Futuristic 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

[neon reverie]

RULES

@sugarvine

Sanctuary

/*defense*/

/*magic*/

/*resistance*/

/*agility*/

/*dexterity*/

/*luck*/

i. I think it's a given that Mary or Gary Stues are prohibited.
ii. On a similar note; I won't allow overpowered characters either. Sure, this is a roleplay that includes superpowers, but there should be limits!
iii. I prefer to use realistic faceclaims for this roleplay, but won't force you to use realistic ones if you have a drawn image you feel suits your character best.
iv. you can use any template you like, as long as you include the following data:

BASICS
name.
nickname(s)
alias. (NOTE; this is more of a title regarding their Enyo or Phantom Identity. For example, the assassin's alias could be the Harvester ( because he collects lives) and the medic's alias could be healer because... Well, that's self-explanatory. The alias could also refer back to personality traits or distinguishing features. Go crazy! Also, if you need any help coming up with an alias, don't be afraid to nudge me! )
age [ 21 - 28]
date of birth
place of birth
gender
sexuality
role
superpower

APPEARANCE
height
weight
hair colour
eye colour
distinguishing features
faceclaim


PERSONA
brief personality overview
4 positive traits
4 negative traits
likes
dislikes
fears

SUPERPOWER
abilities
weaknesses

BACKGROUND
// with this, please look at the role profiles and incorporate it in the history. I also left some blanks that you have to fill in yourself and of course, you should add other ideas to the mix to create your own unique character.
brief history
family
theme song
misc

 

[neon reverie]

@sugarvine

THE TACTICIAN | OPEN

Leader of the Enyos. She is fuelled ( and partly blinded) by vengeance due to ____ A perfectionist and someone who will do anything to get what she wants. Leads the group with close to an iron first and doesn't waste time with pleasantries such as building camaderie amongst the unit. A bit of an superiority complex but capable nonetheless. Always has a plan and multiple back-up plans to guarantee success. Shows her care not in words but in actions.

@sugarvine

THE MARKSMAN | OPEN |

Brash and bold. She will voice anything and isn't afraid to pick fights with anyone who looks at her the wrong way. Has a fierce and unwavering loyalty to those she cares about but has to work on her temperamental issues. There are some unfaced issues left with men in general, though she doesn't like to talk about it. Undeniably deadly with a gun, specifically a sniper.

@sugarvine

THE MEDIC | OPEN

A person who secretly dislikes fighting but has to because that's what expected of her as the general's daughter. A pacifist by heart and someone who always tries to see the grey in a black and white world. Sensitive but caring. Undoubtedly the friendliest and most positive one out of the bunch. Can patch up any wound in no time. An unmissable asset to the team.

@sugarvine

THE ARTIFICER | TAKEN

A rebel in disguise. Secret Deviant sympathisant and willing to help their cause, because when she was a child _____ Curious, too curious for someone living in such a mandated world. Doesn't trust the government and only joined the Enyos because her father doesn't tell her shit about anything, and she wants to discover what happens behind closed doors. Energetic and a bit overbearing at times. Isn't the best agent given her clumsiness - though that might be just part of an act? Perhaps a bit too emotional but makes an amazing friend regardless. And think what you will about her persona, you can't deny she is damn good at crafting bombs and traps.

@sugarvine

THE SPY | OPEN

A man forced into the role of the leader of the Phantoms because the previous leader said: you know what? Fuck you, I'm going to vanish off the face of the earth and leave you in charge. Someone who previously didn't like to take things seriously and always had time for a joke and a flirt. Now, hasn't completely shed the jokester persona but is pressured to act less like a teen and more like an actual leader. Struggles with his new role but doesn't let it show. Selfless to a fault and will do anything to save his people.

@sugarvine

THE ASSASSIN | OPEN

A man who might love violence a bit too much. He's the oldest of the unit and a pragmatist when it comes to war. Has build up enough of a frightening reputation to make people quiver when hearing his alias. A troubled past that has shaped him into the man he is today. Has a mastery in intimidation but the social skills of a badger. Someone who thinks too much with his head rather than the heart, though once you get to know him, you will discover he isn't as void of empathy and heart as he leds on.

@sugarvine

THE HACKER | OPEN

Intelligent wise, outsmarts them all. Once upon a time an innocent, awkward yet bubbly child. Now, a little worse for wear, but that's what abuse does to you. Forced by his own father, he hacked into different banks/companies/institutes to siphon credits from their accounts. Every day, it was either doing what the father wanted or to suffer from the punishments the older man accorded to disobedience. However, everything changed when ________
Nowadays, he still utilises his hacking skills but for the right things - or so he believes. He's still withdrawn and awkward, but once you look past that exterior, you will find that he has a heart of gold.

@sugarvine

THE CON MAN | OPEN

Can sell any lie as the truth, and convicingly so. Dabbles in the mastery that is deceit and assumes so many characters that you are left wondering which one is genuine. A bit arrogant when it comes down to his skills, knows he is the best and that manipulation comes as easy as breathing for him. Sarcastic to the bone and at times, a bit too pessimistic about things. That doesn't stop him from doing what he does best, which is getting the resourses needed to do the operations. Similar to the leader's role, though he is focused more on getting money, certain papers and weapons rather than information. A magnificent liar and a pretty good diversion device.

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[neon reverie]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑​

 

[Rouge_Raven]

Placeholder
The Medic​

 

[raven flame]

Spoiler: Karnain woodshade

BASICS
Role: assassin
name Karnain woodshade
nickname: Kain, Shadow, blade
alias: Harvester, dark elf, Phantom
age: 28
date of birth: may, 20
place of birth: unknown to him
gender: male
sexuality: bi
superpower: shadow manipulation

APPEARANCE
height:6'2
weight: 120
hair colour: white
eye colour: yellow
distinguishing features: grey skin
faceclaim


PERSONA
brief personality overview
4 positive traits
Able to kill from miles away using the shadows,
Able to make any tool needed and make it solid as the real thing(drains him to make the item real/permanent)
Can cook and bake very well,
Can become protective of others like him
4 negative traits
Can be an a** at times,
Hates being bothered by others
Will go off on anyone that touches his things and will try and maim or kill them depending on what they touch or if they ask permission or not.
Loves torturing others even in the group
likes: books, darkness, cooking, sharp knives, feeling blood on his body from his victims,
dislikes: bright lights, a kill getting away, others messing with his things.
fears

SUPERPOWER
abilities killing with knives, making poisons from things around him, making the shadows cover his body making him look and act like a wrath would due to his personality
weaknesses: bright lights, sunlight(lights blind him), becoming weaker when in or around light for to long.

BACKGROUND
A man who might love violence a bit too much. He's the oldest of the unit and a pragmatist when it comes to war. Has build up enough of a frightening reputation to make people quiver when hearing his alias. A troubled past that has shaped him into the man he is today. Has a mastery in intimidation but the social skills of a badger. Someone who thinks too much with his head rather than the heart, though once you get to know him, you will discover he isn't as void of empathy and heart as he leds on.

brief history: Kain was held by a group that used him as there personal slave and go to killer from a very young age. He learned how to kill at the age of 6 and learned how to disassemble and reassemble a gun in only 50 seconds at 10, they used him for every kill and assassination they wanted or needed causing him to start to enjoy killing and slowly start to enjoy the times he would hunt a kill as he had learned of his powers when he was 7 but kept them hidden from his captures but managed to get away from them by 15 and had been on the run ever since then and had been hiding and killing others looking for those like him....looking for other phantoms.
a family: none they are all dead
theme song killer in the mirror
misc

 

[leviathan.]

