, probably.
  
  It didn't take long for Petra's mother to take to dating like-minded men to replace her wretched husband and join in her cruel treatment of her daughter. Petra didn't stay silent, though. She always had a snippy retort to her mothers insults and a friend's place to stay if things got out of hands. She was quick to take up self-defense methods after the first time one of her mother's boyfriends slapped her and was quick to remind the others when they approached her too threateningly and too quick.
  
  Even so, this wasn't a sure-fire method to stop her mother's aggression. So long as her mother was a respected woman of their town and painted Petra out as the runaway problem child, Petra was stuck in a dangerous situation that had the tables turned against her. Who knew what the snake of a woman would do...
  
  It wasn't until Petra turned 18 and her boyfriend of 3 years suggesting she moved in with him that she thought she might have found a way out. If there was a person Morgana seemed to hate more than Petra, it was Jordan. He was always "slumming around" the house as she put it, he was quick to come to Petra's defense even when it resulted in the cops being called to take him away on many occasions, and he was poor. When Petra arrived home after weeks with that trashy boy by her side, announcing that she wasn't moving in with him... Morgana lost it. She attacked Petra by the poolside spitting violent words as she choked her. Jordan try to come to the rescue as her mother forced her onto the ground and shoved, not only her head but, her upper torso into the water, but mommy' latest boy toy decided to take out his revenge for getting the lights punched out of his last week and began beating him.
  
  It wasn't a quick death. Drowning never is.
  
  When she awoke at SIN, she didn't say or do much for the first month or so. She was a shell. Seething and wailing on the inside. Nothing really clicked for Petra; She was completely dissociated. It wasn't until SIN showed her the aftermath of her supposed "death" and that her boyfriend had been framed for it that she snapped back to reality... She was so angry. There was so much pain in her that she didn't know what to do with except to take it out in the trainings they wanted her to do. It was an outlet that helped her to burn off the life that had ruined her. The life that was no more. With SIN, Petra changed, but in her mind it was for the better; she was no longer weak or vulnerable and she would never go back to that so long as she was with SIN.
  relationships. N/A
  

  Spoiler: Writing Sample (Past rp)

  The music of the masquerade thrummed in Olivier's veins like it was his lifeblood as he hummed and swayed his way through the partygoers. Save for his sanctuary in his apothecary, Olivier felt most at home amongst the people dancing, celebrating, and thriving. At this moment, Olivier was more than thriving with the spirits that were coursing their way into his bloodstream.
  
  "Pardon me, love," Olivier grunted easing his way past a young woman with a flush that mirrored his with a fierceness that made him wonder with a bitter, self-aware kind of humor if they were long lost bosom twins of the pint. This made him pause, giving the young woman a mischievous smile. "Don't let anyone know," he murmured leaning into her presence. "but I think we might be more than a little tipsy." The two chortled along together at this revelation.
  
  "Well," The woman began, swaying on her feet like she were a nymph that were to be swept away by the invisible wind at any moment. "I reckon that so as long as we don't get up to too much mayhem that they just might give us a pass. The civilians are always a little too eager to celebrate when it comes to anything involving the king of kings, no?"
  
  The two wasted no time coming in developing an unspoken understanding between each other. Together, they chuckled, bantered, danced, and made far too many inappropriate comments to passing nobility just to watch the outrage on their face as they tromped by. If Olivier were to be recognized and his comments were to get back to his... superior he would be in it for. He couldn't find it in him to care, though, he'd had a rough week, his mates had stopped contacting him, and he was sick of fucking land legs. All If her morhIf her my this, plus other stressors that he'd rather not put his inebriated head in a tizzy over meant that he needed (more than a few) stiff ones if he were to be congenial at a masquerade for a lot he couldn't give two shits less for if he tried. If not for the bright guile to his visage and thickness of his accent from a neglected native tongue, he could have passed himself off to those who knew him as Olivier, imperium apothecary, occasional assistant to the doctor, feeling a tad more sociable than usual. If not for his uncontrollable, physical giveaways.
  
  After a while, his escapades with the young lady, whom he learned was named Gale, grew stale and he decided now was the time to depart and leave their meeting on a good. "We'll, dear Gale this seems to be fate's call for us to part ways," he mused watching with interest at a dancer across the way. "I assumed as much. Not the type to stay in one place for long, eh?" She responded with a smirk. "From the tales you told, it makes one wonder why now you've planted roots when it's clearly not what you want."
  
  Olivier didn't giver her answer, waving away the intrusive question. "Maybe I'll see you around..." He was already making his way through the sea of people when her hand caught his shoulder stopping him.
  
  "Stay safe brother."
  
  Olivier tore his gaze away from hers and weaved his was over to the beautiful dancer. From the corner of his eye he noticed a face that he heard word of on and off inside the imperium and although he chuckled, he made notion to stop and talk to the man, only making a small comment to himself as he passed. "Prince Apollo... It's quite a many days since his face graced the inside of these walls."
  
  He reached the circle where the belly dancer who had peaked his interest danced with what he presumed were her sisters. The air around her reminded him of a night out in a seaport when he was still fresh faced to the world of being a pirate. He was cocky over his gains, he was young and wanted to have body to keep him warm before he was due to depart -just like his seniors. He got robbed blind of all his shares after one two many rounds.
  
  It was thrilling.
  
  He wouldn't mind dancing with the woman. Instincts be damned, if she wanted to take advantage of his inebriated state, he wouldnt care less. Worldly possession had lost their gleam anyways... Now, if only she would catch his eye.
  
  
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  ↱Rhys Zeller

  
  name. rhys alexander zeller
  nickname. raz
  age. 22
  gender. cis-gender male
  sexual orientation. heterosexual
  eye color. blue
  hair color. brunette
  height. 5'8''
  weight. 149lbs
  tattoos/piercings/ect. N/A

  SIN ↲

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  /coded by allure/

  TO HATE

  
  personality. Rhys is an inflammatory personality type that gets a thrill out of butting heads and being in control. In an ideal world, Rhys would have the control and power he desires without the responsibility that comes with it; he’s very adverse to making decisions and being held accountable for anything.
  
  His main philosophy in life is boil down to self-interest which is why he holds such a neutral position and holds no strong opinions on the things that don't affect him. He makes it a habit of not giving direct answers to things; Sometimes it’s for legitimate reasons, but most of the time it’s because it’s entertaining to him. Rhys rarely talks about himself so anything he mentions outside of his hobbies are likely a lie said to appease those nosing around in his business and get them off his back; he tells people what they want to hear or what they need to hear to leave him be.
  