Spoiler: Carver O'malley

• hello
• persona
• superpower
• basics
• faceclaim
• background

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  carver o'malley
  THE HOUND
  ​
• 
  carver is a soft-spoken man of few words and fewer smiles. when he does speak, it is with a hoarse seaside twang that tells of shipyards and dilapidated docks. he moves with a sort of rickety grace, like an old rocking chair made of wrought iron, creaking cold death. he is hard-boned and hard-mouthed, always with a hungry look in his glassy brown eyes, always looking for something to sink his teeth into.
  
  a fairly stocky man of unassuming height and foreboding features, a quick glance at carver’s countenance tells of rough work, of rowing and hours of honest labor.
  
  but if you look closer—
  
  where you expect to find the manner of a dull-eyed blue-collar drone, you find sharp angles and sharper eyes, an anger, an intelligence. a hulking beast that somehow manages to stay hidden until it’s too late. (is that a knife up his sleeve?)
  
  best look away before he catches you staring.
  
  virtues
  + minds his own business. he can keep your secret, as long as you keep your peace.
  + perceptive, though from the way he interacts with people you wouldn’t even notice. sensitive to infinitesimal changes in behavior and attitude, though he doesn't bother letting them influence how he interacts with others outside of his line of work.
  + self-aware. he’s all too conscious of his own flaws, and doesn’t hesitate to take responsibility for the consequences for his actions (though it doesn’t mean he will feel bad about taking them)
  + loyal to the cause. it's been years since he knew anything else.
  + a team player. war is a numbers game. if you want to win, you better work together.
  
  vices
  - despite the careful maintenance of his professional relationships, when it comes to charm and recreational socializing, carver is an abject failure. he guards the personal relationships he does manage to form jealously as a result.
  - has the unfortunate habit of taking no prisoners. takes a disturbing amount of joy inflicting pain upon perceived enemies and hostiles.
  - paranoid. every slight and suspicious action is catalogued, and once you’ve crossed the line, you’re guilty until proven innocent (read: guilty until proven innocent posthumously)
  - will do anything, short of sacrificing himself, for furthering the phantoms' goals, no matter how morally reprehensible.
  - selfish. the years wear on, and the mind grows barren.
  
  likes
  
  • fire
  • the sea
  • the thrill of the hunt
  • travel
  • the discontinued children's holo-show Angelica and the Byrds
  • leaving scars
  
  dislikes
  
  • abrasive people/people who do not make the effort to be cordial. war has no time for arrogance or posturing, and neither does he.
  • questions about how he got knifed. curiosity killed the cat.
  • smokers.
  • cleaning up after others.
  fears
  
  • his nightmares are many and varied. here are some of them.
  • his mother's death
  • dying before the war is over
  • the day when his luck runs out
  • retaliation
• 
  bloodhound
  carver is able to track living people by obtaining & consuming the genetic material of the target, no matter where or how they hide. any genetic material (e.g. a strand of hair, spit, nail clippings, skin flakes, etc.) works, but only a blood sample will establish a permanent tracking connection with the target. tracking connections made by consuming anything else will fade within days or weeks and will need reestablishment. having a live, established connection comes with enhanced senses, especially a heightened sense of smell.
  
  weaknesses
  
  • obvious health issues and nastiness in consuming someone’s DNA
  • only works on living targets. disappears when a target is dead.
  • extremely strong tastes, smells, or sounds can overpower/overwhelm him and can impair his ability to fight. this is not common knowledge. he wears earplugs and a ventilated mask in circumstances where he has to experience them.
• 
  role: assassin
  age: 28
  date of birth: sometime in the spring
  place of birth: oasis
  gender: male
  sexuality: pan
  height: 6"0
  weight: something proportionate for his height?
  hair colour: red
  eye colour: brown
  distinguishing features: a faded glasgow grin and freckles on every inch of his face.
  family: meredith o'malley // alive, unknown father // presumed alive
  theme song
  
• 
  1, 2: face 3: build 4: style 5: facial scar
  
  
  
  
  
  tw: scarring
  
  Spoiler: glasgow grin

  
• 
  born out of wedlock to a hotel maid and an unknown father, carver was raised in a sub-settlement of oasis. dubbed “The Bolt-Hole” by its inhabitants, it was more a coastside shantytown than any sort of formal territory, where all the little cogs of the great oiled machine that is oasis city go home to--all the dockworkers, the busboys, the maids, the servants, the managers, the whores, the nobodies. all set back into their place after the powers that be are done using them, back to their shambling slums in hard cliffrock and briney wrought wood.
  
  as a child, he worked alongside his mother in cleaning the vast suites of the five-star Maiden’s Rock Hotel, learning how to keep his head down, his mouth shut, and his cheek turned around the clientele that came in and out of the high-ceilinged halls.
  
  (he did not take it well. children are proud, selfish creatures.)
  
  it does something to you, all that serving and bowing down and getting beat. it either breaks something inside of you or it turns it into an ugly, aching thing that crawls up behind your teeth and makes you choke with resentment, biley and sick.
  
  you know where this is going. you follow.
  
  
  did you know that first degree arson committed by a person or persons under the age of majority is punishable by three consecutive life sentences of hard labor according to union law?
  
  
  carver went when he was 12, to the docks.
  (his mother wept. he did not.)
  
  he went missing at 18.
  
  two years later, an individual known as the hound shows up as #11 on the union’s blacklist, designated for neutralization under all protocols and circumstances.
  
  it's been 8 years since then, and the hound has been holding steady at #9, a name on the lips of everybody who's anybody in both union channels and the Deviant underworld.
  
  

 

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[div class=textcontainer][div class=text][div class="tag pink"]name[/div]nami hirota

[div class="tag pink"]nickname[/div]just nami

[div class="tag pink"]alias[/div]antidote

[div class="tag pink"]age[/div]25

[div class="tag pink"]date of birth[/div]april 11

[div class="tag pink"]place of birth[/div]ylheim

[div class="tag pink"]gender[/div]female

[div class="tag pink"]sexuality[/div]heterosexual

[div class="tag pink"]superpower[/div]poison generation/bioluminescence

[div class="tag pink"]height[/div]5'10''

[div class="tag pink"]weight[/div]146 lbs

[div class="tag pink"]hair color[/div]black

[div class="tag pink"]eye color[/div]dark brown/black

[div class="tag pink"]distinguishing features[/div]---

[div class="tag pink"]faceclaim[/div]chiharu okunugi
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[div class=textcontainer][div class=text][div class="tag pink"]personality[/div]nami's got a great poker face when she wants to hide her absolute disgust of violence. it's not only that she hates seeing people get hurt, she's utterly confused as to why conflict can't be solved by simple negotiations. perhaps a bit too optimistic about the most dire of situations, nami brings a certain ray of light to the enyos. she knows when to dial down the light, witty comments, and is able to train her focus on multiple problems at once. maybe that's what makes her such a great healer; maybe it has something to do with her empathetic tendencies. nami can spot inner turmoil a mile away but has learned to keep her distance, especially from people who might dislike nami's tender care and soft touch.