  Rhys can get a bit cocky a times; he’s not a flirt, per say, but he does enjoy catching the female attention. He’s a thrill-seeker and can’t function with some sort of stimulation (that he hasn't developed a tolerance to) and along with this, any attention whether negative or positive is something of enjoyment for him. He’s accustomed to a life of getting into scuffles and pissing off the other guy to appease the restless energy in him, although he’s cooled off a bit since joining SIN.
  
  Although he may be a bit problematic, he vibes rather well with others when he’s not inclined to brush people off or punch them in the face. He actually enjoys having conversations and when he’s in the mood for them and doesn’t mind listening if you buy him a drink. He might even be inclined to spare some wisdom if you’re really lucky, but it's still best to not expect too much of him.
  likes. games, old films, trinkets, summer, physical contact, fighting
  dislikes. the cold, puzzles, debates, medicine, interrogations, staticness
  strengths. great fighter, intelligent, observant, experienced, crafty,
  weaknesses. self-involved, impulsive, aggweaknessesressive, compulsive lying tendencies, destructive
  quirks/habits. Chews on the ends of his pens | he sneers when speaking
  

  
  

  THE SIN

  
  power. intangibility
  weakness. Rhys’ focus is everything for his powers & he may be unable to have or accidentally phase through things if not focused | The stronger the material, themore focus and force it takes for Rhys to phase —some materials are impossible for him to phase through
  level. 3
  time at thunder. 4
  biggest fear. death
  theme song.
  

  
  

  OR THE SINNER

  
  bio. Rhys lived in a household that smothered him in all kinds of attention -negative and positive; He hated it. He hated that his father picked drunken fights him when he had disagreements with his mother; He'd never put hands on a woman so his offspring was a second best, right? He hated how his mother gave him sad looks after he fought with his father and whimpered pathetic sorries and meaningly words just to inflict her own verbal a use the next morning over anything and everything. Her favorite was attacking imp for arguing with his father, ironically. He couldn't bring himself to hate his parents, but he hated the household he lived in. So at 17, he ran away and took to living with an estranged uncle.
  
  Rhys' uncle wasn't a good man. He was a rather sick individual whose favorite past time was making bets at underground fighting rings while harassing women, but he never fought with Rhys. Never paid any attention to him, really, except for when he dragged Rhys along to the fighting ring to be his running man. That's where it went wrong for Rhys...
  
  His uncle wanted to Rhys to collect his money from a bet one night. Rhys, freshly 18, didn't think much of it. It wouldn't be the first time his uncle made him do his dirty work, and once he learned that Rhys had fighting experience both trained and... Well you know... He didn't think twice about sending Rhys and his handy fists on their way. This particular night, the men paying out didn't want to hear it. A gun was pulled out without hesitation and the club was in chaos as Rhys laid bleeding out on the floor and his uncle slipped out amongst the running spectators merely shooting his nephew a panicked glance as he made his escape before his enemies caught notice of him.
  
  Waking up in SIN wasn't a pleasant experience for Rhys. He's a fighter in nature first, and that got him into a lot of shit in the beginning, but Rhys had enough common sense to get with the program and decide that his best option was to survive and make the best out of his situation.
  relationships. N/A [until accepted]
  

  Spoiler: Writing Sample (Present rp)

  Artemis could not find his bag. He'd scoured his bedroom, the living area, and even his siblings' rooms with no such luck, and although he wasn't panicking yet, he was well on his way to getting there.
  
  At the suggestion of his mother on her way out the door, Artemis sat on the recliner and took a breather as he bid her farewell.
  
  "Artemis?"
  
  "Yes, mum?"
  
  She smiled, shrugging on her coat, "Don't lose your head, alright? I'm sure you'll find it." Stephanie walked over to her son's slouched form and pressed a kiss between his brows and made him hold eye contact with him. It was a habit she'd developed to calm him and his siblings down when they were stressing out, and as always, it worked in an instant making Artemis' tense shoulders loosen as he met her warm gaze. "I know it's not just your bag that's got you all worked up, but a little bit of nerves are okay. You're starting a new, and lest us forget magical, boarding school! But one thing I pride myself on is knowing who my babies have become as people, and you, Artemis Joel Avenatti, will do just fine." Artemis rolled his eyes at being referred to as her baby, but there was a smile in the corner of his lips.
  '
  "When you arrive, don't forget to send a letter, email, or however it works at "wizarding" schools back home, okay. I have to know your safe," She gave him another kiss to his forehead. "I'm sorry dad and I can't be there with you, but I'm sure your brother and sister will give you a warm send-off. You're a brilliant boy! Bye, love you. Be safe. Make friends. And all the other usual things." Mrs. Avenatti flourished out the door sending her son one last wave as she ducked into her car and pulled out of the driveway. He couldn't help but wish she could stay.
  
  "Hey, ready to hit the road, goddess of the hunt?" Artemis scoffed shooting his sister an unamused look.
  
  "I would be if I could only find my bag," he stood up stretching with an unnecessary amount of aggression. "I've searched everywhere for it, and... zilch."
  
  Athena stared at him blankly. "Seriously?"
  
  "What?"
  
  "You put it in my trunk last night, Koalemos."
  
  Artemis frowned, shaking his head. "No, I didn't?"
  
  "Uh, yes you did. You insisted that you didn't want to lug it out to the car the next morning, even though I said you were going to forget it just like how you forget everything else. If I were to bet, you've been looking for it most of the morning." Athena smirked flicking him behind his ear.
  
  "Stop acting like you know everything," Artemis skirted away from her, grabbing his jacket. "And I'm not stupid, so stop calling me Koalemos."
  
  "Well, you sure act like it." Athena mused snatching up her coat and heading out the door with a slight bounce in her step. Artemis followed suit, shrugging the fabric on and heading out the door to find his brother sitting on the trunk of his sister's car. He looked way too pleased with himself at the scowling expression on their sister's face. If Artemis were to bet, she really wanted to shove him right onto the ground... And she did. Apollo hoisted himself up off of the gravel, seemingly unphased, but there was a tick in the left corner of his jaw that gave him away to Artemis; it was the same tick he pointed out on his twin's face whenever he taunted him.
  
  "Is Artie finished scrambling around so we can leave now?"
  
  "Just get in the car, Apollo," Artemis and Athena retorted.
  
  

  ~@~@~@~
  ​

  After saying his goodbyes to his siblings, and winding up a candid shot for an inconsiderate reporter, Artemis made his way through the park to find the Ilvermorny transportation for Group 12.
  