[div class="tag cyan"]vices[/div]- anxious
- impractical
- dependent
- resentful
- impatient

[div class="tag cyan"]virtues[/div]+ principled
+ thorough
+ strong-willed
+ dependable
+ versatile

[div class="tag cyan"]likes[/div]tea so hot you almost burn your tongue; wet, misty mornings; hard pillows; when you slip into bed and the sheets are deliciously cold; the soft ambiance of family chatter; disco music; soft, warm lighting in a cozy room

[div class="tag cyan"]dislikes[/div]cold metal; loud, nasally voices; cats (swears they’re plotting something); musty spaces, typically basements; weather so hot you’d rather die; when you get your feet wet but you have socks on; dry skin

[div class="tag cyan"]fears[/div]nami fears that her dislike of violence will get her booted from the team. she's gotten pretty good at hiding her opinion but can't help feeling as though maybe the enyos are going about things the wrong way. but she also fears the higher authorities, the people who tell the enyos what to do. she's unsettled by the secrecy and feels as though she and her teammates are being used. really, she knows they are being used, but she thinks that maybe it's for a reason none of them want.

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[div class=textcontainer][div class=text][div class="tag yellow"]brief history[/div]nami is the daughter of a general, which immediately elevates what is expected of her in terms of public service. her father is a general that leads the military presence in ylheim, which is a city very exposed to reaper attacks. because of this, nami was given firsthand experience of the dangers of mutated divergents, which instilled her with an understanding that all divergents pose a threat to innocent lives. although she was raised in an atmosphere that revolved around violence, she soon found herself repulsed by the very notion of fighting, which really wasn't a possible thing in her father's eyes. he sent her off to a military training school, but she found her niche in the medical department, soon discovering that she had an affinity for the art of healing, especially when under pressure.
then she found out she's a divergent. nami hates every second of it and is absolutely determined not to let her poison generation be her downfall. ever since discovering her powers, she has promised herself never to use them. she's not sure what her father would do if he found out. because of her abilities, her position in the enyos team is slightly shaky. how can she vow to eradicate divergents if she's one of them?

[div class="tag yellow"]family[/div]Eiichi Hirota -- father, alive
Noriko Hirota -- mother, alive
Eiji Hirota -- younger brother, alive

[div class="tag yellow"]theme song[/div]otherside

[div class="tag yellow"]misc[/div]---

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[div class=textcontainer][div class=text][div class="tag navy"]brief overview[/div]nami is able to generate poison at her fingertips -- really, anywhere on her body, but fingers make the most sense. this poison has no scent or taste, and is a gel-like consistency. it burns through tissue at a fast rate, although nami herself is immune to this. a limited encounter with the poison will leave a nasty, painful scar that could take weeks to heal. more concentrated amounts of the poison will even injure bone and could even create a need for amputation. the poison seems to spread upon contact and can only be dissolved by a concentrated amount of hydrogen peroxide. water seems to have no effect on the poison's potency.
the poison itself is green-blue in color and is bioluminescent, meaning it glows. an effect of this is that nami is able to make part of her body glow at will. the light it creates is only effective in dim lighting; if she glows in full sunlight, her skin will only seem to be tinged a sickly color.

[div class="tag navy"]strengths[/div]the poison nami generates is highly effective at neutralizing opponents. even if she smears a small amount on some person, the subsequent pain and burning sensation will quickly remove their ability to concentrate. in addition, the poison, because it glows, can be used as a sort of breadcrumb trail in dark areas. nami herself can glow, which is useful in low-visibility situations.

[div class="tag navy"]weaknesses[/div]nami hates it. the poison is harmful, which seems to negate her skill as a medic. when she is in high stress situations, nami can inadvertently sweat poison. this is not a common occurrence, for nami has a cool head, but it is a constant fear of hers that she'll end up hurting someone she's trying to help. in addition, if she hasn't been taking care of herself, i.e. a proper diet and exercise, her poison can lose some of its potency temporarily.

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Anika Laskin [div class=tag]nickname(s)[/div] Her name is Anika, don't push your luck. [div class=tag]alias[/div] Banshee [div class=tag]age[/div] 25 [div class=tag]d.o.b[/div] October 30th [div class=tag]p.o.b[/div] Perdition [div class=tag]gender[/div] Female [div class=tag]sexuality[/div] Heterosexual [div class=tag]superpower[/div] Sonic Scream Anika is the stone-cold bitch of the Enyos, and she needs to be. If she was any nicer, the four girls would likely be dead in the gutters with their heads blown off. It's her job to be nasty, and she's more than happy to take up the mantle of the tactician. Though her alias is fitting for her hidden power, she isn't called Banshee because of it. When Anika declares an enemy, she's heralding their demise. Only four boys have escaped the grasps of her and the girls. [/div][/div] [div class=title style="top: -10px; right: 20px; text-align: right; font-family: Times New Roman;"]the basics[/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=tabcontainer]

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intelligent / calculating / efficient / independent [div class=tag]negatives[/div] rude / distrustful / stoic / perfectionist [div class=tag]likes[/div] alone time / sparring / chess [div class=tag]dislikes[/div] socialization / most people / tea [div class=tag]fears[/div] The only thing Anika fears is others finding out about her own power. There are three unspoken rules among the Enyos, and it's don't disobey an order, don't piss off Anika, and always remember to check in. Those three rules can shine a general light on Anika's overall personality. Her iron-rule over the girls may be annoying, but it's for a reason. The other two can be friends with each other, but she's here to make sure they stay alive. No matter how mean she can seem on a mission, she gets even meaner if one of the girls forgets to 'check in' after and assure her they're alive. Not the best person to be around socially, but she can certainly get the job done. [div class=tag]superpower[/div] Anika is able to produce sonic waves through her screams, able to throw back objects or people in the blast range. These screams are akin to sounding like the wails of banshees, and often leave her opponents desperately trying to cover their ears after being knocked back. Unfortunately, her scream doesn't discriminate. Even if her team mates aren't in the direct blast zone of the scream, the piercing cry might just send them to the ground too. She can control the power of the scream through how much effort she puts in, but it's still just her voice. She can't scream forever, and she can easily lose her voice too. [div class=tag]weaknesses[/div] As stated before, Anika is truly just screaming. She can't keep it up for more than a few seconds at a time, though she can hold it if desperately needed. (Though that hurts her throat, and reduces her ability to later scream again.) Though she's personally unaffected by the noise, none of her teammates are safe from the wailing cries. The sheer volume of the ability makes it terrible for stealth missions, as she's unable to use it all. If she raises her voice just a little bit, the entire mission would be in jeopardy. [/div][/div] [div class=title style="top: -10px; right: 20px; text-align: right; font-family: Times New Roman;"]the persona[/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=tabcontainer]

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Growing up, Anika was about as frigid as she looks. Despite growing up in Perdition, located in the poorer region of the lands, Anika's family was of high influence. Her father was a high-ranking military officer, and his disciplines were reflected in his parenting habits. His goal was to raise Anika as a younger version of himself, and he succeeded in doing so. Her hatred of deviants was palpable at a young age. Her father taught her to blame the deviants for the death of her mother-- Though she died at the hands of a Reaper instead of a sane deviant. But to Anika and her father, they were the same thing. No one disagreed, and those who did were too scared of being executed by her own father for possibly being a deviant themselves. By the age of eighteen, young Anika was well on her way to becoming a military officer herself. She wanted to prove herself more than anything to her father, and it became her goal to catch a deviant. It was her determination to prove herself to her father that left him paralyzed from the waist down. Oh, Anika found herself a deviant. But she severely miscalculated her own abilities. Physically, she was able to hold her own. But mentally, she couldn't put the bullet in the girl her age. It was late at night, and the light from the fluorescent light above made the girl look far too human for Anika's taste. But when her own father found the two and startled Anika into firing, the young deviant redirected the bullet into her father's spine. The deviant escaped, and Anika was left with her father a shell of who he once was. From that night on, she promised herself that no other deviants were going to get away from her. Not anymore. [div class=tag]family[/div] Matthew Laskin [Father] - Alive, paralyzed from the waist down. Victoria Laskin [Mother] - Deceased, killed in Reaper attacker. [div class=tag]theme song[/div] choke.[/div][/div] [div class=title style="top: -10px; right: 20px; text-align: right; font-family: Times New Roman;"]the extras[/div][/div][/div]

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Vasilisa Zasha Ivanov [div class=tag]Nickname[/div] Lissa, V[ee] (common) [div class=tag]Alias[/div] V [div class=tag]Age[/div] 24 [div class=tag]DOB[/div] January 1 [div class=tag]POB[/div] Russia [div class=tag]Gender[/div] Female [div class=tag]Sexuality[/div] Heterosexual [div class=tag]Role[/div] The Marksman [div class=tag]Superpower[/div] Enhanced Vision [/div][/div] [div class=title style="top: -10px; right: 20px; text-align: right; font-family: Times New Roman;"]the basics[/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=tabcontainer]

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A liar is definitely not a word used to describe Vee. Honest to a fault, sometimes too much so, she detests liars and dishonesty. A fast learner, especially when it comes to guns, you can't deny her intelligence. She's brash and bold, and most people find her hard to get along with. If first impressions last forever, she'll probably manifest on your bad side, especially if she thinks you looked at her or someone she cares about wrong. She throws her all into everything she does, sometimes too much so. [div class=tag]4 Pos[/div] passionate | intelligent | adaptable | honest [div class=tag]4 Neg[/div] blunt | overcritical | proud | impulsive [div class=tag]Likes[/div] shooting | winning | dark chocolate | boots [div class=tag]Dislikes[/div] people in her space | bright colors | hot coffee | phone conversations [div class=tag]Fears[/div] drowning| losing her skills | losing those shes close with [/div][/div] [div class=title style="top: -10px; right: 20px; text-align: right; font-family: Times New Roman;"]the persona[/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=tabcontainer]

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Enhanced Vision - she can see with amazing clarity/detail, far into the distance, in the dark (night vision), or possibly into other dimensions. [div class=tag]Weaknesses[/div] Sensory overload (her eyesight can be overloaded); blindness inducement; sensitive to bright lights especially after prolonged exposure to darkness. [div class=tag]Brief History[/div] Vasilisa was born in Russia, to a blyat mother and the man who she'd led on to have an affair. Her mother used her pregnancy as a pawn, to get money and other items from the father that Vee would never know. By the time she was one year old, they were living on the run. Her father had evidently gotten tired of the blackmail and put a bounty on her mother's head. But the truth has a funny way of coming out, and it did. She and her mother were found, and her mother promptly killed for her role in the blackmail. Her father's reputation was ruined. He took his infant daughter and fled to the US, where they would start over. A new life for both of them. It didn't take him long to fit right in, but with her temper problems and the nightmares, Vee struggled. It didn't help that she wasn't exactly normal. With her father throwing himself into his work, Vee was constantly begging for his attention. The older she got, the more she found that attention in other ways, both good and bad. [div class=tag]Family[/div] Viktor Ivanov | Father | Alive Tara Krasnov | Mother | Deceased [div class=tag]Theme Song[/div] [div class=tag]Misc[/div] n/a for now [/div][/div] [div class=title style="top: -10px; right: 20px; text-align: right; font-family: Times New Roman;"]the extras[/div][/div][/div]

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[ConstantineStories]

Spoiler: Constatine

The Spy

Spoiler: Constatine

Constantine (or Blink to his comrades) has the code name of Spector (due to his uncanny ability to disappear, both literally [superpower] and through stealth). He swears that he is a 10-degree blackbelt ninja (which is most likely not even a thing) but has yet to show any impressive display of karate or ju-jitsu (excepting the time he tried to do a high kick and pulled a muscle). He is 24 (born on July 6, 1995) and was born in Vail, Colorado but swears depending on the week that he was either born in France or Argentina. He never takes himself seriously and because of that he’s difficult to read. He is attractive but not in a memorable way…easy to forget. He is male and his fellow Phantoms are quite sure he “bats for the home team” but he is a shameless flirt.

Constantine is about 6’2 and weighs 195. He’s thin despite eating continuously. He has ancient angelic symbols as tattoos on his torso (chest, stomach, back) and arms, but will not allow anyone to touch them. They are scarred and roughly done…and when he has nightmares (almost every night) they glow a pale blue. His eyes are electric blue and his hair tends to be spikey messy because he is continually pulling at it in his anxiety. He is a reluctant leader, a fierce friend, a very willing confidante, and a jokester. Negative traits would be corking off or mouthing off when he should really show restraint (not very much tact), blind anger when around people being tortured or abused (possible risk in expeditions), manipulative, and forgetful. He loves food, coffee, and physical affection. He hates seafood and “boring people with no humor or personality.” He is afraid of needles and knives.

He has been appointed (by default) as the leader of the Phantoms at a young age as a teen and lead his group through starvation after crops where decimated four years ago. His fellow Phantoms love him but the older ones also get exasperated by his pranks. He has intense anxiety and is very self conscious…the more self-concious he is, the more obnoxious he becomes.

 

[Kannos]

Spoiler: Callum Adler

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• Personal
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  Name: Callum Adler
  
  Nickname: Cal, Addy, Admin
  
  Alias: The Immortal
  
  Role: Assassin
  
  Age: Appears to be in his early 30s, actual age unknown
  
  Date of Birth: Unknown
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Power: Autonomous Adaptation
  
  
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  Personality:
  Callum comes off as a man who might love violence a bit too much, even if he really doesn’t. He's the oldest of the unit and a pragmatist who’s developed a disturbingly violent knack for war. Being known as ‘The Immortal’ has certainly developed a frightening reputation amongst those who he doesn’t deem as friends, a fact he takes advantage of frequently when engaged in combat. Outside of combat he may seem difficult to approach, but once done most could never get him to shut the hell up.
  
  Callum is prone to episodes of intense anger and violent outbursts and easily succumbs to frustration but at his core lies an incredibly empathetic and caring man, one who values his friends and family more than his own life. Selflessness is the first attribute that comes to mind in the eyes of friends, almost lethally so during his encounters with the Enyos. Among foes, lethality itself is a more prominent concept.
  
  While his soft core makes him amicable to friends and good acquaintances, such a demeanor only goes so far and Callum typically lacks much other social skills or beneficial traits. He’s deftly learned that where diplomacy is concerned, he’s best left to stand outside.
  