  On his way to the gathering spot for the students, he spied a kid around his age take a hard hit on the ground and winced. Imagine his surprise when not only did he find his means of transportation (a bloody hot air balloon with a dragon) but also the kid he'd seen earlier scrambling inside. The kid was more of a fleeting afterthought in his mind at the sight of the dragon tucked away in a metal burner. Artemis was slow to board, too caught up in staring in mortified fascination at the creature to move all that much. "Holy hell," he whispered to himself. "I didn't even think that all the hocus pocus creatures could be real too. I hope there's some sorts of magic keeping you in there; seeing a dragon is already a bit of a culture shock. I think I'll have an aneurysm if you come popping out of there too."Finally, he entered the basket and looked around at the others inside. Three girls. One guy. Hopefully, he wasn't the only nonmagical one on board so far...
  
  He took a spot next the kid tucked into the corner and poked him in the shoulder. "Well, how are you going to strike up a conversation from all the way over here?" He turned his attention to the three girls also and mustered a smile. "So this is honestly open to whoever can answer it, but what kind of small talk do wizards make? Is the adults' politics talk just as dull as listening to my aunt and mum every Sunday afternoon?" He paused, before following up with, "I'm Artemis, by the way. Artemis Avenatti, and a native Londoner."
  
  

 

[Peri-winkle]

william kaplan,

the scarlet sorcerer

full name: william quentin kaplan
nickname: will , billy , wiccan
age: 20
gender: male
sexuality: homo
birthplace: milwaukee, wisconsin

a p p e a r a n c e
faceclaim: manu rios
height: 6'0"
weight: 149 lbs.
hair color: brown
eye color: green
markings: pierced ears
preferred clothing: x

p e r s o n a
personality: billy is a serious and introverted individual with emotional fragility due to his upbringing. At his core however, william has a caring personality devoted to protecting the greater good, and a willingness to fight for what he's been told is "right". While he is very passionate about his beliefs and quite direct about how he feels, this has proven to be a deadly flaw, as it makes him prone to impulsiveness and error. Although capable of acknowledging his mistakes and learning from them as well, billy feels the burden of guilt and remorse for his actions, which has led to times of inaction.
likes: pastries , horror films , cold weather
dislikes: crowds , being submissive ,
strengths: conscientious , debonair , self-reliant , systematic
weaknesses: cynical , stolid , domineering , capricious
quirks/habits: cracks his knuckles frequently , he shuts himself off from others when he's upset

p o w e r s
power: micro-cellular manipulation: billy has the ability to mentally manipulate and levitate matter by means of psionic energy. this extends to projecting his own psionic and telekinetic energy as blasts, streams, waves and bolts. this energy manifests in any shape or form, outlining his telekinetic spheres of influence, as the energy is visible in a reddish color. in addition, William can to use this power to move himself through the air and simulate a limited approximation of flight, as well as generate a highly durable force field that he can shape and conform to how he sees fit. furthermore, billy can also generate solid constructs such as disks, daggers, orbs, and platforms. he can also conjure clothing, food, and objects/décor.
weakness: billy's physical condition is key factor in his efficiency and success in performing his abilities. if he is not well-rested, alert, or overall healthy, than his abilities will not be able to attain the desirable results. plus, if will is overworked and becomes fatigued, his abilities will backfire on him.
level: two
time at thunder: fifteen years
biggest fear:
theme song: fear it, or control it

b a c k g r o u n d
history: WIP

r e l a t i o n s h i p s
tba

Spoiler: writing sample

WIP

 

[a z u l a]

“I was filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage.”

Name:
Katia "Kat" Vaughn

Alias:
Mirage

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Eye Color:
Emerald green

Hair Color:
Dark-brown, long and wavy

Height:
5'6

Weight:
134 lbs

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:

Spoiler: Moon Tattoo

Spoiler: Scorpio Tattoo

Spoiler: Mountain Tattoo - Bicep

Spoiler: Rose tattoo

Likes:
- Fighting
-Flirting
-Revenge
- Working out
- The outdoors/nature
- Animals
- Storms
- The moon
- Rock music
- Art
- Literature

Dislikes:
- Authority figures
-Being told what to do
- Not being good enough
- Failure (hers or others)
- People who are too happy
- Being an outcast
- Being misunderstood


Strengths:
- Willing to die for her cause
- Fearless
- Selfless
- Protective
- Martial arts
- Athleticism
- Good with most weapons
- Her good looks and small stature are deceiving

Weaknesses:
- Impulsive
- Stubborn
- Quick to be defensive
- Afraid to get close to anyone
- Making quick decisions
- Too cocky sometimes
- Insecure

Quirks/Habits:
Twirling her hair when she's flirting (or pretending to)
Clenching her fists when she's stressed or angry
Going days not talking to anyone when she's upset
Sarcasm
Doesn't like to stay still

Power:
- Illusion. Katia is able to create illusions of the mind so powerful that they seem real. Her powers range from being able to paralyze her victims from fear by making them live their worst nightmare to causing her victim to experience strong feelings of attraction to her and luring them into her trap.
- Telekinesis: Katia is able to move objects with her mind.
- Mixed Martial Arts
- Weapons: formidable with most weapons but usually prefers a blade

Weakness (related to power):
- Exhaustion caused by exerting too much energy on long illusions
- Her illusions can be too powerful and kill her target on accident
- The longer the illusion the less effective it is
- She is only 5'2 and lightweight
- Her emotions often take over her powers

Level:
2

Time at Thunder:
10 years

Biggest Fear:
Ruining everything she touches, not being enough, hurting those she cares about.

Theme Song:

All I Want - A Day To Remember

​

Personality:
Katia is extremely cynical and closed off, pushing away anyone who tries to get too close. Though she has spent years training she can't seem to get a complete hold on her emotions which is the only thing holding her back from leveling up. She has become a ruthless killer and completes mission with ease, however her temper and impulsive nature cause S.I.N. to distrust her despite her stellar performance. Katia is angry about her past and without anyone to talk to about he feelings she bottles up her emotions, often lashes out at anyone around her.

Deep down all Katia wants is someone to love her, but she's so afraid of hurting others that she refuses to let herself get close to anyone. Her tough attitude is a cover for her deep insecurities, she is immediately defensive around people because she assumes they'll think of her the same way she views herself, as a monster She would be a fiercely loyal friend to anyone who managed to get through to her, but with her powers constantly acting out any time she has a mood swing she's afraid to even try to make friends, so her bad attitude is a defense mechanism to keep people from interacting with her. After being abused she is cautious and doesn't like when people touch her, always needing to be in control of the situation. Despite her fear of closeness, she is a huge flirt, it keeps her from getting bored.