  While sometimes a tad less mature than he ought to be concerning both age and role among the Deviants, he’s certainly capable of switching to a more serious mindset when required by those he aims to protect. The actions he’d take to care for and protect the Deviants could in fact be disturbingly unclear were he pushed to the breaking point.
  
  Backstory:
  Not much is known about Callum's life, and even he has a difficult time remembering anything before his time with his Deviant family. He was a stead fast pillar of the community for as long as any of the newer generations can remember and will likely be there long after the next several have come and gone.
  
  What is known, rather infamously in fact, is his purpose. And despite its many names it can be summed up to one simple task: Protect the Deviants, no matter the measures necessary.
  
  
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  Height: 1.8 m (6 ft)
  
  Weight: 82 kg (180 lbs)
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  Distinguishing Features: Bulky Appearance
  
  
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  Weapons:
  
  1. Two aluminum bastons, essentially 30" (76 cm) long sticks Callum is especially experienced in using; both are strapped to his back holstered in an 'X' pattern.
  2. A Dahong Palay, a single-edged sword originating from the Philippines, strapped around his waist with its hilt on his left side.
  3. A Bolo, strapped to his right leg.
  Skills:
  
  1. Callum is an incredibly proficient hand-to-hand combatant, having extensive training that emphasizes weapon-based combat, grappling, joint locks, and the disarming of opponents. He's also capable of utilizing items from his environment in the event that his preferred weapons are not accessible, and of course even without weapons he still poses a danger to almost any combatant.
  Power
  Autonomous Adaptation
  Callum’s body continuously provides circumstantial, and thus temporary, adaptations to immediate threats or environmental factors. Examples of such manifestations include receiving functioning gills after being submerged in water, gaining night vision after being in the dark for several seconds, being able to survive without oxygen, food, or water if deprived long enough, his skin becoming fire proof in response to open flames, and his muscles developing increased muscle mass in response to heavy lifting.
  
  Effectively Callum has drawn the lucky card of near partial-immortality, as most physical harm is negated so long as his body can keep up with it. If engaged in combat with multiple opponents his body may fail to react in time to incoming threats if preoccupied or in the process of adapting to another threat. His resistance to mental manipulation, be it supernatural or otherwise, is distinctly normal.
  
  Given his naturally enhanced reflexes and strength, besting Callum in one-on-one combat is almost universally difficult for many Deviants and practically impossible for unenhanced humans.
  
  Strengths: Variable types of endurance and strong resistance to hardship. Useful for intimidation.
  
  Weaknesses: Adaptation may be overwhelmed or unable to respond to too much stimuli. Adaptation is partially unpredictable and can’t be influenced by what Callum wants to happen.
  

 

[Husk]

A wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.​

Elias Dawn

B A S I C S​

Nickname: Eli, El.

Alias: Corvus. Can you trust a crow?

Age: 25.

Date of Birth: January 1st.

Place of Birth: Region 1, Ylheim.

Gender: Uncaring, male-presenting.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Role: The Con Man.

Superpower: "Thorns" as Elias has dubbed it.

A P P E A R A N C E​

Height: 6'3".

Weight: 165lbs.

Hair: Stark black.

Eye color: Blue with intermingling green hues.

Distinguishing features: Distinctly bright eyes coupled with the scatterings of beauty marks and freckles.

Faceclaim: Toni Mahfud.

P E R S O N A​

P O S I T I V E…

…Charismatic

…Sly

…Creative

…Quick-thinker

…Curious

…Artistic


N E G A T I V E…

…Bitter

…Pessimistic

…Perpetual Liar

…Rash in decision making

…Sardonic

…Unprincipled

S U P E R P O W E R​

Abilities: Elias has the ability to have thorn-like spikes made of keratin or skin cells, black as a dab of ink, grow from his skin. The growths can occur anywhere and be formed to his suiting. However, the power is vastly out of his control, and as such, he has come to treat it with a level of trepidation.
Learning control has been a task of patience and determination. The extent of his abilities is to form a blade from his forearms or thorned claws from his nailbeds.
In theory, the growths could be used to protect and weaponize himself all at the same time.
Elias is far from accomplishing this feat, however.

Often, the power is connected to his mood, and if provoked, his ability can become uncontrollable and damaging even to himself.
Not to mention, the formation of the growths themselves are physically painful for Elias, making it a double-edged sword.
The growths have mild healing properties, but they only heal the area where they emerged. A fair trade-off.


Weaknesses: Elias' power can rend his flesh, often leaving him with damage after usage. Although this mends due to a chemical within the thorned spikes that can meld skin. However, the process is slow.
As such, Elias is limited in how much of his power can be utilized at once lest he becomes marred by lacerations.
The damage done by the thorns varies wildly and, at times, leaves him unafflicted. This factor gives way to another weakness: instability.

At the moment, Elias' control over his power is, well, nothing to brag home about, and it certainly doesn't assist him in his duties to his chagrin. He is hampered further by his unwillingness to adapt to the power unless necessity calls for it.
At least, that is as of this moment. Hypothetically, the damage done by the power should lessen once Eli acclimates to it.
Elias' power also relies on his physical state or otherwise abilities native to his being. As one may wield a sword, Elias must wield his power, so while he can weaponize himself, he cannot rely on that alone. He must also rely on his innate skills, be it fighting to agileness. So, he must keep himself disciplined.

I N…D E P T H…A P P E A R A N C E​

Elias is a willowy fellow, with a notably thin frame exaggerated by his height, standing at 6'3". Skin a bronze hue, with dark rings around his eyes, the man looks weary, and to be frank, his tired-looking state speaks of his insomniac nature.
Beauty marks speckle his face in various locations.
His blue-green eyes are lined with thick lashes.

His hair is shorter with shaved sides and is ebony in its coloration.
On his back is a tattoo of a moth with dissipating wings and along his chest is a long scar with tattered looking edges- its origins unknown to anyone but Eli himself. Elias oft dressed simplistic in darker wear, often baggy to hide his meager form, now, although, he does tend to like looking more styled if the mood strikes him.
In terms of when he seeks to con, he wears whatever may be apropos for the situation.

Scars mar his arms; however, when asked about them, he has a million stories behind their appearance. His back is blemished from nervous picking, alongside his arms, although, his tattoo obscures some of the aforementioned blemishing. His features are considerably chiseled, with higher set cheekbones and a rugged jaw. His nose curves upwards slightly.

Perpetually, he looks irked about something, and the probability is high that he is, indeed, vexed.
Elias has an industrial bar piercing on both ears, and, at one point, he had a tongue piercing, of which he phased out of rather quickly.
It would be apt to say he is an individual who embodies the phrasing of "up to no good" in terms of his visage and mannerisms, down to his posture.
However, Eli can take on any posture or airs needed to deceive others, down to taking on different voices.

I N…D E P T H…P E R S O N A L I T Y​

Elias often sees the glass as half empty rather than half full, generally assuming the worst of situations or the worst from individuals as a whole. His outlook can be described as grim, although, there are those slivers of times when he attempts to rectify his perspective, to bet he'll be optimistic is a losing one, in most circumstances.

Being full of intrigue, Elias often has piqued interest over something, be it a person and their secrets to a specific field of knowledge, to something as simple as the forecasting of tomorrow's weather. They say curiosity killed the cat, and Elias will counter with satisfaction brought it back. The world is a place with roots of learning, and Elias is eager to pluck the sprouting buds.

At that, Elias is a creative soul, able to play varying amounts of instruments, paint, and photograph with a keen skill. Although, much to his chagrin, his muse is lacking, and scarcely does he find time to indulge.

Something that can be considered a flaw and a trait that does indeed make Elias hard to read is his inability to express certain emotions. Elias is not open emotionally; instead, in fact, his doors are shut behind a multitude of facades, mainly, ones of cockiness and confidence. Such feigned composure hides his real emotions and, often, his intent, and this can make Elias seem to be a secretive individual and for some, hard to trust.

In the same breath, it can be stated Elias does not know how to show certain emotions, two of which hinder him most being love that is either profound or intense or sadness as both make him feel vulnerable.

Perhaps due to his upbringing, Elias is an embittered individual, and at times, a venomous person with a fanged bite. Caustically sardonic while vexed, Elias can be a force to be reckoned with when it comes to a battle of words. Slights often go unforgiven, and grudges are held deep like blood in his veins. In the meanwhile, Elias is intensely loyal to those he holds close. Be it defending them, or maintaining a secret, there is no wavering in Elias’s loyalty unless you’ve done something immense to hurt him. This loyalty, however, can be exploited, leaving Elias prone to getting involved in relationships not so idea on many fronts, being much akin to a kicked puppy, with no real sense of what the balance of a healthy relationship to an unhealthy relationship is whenever he falls loyal to an individual.

A compulsive liar, while this trait tends to weed itself out once he becomes close to an individual to a certain extent, to those he does not know well, he habitually lies and feigns stories on compulsion, often without meaning to (hence, the compulsion element). Of course, this tendency leads to dramatic tales or facts born from pure imagination. However, once one breaks past his stony exterior and to his core, this trait, oddly enough, tends to dissipate.

However, even then, Elias will lie if it is to his benefit- lacking a particular moral stance that would persuade him from doing so.

With a quick wit and a sharp tongue, Eli is something of a smooth talker, and a tad bit of a comedian. While his humor is cynical, it’s humor all the same. Eli can seem to know what to say and when to say it, allowing him to weasel out of the many tricky situations he finds himself in, despite the odds. It’s not foolproof, but his mannerisms of speech have pulled him out of many a metaphorical gutter. While not religious in particular, Elias is intrigued by the ideals of an afterlife, if not what stems from different societal envisionings of what occurs after death. A bit of a morbid fascination.

Eli is capable of wearing many masks to obscure his true identity, and he knows he is skillful at it, which serves only to inflate his ego. Feigning personas becomes a game of chess, and he finds gratification in crafting ruses. To say his moral compass is off would not be inaccurate.

BIOGRAPHY...

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tw; drug usage

Elias grew up in poverty within Ylheim alongside his twin siblings Bekka and Collen. All three having been born to Emily Dawn and Nathaniel Dawn. Not particularly fortuitous, their parents were involved in the nefarious, both users of methamphetamines, among other drugs. As such, the care was lacking. One eve, Nathaniel left on an errand no doubt illicit. He did not return, a catalyst for a decline in equilibrium within the family. The beginnings of change began to blossom. Emily's deleterious habits worsened without Nathaniel until she was in either drug-induced comas or abandoning the children to seek a pub in the entertainment district.

At some point, Emily realized her actions were of detriment to Elias, Bekka, and Collen, opting to give them up for adoption. Be it through repression or his youth, Elias scarcely remembers this portion of his life.

In the meanwhile, his twin siblings were adopted, leaving Elias to tumble through the system alone. What he knew shattered beneath his feet.
Elias bounced from foster home to foster home, location to location, never settling into a routine, which left him with minor trauma present still today.
Elias moved schools with frequency throughout his childhood years as he went from one settlement to another, finding difficulty in holding onto friendships. Soon, exasperated, he no longer bothered to create long-lasting connections. Isolation had him by the throat. However, he finally found permanent residency within a larger family that swept him from the poverty of which he grew accustomed to, settling into Region III. Such a move lessened the fear of Reaper invasion, which seemed perpetual in Region I.

Rather, there was solace as he came to settle into Florana. Being ranked the most peaceful of cities, the contrast between the two Regions struck him as stark and vast.
Without the burden of fear upon his shoulders, life picked up for Elias. His foster parents, Justinia Vellen and Marcus Vellen, were amongst the middle working-class. So, while not living in opulence, he could not grouse. In time, he grew content, his confidence beginning to flourish.
Justinia and Marcus had three other children- Ambrosia, Ember, and Scotch -who Elias grew up with, fully integrating himself into the Vellen family.

Soon, however, Elias entered his teenage years, and as his grades plummeted not due to a lack of intelligence but of attendance, he began to get involved in criminal affairs. Forever a restless soul with an addictive nature to precarious situations, he was easily snared, lured in by the company he kept. It did not take long before he became entangled into something resembling a small scale, yet proficient collective of criminals who hid beneath the underbellies of Florana. Selected to be the one to run drugs, Elias' natural ability to sway along with his proclivity toward being charismatic left him yearning to get better and climb from the lower rungs. Taking on his first alias, "Fox," started what would soon become a trend.
For a while, he ran many errands for the collective under the nose of his foster family. This duty required him to take on many personas, and over time, recognition struck that he had a knack for playing multiple roles.

Life is always pliable. The manifestation of his ability taught Elias this. At the age of nineteen, as Elias walked home after a promptu party, he began to feel a searing pain down the lengths of both forearms so fierce he doubled over. From his skin emerged spikes, thorn-like in their shape. Fortunately for him, while the experience contained more than a modicum of agony, he was alone. Managing to stumble into a nearby alley, he watched with bewilderment as the spikes receded, leaving his arms bloodied and covered in gashes. He knew, at this point, he could not return home, nor to the collective. So, he took what he learned from his time within the collective and put it to use, managing to thieve through the course of three nights spent sheltering in the woods an identity, and alongside it, money. Alas, the identity was to be a temporary one, and he treated it as such, returning to Ylheim where he could manage an advantageous stance over the gullible and impoverished. From then on, Elias operated solo. Any bonds formed were quickly broken as Eli moved from one identity to another until he accrued enough funds to begin taking under more extravagant personas and live lives of momentary luxury.

Although Elias frequently moved, never keeping to one place for long. While he pined for his old life, he dwelled little on it, his preoccupation turning pointedly towards the government, beginning to garner what intel he could. A dog eat dog world, Eli grew calloused and resentful. Keen that the government obscured more than he could unravel alone. When an opportunity arose for him to become a Phantom, after being tracked and therefore impressed, he did not turn down such an offer. Rumor grew of a paradise for deviants, and he sought to satiate his piqued intrigue. Besides, it was another way of giving a middle finger up to a government that cared only to experiment or euthanize him.

MISCELLANEOUS...​

Family:
Mother- Emily Estelle Dawn - Status Unknown
Father- Nathaniel Jessen Dawn - Status Unknown
Sister- Bekka Nathaniel Dawn - Status Unknown
Brother- Collen Ell Dawn - Status Unknown


Foster Mom- Justinia Vellen - Status Unknown
“My mother she told me, don’t get into trouble.”
It would not be wrong to say Elias is (was) coddled but his foster mother, who did nothing but believe in him despite his problematic nature. Because of this, both Elias and Justinia hold a great relationship, although, due to Justinia’s coddling, the stabilization is off and Elias is allowed to get by with things he would otherwise not in regards to his foster father.