Bio:
Katia doesn't ever remember having a family. She has no idea who her father is and her mother had been born with powers like her, but she had refused to join S.I.N. when Kat was young and was murdered for her refusal. The toddler eventually ended up at an orphanage, but she had never been homed for very long. Katia was a lot to handle, even as child, and had been bounced from foster home to foster home with long stays at the orphanage in between.

When Katia was eight she had been placed in the worst foster home yet, the couple who'd adopted her greedy for the state's money and uncaring about their foster child. The father had been a drunk and the mother was addicted to pain pills, and when they weren't beating each other they were beating her. It had gone on almost two years before the little girl finally snapped. Her foster father had come home belligerent and headed straight for the sleeping child, slamming her against the wall before she'd even registered what was happening. The beating had been awful, several bones had been broken and her body littered with a smattering of blue and purple bruises. As he wrapped his hand around her fragile throat she felt something awaken in her, wishing the worst kind of death on her abuser.

Without knowing it, Katia had unleashed her premature powers on the burly man with his hands around her windpipe. With little knowledge of how her powers worked she let the rage consume her, overloading his weakened brain and accidentally killing him. Young Kat had been so afraid of what she'd done she ran, leaving her horrible old life behind. It only took a matter of hours for S.I.N. to find her, and without a family and eager to run away from her horrible deed she'd eagerly joined.

Katia trained hard and eagerly, desperate to get a hold on her powers before she hurt anyone else. It wasn't until she was sixteen that she found out what had really happened to her mother, that S.I.N. had murdered her for wanting to stay with her child. The information had destroyed her and her loyalty to S.I.N., but with no way out she was stuck in captivity to plot her revenge.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

The last few weeks had been an absolute disaster. As one of Kylo Ren's infamous Knights of Ren, Kataly'a had been lucky enough to survive the explosion of the Finalizer as she was away on mission with one of her fellow Knights putting down a rebellion on Athulla. The Sith princess had been distraught to hear of the mutiny that occurred on Crait, though relieved that somehow Kylo had managed to survive through sheer force of hatred. The Knights themselves had then been thrown into chaos, now that Snoke was dead and Kylo had declared himself Supreme Leader and then been betrayed by half of his army, the Knights were weary of their situation. Most of the Knights had been loyal enough to stay with their leader, but a handful had forsaken their role and headed off on their own instead. None had ben stupid enough to join Michal and his army of traitors.

They had rallied up what was left of their troops and allies, rebuilding the First Order with the ashes that remained. It was going to take them years to rebuild the once great empire, and the resistance was all but forgotten in Kylo's quest for revenge. The entire galaxy had seemed to revert to anarchy, their alliances shifted three ways as they fought to rebuild order, making Kylo's mission even harder as once allies turned on him.

After quickly becoming the new Supreme Leader's second in command, Kataly'a felt like she was living in a permanent state of chaos. Between running around their salvaged base trying to bring order to their anxious army, pushing them harder in training than before to be able to defeat their mutinous allies, or visiting possible allies to support their rebirth, the warrior princess couldn't seem to catch a break. It was exhausting, and the Knight Commander had been more than excited to hear she was being given a priority solo mission.

The mission was simple, and after reading Michal's case file she was prepared to extract their revenge and reclaim the First Order. It was blasphemous to allow a non-Force user to pretend to be their leader, Snoke would have been furious at such failure on their part. Kataly'a had sworn her allegiance to serve her Master, and she would not disappoint him. This was more than a mission for her, this one was personal. This weak human had taken away her beloved empire and torn the only family she had ever known to pieces.

He would pay.

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It had ben easier than expected for the Force-user to navigate the fake First Order's new base, it seemed that without Force-sensitives on their side they were at a huge disadvantage. That would make it easier for the true First Order to slaughter them, though their army out numbered theirs and they had many more advantages otherwise due to their seizing of all the resources. Kylo had scraped together what he could, but his Knights were the only reason there was hope of victory.

Approaching the temple where she could sense the captain's presence, she pulled her double-bladed saber from its sheath at her side, slinking along the walls to avoid all other signs of life. The Sith had almost made it to Michal's presence when her cover was blown, quickly running forward and raising her hand to force-choke the Stormtrooper who had spotted her. Now that she had been spotted she ran through the corridor, striking down anyone who got in her way as she chased after her target's weak signature in the Force.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she finally reached the room she had been looking for, the red glow of her saber bathing the room in blood-colored shadows as she entered the room.

"Hello, Supreme Leader." Kataly'a mocked, a murderous glint in her green eyes as she stalked forward, intent on the kill.

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[a z u l a]

" I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero"


Name:
Ezra Ivanov

Alias:
Zeus

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Eye Color:
Dark blue

Hair Color:
Light brown

Height:
6'2

Weight:
178 lbs

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:
Long scar that runs along his left shoulder and back.

Spoiler: Wing Tattoo

Spoiler: Skull Tattoo

Likes:
- Flirting
- Winning fights
- Being alone
- Alcohol
- Getting his way
- Silence

Dislikes:
Being told what to do
- Being beaten in a fight
- Most people
- Being trapped in S.I.N.

Strengths:
- He is always ready to fight
- Brave
- Spends most of his time training
- Muscular
- Doesn’t let emotions get in the way

Weaknesses:
- Selfish
- Cocky
- Doesn't care about much
- Too much of a hot-head
- Insults others often


Quirks/Habits:
- Drinking
- Judging others
- Picking fights with others

Power:
Electricity manipulation: Ezra can create and manipulate energy by using the charged particles within his body to allow him control over electric fields and electromagnetic forces. He can blast electricity from his body and aim it at a specific target to stun or burn them and create electric forcefields to block himself from danger.

Weakness (related to power):
Water: While it technically makes his sparks even bigger, it also backfires and physically hurts him. Usually Ezra is immune to the electricity his body creates, but if water is involved he feels every jolt of it running through his body.
Rubber doesn't conduct electricity.

Level:
3

Time at Thunder:
6 years

Biggest Fear:
Being stuck in a cell forever

Theme Song:

On My Own - Three Days Grace



Relationships:

Lyla: Ezra loves to tease Lyla, she's just too cute when she's angry. She's one of the few people he doesn't mind spending time with, even if her powers could potentially harm him.