Foster Dad- Marcus Vellen - Status Unkown
“My father he told me, he knew I would.”
Stern and strict, Elias and Marcus do not see eye to eye. That is the gist of their relationship as a whole. Marcus is unapproving of both Justinia’s coddling and Elias’ attitude and behavior. This leads to strife at times between Justinia and Marcus that Elias attempts to ignore the guilt of, with little success.

Foster Sister- Ambrosia Vellen - Status Unknown
“My sister she told me, to do something good”
Ambrosia and Elias have a fair relationship, although Ambrosia seems intent on “fixing” Elias. Often, she is attempting to dig him out of complicated situations, regardless of their nature, which leads to herself falling into trouble.
Elias, at all costs, strives to keep his doings from reaching his sister’s ears, lest she gets involved.

Foster Twin Brothers- Ember Vellen, Scotch Vellen - Status Unknown
“My brothers they told me, don’t give a damn.”
Enablers, to say the least. Elias holds a complicated relationship with both Ember and Scotch.
Convoluted and twisted, for their amusement, Ember, and Scotch oft encourage Elias’ negative doings. Their enabling is a striking contrast to Justinia’s, where there is no love involved.




Likes:
alternative rock, animals, potted cacti, the sensation of being out in the rain, obtaining close bonds, getting plastered during his downtime, writing, photography, being alone when having conversation grows tiresome, painting, dealing, partying, avoiding the truth through lies, ideologies of death, pulling the strings in his life, living on his toes, getting into and starting verbal fights where he can utilize his wit and sharp tongue, manipulating situations to be in his favor, adrenaline, being conniving, taking advantage of amateurs, having the sensation of control over his life, humorous discourse, being a step ahead, stealing, being involved in operations revolving around conning someone to get what he wants.

Dislikes:
liars {Despite being one}, having to answer queries he's unprepared for, large crowds, sobriety, the complexity of close bonds, the loud clap of thunder, sudden confrontations he didn’t start, politics, the reflection in the mirror, lacking control over his life, hypocrites, having absolutely nothing to do, insects, the ocean, losing fights, being addicted to nicotine but lacking the willpower to do anything about it, having to handle remorse, others seeing through his lies, the government and its loyal dogs, dull conversations, the hindrance of his power.

Fears:
Having any of his innumerable aliases revealed, the idea of becoming a Reaper, his schemes going awry, utter isolation, commitment, seeing his birth mother again, when it's too quiet and too dark for his comfort.

Theme Song - Who Are You Really - Mikky Ekko

"what do you want from a devil like me?"​

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[div class=name] Artificer[/div]
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One light is ambition
Some light is rebellion
Like stars
Let us shine

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[div class=basicscontainer][div class=basics][div class=subtitle]full name[/div] Andromeda Galloway

[div class=subtitle]nickname[/div] Ana |little star |

[div class=subtitle]alias [/div] Psyche

[div class=subtitle]age[/div] twenty-four

[div class=subtitle]d.o.b [/div] 25th of May

[div class=subtitle]p.o.b [/div] settlement 311

[div class=subtitle]gender[/div] female

[div class=subtitle]sexuality[/div] bisexual

[div class=subtitle]role[/div] The Artificer

[div class=subtitle]superpower[/div] Astral Projection

[div class=subtitle]height/weight[/div] 5'7" / 130lbs

[div class=subtitle]haircolour[/div] red

[div class=subtitle]eye colour[/div] green

[div class=subtitle] distinguishing features[/div] freckles mapping her nose and part of her cheeks and her bright red hair.

[div class=subtitle]faceclaim [/div] Karen Gillan

[/div][/div][div class=header1]Would you join me...[/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=pages][div class=subtitle]personality overview[/div]
Andromeda might be the living embodiment of the curious cat who can get killed by her own inquisitive endeavours. There's a burning desire to be as omniscient as achievable, a knowledge devotee who will stop at nothing to unravel the mysteries in the world - no matter how large the risk. Nosy in a way that there is no such thing as faux-pas questions and the female will pose them. Impulsive fuelled by emotions that she can't quite hide, no matter how hard she tries. Overcompensates the traits she has to veil with a persona dynamic enough to generate headaches. A tad noisy, often rambles aloud, and chatters easily. A person who can't do halves, especially when it comes to expressing emotions. Gets too excited about things, too determined about others and too frustrated about matters. An independent thinker, because nowadays, trust is too easily given, questions too little asked. Lies veiled as truths are too easily spilled, and way too easily believed. Andromeda lives by the principle that you should never stop asking questions, never stop questioning the world around you, and never stop trusting your instincts. Intuitive and wickedly observant. Maybe that's also part of the reason why she actually made it to the team, despite her lacking battle skills. Knows there's a thin, treacherous line to tread as an Enyo, knows that she's teetering over the edge of loyalty and staring down into the deep depths of sedition, but does it anyways. Because that's who she is. A person who above all, wants to fight for what's right. Tenacious and caring, though will strike without hesitation to keep the people she cares for safe and sound. A woman with crafty hands and a knack for inventing.

[div class=subtitle]positive traits[/div]
[+] Observant
[+] Caring
[+] Energetic
[+] Determined

[div class=subtitle]negative traits[/div]
[-] Impulsive
[-] Nosy
[-] Obnoxious
[-] Highly Emotional

[div class=subtitle]likes[/div]
[★] watching the sunset/sunrise
[★] discovering relics from the old world
[★] stargazing
[★] the smell of fresh fruit
[★] assembling and dissembling objects
[★] the light-hearted moments between tense situations.
[★] unchecked laughter
[★] long showers
[★] humour
[★] oversized sweaters

[div class=subtitle]dislikes[/div]
[✱] politics
[✱] the cold
[✱] secrets [ you hypocrite fucker]
[✱] ignorance
[✱] prejudice
[✱] constant criticism
[✱] the rain
[✱] arrogance
[✱] inconsideration
[✱] boring tasks

[div class=subtitle]fears[/div]
- anyone of the team finding out about her inner disloyalty towards the government and getting snitched on.
- authoritative figures finding out about her superpower and having her family getting punished for harbouring a deviant - even though they don't know of this identity.
- having the ones she cares about view her as a monster should they uncover her inhuman abilities.
- reapers. they have no business being this scary.
[div class=subtitle] superpower abilities [/div]
With astral projection, Andromeda is able to voluntarily project the astral body and separate it from the physical body. She can also transfer the astral body, meaning she can possess the body of another person for a limited period of time. In the person's body, she has full control over their actions and can even access recently obtained memories. The longer she stays in the person's body, the better she becomes accustomed to their mind and the more memories she can unlock.

[div class=subtitle]superpower weaknesses [/div]
her superpowers are vision dependent, meaning she can't possess anyone out of sight. Further on, because her consciousness is practically transferring to another body, her own will lose consciousness and become limp as if she has fainted, and it will stay that way until her own astral body is returned. Aside from that, separating the astral body is already a taxing process in itself, let alone keeping it divided. It becomes riskier and riskier the longer she remains in another body since returning might not be possible if the energy is repleted priorly. In this case, her soul will be stuck in her own limbo, merely floating around- always close, but never in reach of belonging somewhere. In a worst-case scenario, her mentality can be so affected that the tether to her own body can be severed forever, meaning no return, ever.