Thea: Ezra finds Thea both very annoying and very attractive. He hates that she can calm him down with her voice, he would much rather rage away and doesn't like not being in control. Despite his hatred of her powers, he finds her quite fun to interact with and one of the few people he doesn't despise.

Caleb: Ezra can't stand him, but he loves to get under his skin. The only reason he puts up with him is Lyla.



Personality:
Ezra likes to portray that he doesn't like anyone or anything. Since his arrival at S.I.N. he hasn't attempted to make a single friend, though he does enjoy flirting with the many available women, even if most of them could kill him. While Ezra almost never genuinely smiles he does love to crack a joke, his sarcasm is about the only personality trait he shows the world. He is usually found sitting in the corner cracking witty jokes at the expense of others, or picking a fight with someone simply because he can.

S.I.N. will never fully trust Ezra because of his attitude, he refuses to be a team player and has no loyalty anywhere. He doesn't necessarily want to escape from S.I.N. because he doesn't exactly miss interacting with people on a daily basis and he has no clue what he'd do with his life, but he does despise being treated like an animal and always being told what to do.

Bio:
Ezra was born to a single-mother, an accident who had never meant to have been born. His mother was an alcoholic who barely managed to pay the bills by bartending and working other odd jobs, leaving Ezra struggling in school and starving between meals.

WRITING SAMPLE:
See post above​

 

[Stardust Galaxy]

code by pasta

Adrien Park

Basics

Name: Adrien Park
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 154 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: N/A

Likes: Money, Silence, Sports, Alternative music, books
Dislikes: Feelings, Weak people, Loud places
Strengths: Independent, Analytical, Strategic thinking, Focussed
Weaknesses: Arrogant, Cynical, Bossy, Proud
Quirks/Habits: Cracks his knuckles when feeling anxious

Power: James ability is a bit odd and the scientist at SIN do not fully understand how it works because... it shouldn't. Shadows, themselves, should be utterly incapable of harming anyone, yet [Insert Name] has the ability to manifest what is best described as 'weaponized darkness'. He can create tendrils of shadow that are capable of piercing steel, send bolts of darkness through the air to smash into things with great concussive force, or even, create 'arms' to grab and move items. Some have theorized that it isn't 'shadows' at all but an odd form of matter that reacts to James will as he can use his power even in a room that has no shadows or darkness.
Weakness: James becomes more fatigued the more he uses his power and the further away he tries to use the darkness the faster this drain will be. James can quickly lose consciousness if he pushes himself too far and due to the shadows almost having 'mass' they can be blocked, deflected and avoided.
Level: 2
Time at SIN: 13 year (12 outside, 1inside)
Biggest Fear: Being a failure/ Being stuck in one of her sisters illusions
Theme Song:

Relationships: N/A [until accepted

Personality

+Focused
+Independent
+Logical
-Cold
-Impatient
-Money-minded

Bio

Adrien and his sister grew up in a life full of everything they wanted to have to be the heirs of Park Industries meant that they could have everything just by saying it, for the twins they were above the rest of the world and could use them and dispose of them as they wanted.

Adrien being the older of the twins was the one that was meant to take control of the company and since a young age he showed interest in the family business, but even if Park Industries was known for the public as a shareholder company, it was known to some that the company was also a big shareholder in SIN since the twins were part of it but having their father being part of the funding of SIN the twins had some privilege above the other people, instead of having them locked in a cell, the twins were able to have a normal life in the outside world and someone would watch them and take notes on them.

The twins were meant to have a normal life not being put on a cell and the Adrien could see himself being another shareholder for SIN in the future but it wasn't until the strange death of the father of the twins, that the media started pointing fingers at the twins with the excuse of them being greedy for the money and SIN without taking to much time, fake the death of the twins by having them commit a double suicide and with that the freedom of the twins came to an end and they were just like the rest of the people in SIN, something both hated to death.

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[Stardust Galaxy]

code by pasta

Jessica Park

Basics

Name: Jessica Park
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 112 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: N/A

Likes: Money, Fashion, Coffee, Desserts
Dislikes: Feelings, Weak people, Being told what to do
Strengths: Independent, Determined, Confident, Artistic
Weaknesses: Arrogant, Greedy, Bossy, Proud, Impulsive
Quirks/Habits: Plays with her hair when she is feeling anxious/In her free time she likes to draw/design clothes

Power: Sunny has the power to make the mind believe. A simple idea, but one that has made Sunny incredibly powerful and dangerous. She can make people see things that aren't there, hear whispers that don't exist, feel caresses from thin air, such things are trivial to them and they can do so at fairly decent distances. However, that is just scratching the surface of what Sunny can do. If she has, and maintains, physical contact she can create entire 'worlds' for them. Their body will be there, but their minds? Their minds go... somewhere else. To a world crafted by Sunny and brought to life by the subject. She can set up scenarios, put them into situations or force them to relive past moments of their lives by prodding them into remembering them. However, Sunny cannot peer into their minds. She can decide what she wants them to see, sculpt the world around them or allow them to sculpt it with a few guidelines, but she can never truly 'see' her own creations in their minds... However, she can force them to also live their worst nightmares, over and over again until she passes out from exhaustion or their mind breaks, and the mind is a funny thing, capable of realizing time at a snail's pace. One second in the 'real world' can be hours, or even days, in one of her creations.
Weakness: Her long-distance illusions are rather 'weak' and would be more akin to distractions then a real threat. [Insert Name] can likely play havoc with the minds of someone who was unaware of her ability, but that isn't the case at SIN. In order to use her more elaborate and powerful illusions, she has to have and maintain, physical contact which is difficult for someone with no real combat related ability and in order to do this she needs support. Also... the human mind is not meant to be toyed with. It can break, but more than that, it can 'take control' of the illusion. This happens when the person's mind starts to truly believe the illusion is reality and they become trapped within their own minds, this is most likely to happen with nightmare-inducing, bringing their worst fear to 'life'. Should this happen, she is helpless to stop it as only the person [or perhaps someone with telepathic abilities could reach them] can break themselves free of it. Which is important, willpower is important. Her power can be resisted, however, with enough time [such as someone being restrained] it becomes a question of when they break not if.
Level: 2
Time at SIN: 13 years (12 outside 1inside)
Biggest Fear: Heights, small spaces
Theme Song: Still not sure



Relationships: N/A [until accepted

Personality

+Confident
+Independent
+Perfectionist
-Cold
-Demanding
-Money-minded

Bio

Jessica and her brother grew up in a life full of everything they wanted to have to be the heirs of Park Industries meant that they could have everything just by saying it, for the twins they were above the rest of the world and could use them and dispose of them as they wanted.

Jessica being the youngest of the twins wasn't really interested in the family business instead she was planning to create her own clothing brand and she showed the talent for it at a young age, she knew she could make an empire for herself while her brother took over the family business, but even if Park Industries was known for the public as a shareholder company, it was known to some that the company was also a big shareholder in SIN since the twins were part of it but having their father being part of the funding of SIN the twins had some privilege above the other people, instead of having them locked in a cell, the twins were able to have a normal life in the outside world and someone would watch them and take notes on them.

The twins were meant to have a normal life not being put on a cell and Jessica could see herself being a successful designer in the future but it wasn't until the strange death of the father of the twins, that the media started pointing fingers at the twins with the excuse of them being greedy for the money and SIN without taking to much time, fake the death of the twins by having them commit a double suicide and with that the freedom of the twins came to an end and they were just like the rest of the people in SIN, something both hated to death.

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[JayeTheKat]

"Another drop of poison that is slowly sinking in
If we're going down together, better take another hit
We won't be here forever, so let's make the best of it"
coded by crucialstar​

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Anvindr Lokni
Alias: Black Mamba
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual Aromantic
Theme Song: Gotta Be A Reason by Alec Benjamin



Power: Oxykinesis (Acid Generation)
Anvindr has the ability to generate highly corrosive acids from his hands. When using it, his hands secrete a highly potent acid from the pores that can quickly eat through most materials. SIN has created a substance the acid can't eat through and turned that into a pair of gloves he cannot take off for their safety as he's not in control yet. while his hands are the only spot on his body that actively create acids, all of his skin is toxic to others. When touched, he causes chemical burns to others.

Weakness: Anvindr can't really touch anything with his hands without his gloves on since he can't control it yet. If he's angered or doesn't have his gloves on, he can be really dangerous, possibly even deadly. He can't control outside acids, only what he produces. SIN scientists think that he may eventually be able to control acids he doesn't produce. He can be rendered safe to touch when hes exposed to a really strong base substance for long enough to neutralize the acids for a short time. Neutralizing the acid makes Anvindr really sick and usually leads to a few days of not so nice symptoms for the boy.

Level: 5
Time at Thunder: 2 years

APPEARANCE:

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Ginger
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 190 lbs
Body Modifications: n/a

PERSONALITY:

Anvindr is an interesting case. He's really a soft boy who loves to draw and be out in nature. He just wants to enjoy life at a slow pace and appreciate everyone. He doesn't understand the concepts of 'love' one sees in fairytales. It doesn't make sense to him, and it's almost like he doesn't have that emotion. That doesn't mean he's not capable of 'loving' others. It's just more platonic. He used to love making friends, and still does. He has more of a hard time making friends now though, because SIN limits his contact with the others, or those that can come around him are afraid.

After he wound up with SIN, Anvindr changed. He's more secluded, more prone to violence. Before SIN, Anvindr was claustrophobic and fears being underground. Being locked underground, in an enclosed space all the time, has taken it's toll on the lad. Both of those things he's had to live with since they took him. He lashes out at the SIN workers who are only trying to help him, so much that they've stopped actively trying to help. They leave him alone outside of required interactions. He's not against SIN. He's just confused, hurting, and scared.

BIOGRAPHY:

Anvindr started out a small, lovable baby born to a couple that were starting over in America after they left their home country of Norway. As such, he grew up learning both English and Norwegian. He was a normal child for a long time. Shy but normal. He was home schooled for the first few years of his education, which worked out fine. When he asked his parents to put him into the public school system, they were surprised by his request. Apparently he had met a few friends who went to public school at the library one day and wanted to join them. He was about 8 at the time. He transferred into the local school and things were fine for a while. He was mostly fluent in English, but there were some things he didn't understand yet so he was a little slow. His friends helped him out when he struggled and overall he made it to middle school without problems. It was in middle school when the majority of this shy little boys problems started.

Middle school is a time in a kids life when they're finding themselves. Anvindr was no different. He was finding that unlike most of the boys in his class, he didn't want to stare over the girls. He was more attracted to his fellow guys, but not as crushes. He'd never once had a crush on anyone, which he didn't find off at all. Curious, during his last year in middle school, Anvindr decided to play around with his findings a bit. He was able to find another guy in his school that was having the same crisis. Later that night, they experimented. Anvindr loved it. He'd discovered he enjoyed the act of making love but didn't want the emotion of love itself. So as he moved through his last year in middle school as a 13 year old going on 14, he kept spending time with his 'friend with benefits' as they'd determined they were. It was during one of those encounters that his power started to make itself known.

Anvindr had been feeling off in the week leading up to this event. He was often sick, had headaches, and felt like his skin was constantly tingling. He didn't really complain about it to anyone, and just kept going through life. It was after school one day, when he and his friend were headed to his friends house when his power came into full manifestation. He didn't realize what was going on until after the fact. Anvindr held out his hand to his friend, and said friend grabbed it. Then the screaming started. Where the boys hands were connected, it was like Anvindr touch was eating away the flesh and soon enough bone of the boy opposite him. Anvindr let go immediately but it was too late. Too late to save the other boy from the grim reaper, and too late to save Anvindr from SIN.

Anvindr was taken into custody by people who refused to touch him directly, and locked up in a cell, while his friend was rushed to the hospital. His friend didn't make it through the night and the next morning Anvindr was nowhere to be found. He'd been taken from his cell by a SIN operator in disguise. There was no trace of the boy and SIN changed all the official records to make it like they boy had never existed in the first place. When Anvindr came to, he was faced with the decision. Live or die. Obviously, we know what he chose. Not that it's been doing him much good.

OTHER:

QUIRKS/HABITS:

☾ Rocks on his heels nervously alot
✰ Can often be seen staring into space

☾ LIKES & ✰ DISLIKES

☾ Nature
✰ Small spaces
☾ Snakes
✰ Being underground
☾ Making friends
✰ Hurting others

RELATIONSHIPS:

Anvindr and Adam will probably have met on occasion, maybe SIN may have tried to train them together at one point in time as they are the same level. Anvindr doesn't care for Adam's harshness but he can see the other is suffering like he is and probably wants to try to help. Maybe there's a chance of them eventually helping each other, but I doubt it.

Corvina is one that Anvindr doesn't know much about. He knows she mute, never talks. He also knows she can read minds, and he's kind of envious of that. At least her power doesn't potentially kill anyone. He doesn't like that she could dig into his mind if she wanted to.

Nora's literally new. Anvindr can't think anything about someone he hasn't met yet.

Anvindr has probably had to deal with SIN sending Thea in to try to calm him down during episodes before. As a result, Thea's probably been unintentionally hurt by Anvindr and he'd feel horrible after that. Once Anvindr finally gets a grip, he might be able to see Thea as a guidance or a mentor maybe? I'm not really sure. I do know he'd want to befriend her. They have a similar like of drawing so he enjoys her company a lot.

Anvindr doesn't like Caleb much. While, let's rephrase that. He thinks Caleb is quite attractive and downright hot but he doesn't like Caleb's attitude. That's usually because when Anvindr does see Caleb, he looks downright mean. He's scared of Caleb's temper and heartlessness.

As one that can heal others, Callen has probably had to deal with injuries caused by Anvindr on many the occasion. Anvindr personally doesn't know how to feel about Callen. Callen strikes him as someone he could become friends with, but he doesn't know if he can reach out to Callen. He definitely wants to though.

I'm not sure how often Eloise and Anvindr may have come into contact. Maybe she might have been called in during an outburst of his, but I don't think SIN would throw her into the danger zone that is Anvindr. If they have met though, Anvindr would probably love to become Eloise's friend.

Anvindr and Justice could possibly be good friends. Their personalities are close enough, or at least they used to be before Anvindr became a scared child. I don't know if they would interact much until Anvindr manages to get a grip though.

Rosario is another that could possibly be an option for a friend of Anvindr in the future. Anvindr has been with SIN longer than Rosario but he can definitely sympathize with Rosario's temper. Rosario is another on that Anvindr thinks is attractive in a way as well.

Jessica is a little easier for Anvindr to get along with than her brother, mostly becasue of their shared like of drawing. He probably can understand the whole 'fashion' thing well though. He likes fashion to a point, but isn't open about it.

Anvindr and Katia probably haven't interacted much, but I'm not sure about that. I think that Anvindr would eventually want to reach out to Katia but might be scared to because of her closed of nature.

Adrien and Anvindr probably aren't much more than acquaintances, maybe possibly basic friends. Anvindr thinks Adrien is both cute and attractive but isn't a fan of the others cold attitude.

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Anvindr and Lyla could get along I think. I'm not sure if Lyla would come into contact with Anvindr very often though. Maybe later on he might look up to her bravery? But if he avoids Caleb, he might also avoid Lyla by association. Caleb scares him, Lyla makes him curious.

 

[Cosmo]

Name
Jennifer Mills

Codename
Berserker

Age
25

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Bisexual.. maybe?

Eye Color
Green

Hair Color
Brown

Height
6'1

Weight
118 lbs

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Multiple scars run across her entire body

Likes
Eating, Killing, Hunting, Sleeping, Exploring, Tracking, Songs/Lullabies,
Outdoors

Dislikes
Needles, Vegetables, Smell of Disinfectant, Handlers, Being Controlled/Restrained

Strengths
Independent, Survivalist, Clever

Weaknesses
Lack of Formal Education, Little No Social Skills, Emotionally/Mentality Undeveloped

Quirks/Habits
Talks to herself.. and answers herself, smells anything new [sometimes tries to taste], curls locks of hair through her index finger, paces

Power
Killing Empowerment

Jennifer becomes... more with each person she kills. She gets faster, stronger, more agile and even her senses sharpen, she is a snowball being rolled down hill growing larger and larger with each passing second, with each person she kills. At the height of her power, there is not much that can hope to match her, much less, stop her. She has been seen smashing through solid stone walls, tearing the spines out of grown men, outrunning cars, tracking a terrified woman through a forest by her scent alone... when Jennifer, better known as Berserker, is in the midst of such a frenzy, she becomes a true monster.

Weakness
The most obvious weakness of her ability is the fact it is a power that has to be 'fueled' before it can take flight. If Jennifer has not taken lives, she is nothing more then a very, very, very weak human for her body is not in the best shape. If she can be 'alpha struck' before she picks up steam, she would be neutralized in short order. Another method is to deny her prey. If she is not killing anyone, she will start to lose power, the stronger she is, the faster that power bleeds off, so simply running [if one is capable of outrunning her in whatever state she is in] until she weakens enough to be defeated is a valid strategy. Due to her ability, the more she kills, the more bestial she becomes as such, she can be tricked or lured into traps, this is especially apparent in mental powers which can be used to baffle and confuse her, however, if she is allowed to kill enough, she will reach a point where such mental manipulation will no longer be as effective as her 'thoughts' will be nothing more then to 'kill, tear and feast' and her bestial instincts are incredibly difficult to dupe.

Level
5

Time at Thunder
13 years

Biggest Fear
Thunder/Lightning

Jennifer has been deathly afraid of the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning since SIN 'recovered' her as a child. They are not sure why, but the truth is because there was a storm the night her mother was murdered and she taken by those her father owed a debt to. When she hears thunder, she remembers the fear that she felt that night, the screams of an unknown woman and the way they looked at her, when she is not raging, she panics, curls up into a ball and cries. When lost in frenzy, she bolts and runs away from other things trying to find a safe place, but no one, not even Berserker, can hide from memory.

Theme Song
Jennifer| Berserker| Lullaby

Relationships
N/A

Personality
"I have been given the arduous task of trying to understand the mind of Jennifer Mills, better known as Berserker to the staff. To say the young woman is eccentric, perhaps even deranged, would be a grievous understatement. Something in her is fundamentally broken. I have seen her speaking to herself when allowed conscious, but it is not mere conversation. I believe another persona exist within her, a darker, more bestial version of herself. A construct of a young psychosis, a protector, if you will. Something that can take over and 'protect' them from threats and let them survive in a hostile world, however, this other identity, this 'entity', is savage. It enjoys the pain if brings, it enjoys the hunt, it enjoys the kill, it enjoys being needed by Jennifer. Jennifer, herself, has been too desensitized to violence and thanks to the influence of that bestial voice, she has trouble seeing what is 'wrong' and what is 'right'. Its not hard to see why, after being discovered in that forest, she has been tested, drugged and then put to sleep brought out only for the occasional testing or when 'needed'. This is not what I'd call an ideal way to raise a child especially one as distraught as she was. Instead of seeing her as a monster, I find myself seeing her as more a child in a woman's body. She has so little understanding of the world or herself.

This is very apparent in her 'games'. Jennifer loves games especially physical games such as tag or hide and seek, unfortunately, these games can turn deadly at the drop of a coin. The 'other' Jennifer seems to even enjoy making the games deadly, toying with the prey before going for the kill. When the 'other' Jennifer is out and in control, one must tread with the utmost care for they are not dealing with a person but an animal. Never break eye contact, never turn your back on her, never show fear or hesitation or she will pounce. Your only hope for survival is to stare her back, like a wolf, and pray she is not hungry or doesn't think you are worth the effort. Yet, despite the danger, I cannot help but feel... something for this woman. If she had been given proper help, if she had been treated differently... Well, she might not be that thing in there."
- Dr. Theodore Wells

Bio

Case File 01
Possible new subject located. Local police report mutilated animals discovered at the edge of forest and numerous missing person cases have started in the last four months. Below is the only salvaged portion from a local ranger's body camera that we believe is a small child. Rest of the video was damaged in the attack. Ranger partially consumed. Filed as bear attack.

Case File 02
Subject Recovered in the Canadian Boreal Forest. Lost seven agents in the recovery, civilian casualties within acceptable levels. Will begin investigations into the subjects abilities and past.

Case File 03
Jennifer Mills, 12, daughter of Simon Mills and Lucy Mills. Father was in debt to a group that is believed to be Human Traffickers based out of Ukraine. Lucy and Jennifer were the collateral of the debt. Coroner reports signs of rape on the body of Lucy Mills and skin under nails points to a struggle. Likely that the mother tried to fight them off and was killed by 'accident' over the course of their abduction. Daughter was never found. The SUV was found three miles off with two dead men, one of which had their throat torn out. Locals ruled it as unrelated and a bear or wolf having fed a bit on the body. Seems the subject 'awoke' and attacked her abductors sending them off the road and into the forest where she resided for a few years. How she survived in the cold and alone... can only be guessed at.

Case File 07
Subject Berserker seems to 'feed' off death. Her kills seem to empower her in a way we do not understand. We introduced Lazarus to Berserker to see if Berserker could gain power off someone who could heal. Test was a failure. It seemed, after awhile, Berserker grew 'bored' with Lazarus and stopped attacking. Berserker is capable of social interaction, she attempted to play a 'game' with Lazarus, however, as expected, Lazarus was not as interested in playing a game that involved his removed limbs. Putting Berserker back into stasis.

Case File 23
Lost control of Subject Berserker in Venezuela. 351 dead, many more injured, she broke containment but we have recovered her. She responds well to music. Possible to use Subject Songbird to regain control. New Primary Objective: Fine a better way to direct her to the chosen targets.

Case File 47
Using Subject Raven, we have successfully implanted a 'target' into Berserker's subconscious. Once the subject is killed, Berserker continues with their rampage, however, this should ensure the primary targets are always taken out. Increased deployment of Berserker advisable.

Case File 74
Subject Berserker seems to be speaking to herself more then normal. Bestial nature is starting to take dominance. My request to have Berserker put down was rejected, too valuable. Advise keeping under stasis unless deployment is needed. We cannot risk her getting out. ​

 

[Storme]

Is it too late to apply?

 

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William Andrew

William Andrew| 23 | Male | pansexual|
| 5'8 | 130lbs | Caucasian |Fc: Wilbur Soot |

APPEARANCE
hair color: Brown
eye color: Dark Brown
height: 5'8
weight: 130lbs
attire: Varies, usually t-shirts or sweaters and blue jeans with converse's.
tattoos: None
Piercings: ear peircings
dist. features: Light brown freckles across his cheeks and nose

PERSONALITY
Overall Personality:
He can be very stubborn when it comes to making decisions and that can cause him to butt head with others. William is also very honest with what he says, however, he doesn’t come off as blunt because of how he says it. he is also very curious, which leads him to do the less than smart decision. one thing about him is how calm he is, never one to try and stir up anything.
likes: Posters, Books, animals
Dislikes: huge criticisms, large dark spaces
Strengths: speed, neverending stamina, Quiet, above-average medical capabilities
Weakness's: not good with far range weapons, Scared of Dogs
Quirks/Habits: Messing with his hair when bored, fiddling with hands when nervous
Biggest Fear: Dogs and being in the dark alone

POWER
Power: Self-Sustenance
He does not need to eat, drink, or sleep or breathe, also cannot get sick. As long as he is in perfect health. He doesn't lose stamina because of this.
Power Weakness's: Doesn't allow him to regenerate limbs, he has to eat whenever he gets hurt or else the wound will never close. Said wound could cause him to bleed out or die of infection.
Level: 2
Time at Thunder: 2 years


BACKGROUND
Relationships: NONE YET
background:
William doesn't know who his family was, having been put into an adoption center when he was just four years old. he grew up within an orphanage for most of his life, as he had only been put in foster homes a few times and the fact he was never adopted. It seemed that no one ever tried to go around the boy, finding him 'odd'. as soon as he was old enough the man moved into a small apartment, and take online college classes while juggling his work life as a waiter.
He had been working as a waiter, though he had recently finished college and plans to try and go for a more well paying job. Of course, that changed when he was 'killed'. The man had quickly tried to adapt to the new lifestyle as best he could, William had nothing to hold him back from embracing S.I.N and was able to move up from level 1 in only a year.

Spoiler: Roleplay Example

Zenyatta loved being outside. The fresh air was a nice change, even though he couldn’t smell it his core could feel it. Since he didn't wear a shirt the wind was able to easily twist and turn to fit past the various wires and metal within him. The omnic looked out at the seemingly never-ending plains with interest. He recalled leaving the Shambali temple a few days ago, and while he hadn't been walking 24/7, he had expected to see some town or house. The lack of civilization made him realize just how separated he had been from the world. Not that this deterred him at all, in fact it actually made him more curious about what he would find when he finally found some.

It had been an additional week before the monk had found a small village hidden in the middle of a twisty path through a forest. The people of the village had been surprised to see a monk or person of any kind in these woods, as Zenyatta had quickly learned when he was greeted. Most looked at him with apprehension and caution while a few greeted him with open arms.

He didn’t plan to stay long, still, the Omnic was nice and happily greeted all that talked to him with his usual calm and kind speech. He was surprised when the children had come over to him and who he assumed was their mother, and he would have blushed if he could when the other spoke like she knew what he was thinking.
“I apologize for thinking such a thing."
He held his hand out
"I am Zenyatta."

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[underuninterested]

I'm so sorry! I'll move it over!