[div class=subtitle]history[/div]
There are multiple pros about being born and raised in a small settlement in the third region. Its reputation of peaceful and tranquillity extended towards almost all settlements and cities within the region and prompted the authorities to really not pay that much attention to what transpired in the cities, let alone a small settlement. Rules were monitored more loosely and exceptions more easily accorded. Andromeda could be considered lucky and truly - in comparison with the horrors others might have to deal with in the 1st region - she was. Her early childhood was normal even though her father was the archon of the settlement, and frankly, quite uneventful.

Settlement 311 laid north, quite close to the borders of region I and the Wilderlands that her father had dubbed as 'dangerous and completely off-limits for a young girl like her bla bla bla.' did that stop Andromeda from exploring? Ohh, hell no. When her father was away at work and her mother was too preoccupied with handling the triplets that followed four years after Andromeda, the little girl used sneak and ventured into the forbidden area. She often spent her time simply looking around and exploring the vestiges from the old world. But one time, her secret travels led her towards a lake, and an accidental encounter took place. At the lake, was a young girl, looking around the same age, waves dancing around her. A deviant. Andromeda had heard the stories about them, the depictions of monsters, images of cold-blooded killers. The tales of the Union were horrid enough to scare any child, but instead of fear, the young girl was mesmerised. So instead of running away, Andromeda approached her, and maybe even more unexpected, the other girl didn't run away.

Living in settlement 311 certainly had its pros. Andromeda was able to visit the Wilderlands and spend time with her new friend Mana without any of her parents noticing and she was even able to sneak her new friend into the settlement without fearing repercussions one time. However, along with the pros were always some cons. And unfortunately, one of those cons became apparent in the worst way possible, and let to the 311 massacre.

It was not supposed to happen. Region III was supposed to be the safest region. Yet, it took one night in winter, one heavily unfortified settlement, and one wandering horde of reapers for Andromeda to wake up to screaming in the dark. It all happened in a blur - and maybe blessedly so - but the settlement stood no chance against the vicious ferals. Most of the settlers were slaughtered within moments and Andromeda and her family would've joined them if it wasn't for a certain deviant showing up at the place with a group of others and killing the reapers.

There were no interactions after. The deviants started to leave again as soon as the last reaper was killed and Andromeda's friend mana followed without any words, save for a nod. Andromeda never saw her again.

Two weeks later, there was a knock on the door of their temporary home in the nearby settlement. It was the scion of the third region, coming to discuss matters surrounding the massacre. Her father told her to take her younger brothers to the bedrooms and stay there. Andromeda complied... partly. After bribing her brothers to stay quiet with candy, the girl sneaked back to the living room to eavesdrop. And that's when she heard it. As always, the Union was not one for admitting their own failure in protecting the population. A proposal was made; her father was to give an open statement to the press and tell it was not reapers but deviants who slaughtered the village and he would be given the opportunity to become archon of Solaris, a city in the west of region III. The thing about the Union is that they can make it seem like you have a choice, but that's all an illusion. Her father knew that if he didn't agree, it would be treated as an act of dissent. So, he accepted the deal, unknowing that there was a secret pair of ears listening to it.

This was the point when Andromeda started to distrust the government and this distrust only grew more as her life changed. In Solaris, things were a lot different. There were more restrictions and the female began to realize how much the Union dictated about her life. She couldn't help but start to wonder how much of the Union's messages held the actual truth, couldn't help but to wonder if this was really freedom.


[div class=subtitle]family[/div]
Corona Galloway - mother | alive |
Proja Galloway - father | alive |
Aries Galloway - younger brother | alive |
Orion Galloway - younger brother | alive |
Perseus - younger brother | alive

[div class=subtitle]theme song[/div]
YOU - James Arthur

[div class=subtitle]misc.[/div]
tba

[/div][/div][div class=header2] and unravel the world together?[/div]
[div class=credit]code by sox[/div][/div]

 

[Grimmok]

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[Physiicz]

Spoiler: Adam King

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Name: Adam King

Nickname: Addy

Alias: Prometheus - After the trickster Titan who gave fire to humanity

Age: 26

Date of birth: 15th November

Place of birth: Settlement 1

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Role: The Con Man

Superpower: Shape-shifting

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Weight: 184lbs

Height: 6'2

Hair colour: Dark brown

Eye colour: Chestnut Brown

Distinguishing features: Has a very endearing smile

Faceclaim: Chris Wood

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Abilities: Adam has the ability change parts of his body or his whole body at will. For example he can shift his arm into a spike or shift his face to match that of another persons. This ability allows him to cater his looks and body to the person he may be tricking or if it comes down to it, shift so he has a weapon in a fight. The only way he can shift into something is if he has visually seen the object or person before.

Weaknesses: Shifting can cause immense pain for Adam. He has trained himself overtime to minimise the pain on certain shifts such as turning his teeth into those like a wolf with large canines or his nails into razor sharp claws. These smaller shifts can be done over and over again to gain familiarity and to minimise the pain. The bigger and more complex the shift, the more painful it can become. The pain can be so great he can pass out or worse kill himself. Something like shifting into that of a completely different species would most likely kill him. Adam has only done small shifts, the biggest being a facial transformation which caused him excruciating pain.


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Personality: Charming. Flirtatious. Endearing. Fake. Deceitful. A liar Adam King is good at being someone else. Almost too good. He can be anyone he wants to be and with the skills of a liar, he can quite easily pull it off. Arrogant, cocky and sometimes over-confident it can be hard to get close to Adam on a personal level. It's easier to ward a person off rather than take them on a tour through the broken and damaged mind he nurses. Scarred from his dark past, Adam has put up so many walls, so many lies and so many personalities he's even made himself believe that everything is okay. The pain and suffering Adam has went through has moulded him into a husk. an empty husk that is temporarily filled by whatever persona he decides to steal and use for that day. To an outsider it may seem he is a self-centred asshole but in fact Adam is merely trying to do something fulfilling, something to create a permanent image of himself. Something to replace the damaged goods. Maybe one day.

4 positive traits: Resilient - Driven - Empathetic - Witty

4 negative traits: Pessimistic - Sarcastic - Arrogant - Cocky

Likes: Obtaining valuable objects - Lying - Breaking the rules - Talking

Dislikes: The Government - Humourless people - Brooding - Failing

Fears: People finding out about his past - Heights


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History: Region 1, Settlement 1. Birth place of Adam King. At the time it was a joyous occasion for the King family, a second child being welcomed into the family. Happiness was present in the family but also present was worry. They could barely afford for the three of the to eat, never mind four people. His father being the sole breadwinner for the family, struggled greatly and it was obvious both his mental and physical health was at risk. Adam was five years old when he found his fathers body. Motionless in the family home, Adam just couldn't understand why his father was sleeping in the middle of the day. His childhood there on was a mess of poverty and heartbreak. Adam's mother struggled to make money and even his older brother, Calvin, had to pitch in and try to make some money. Adam was young but he understood how hard it was on them and living in Ylheim didn't make it much easier.

Coming into his teenage years, Adam started a more unorthodox method of earning money. He prowled the streets of the city thieving and pickpocketing. Being a shorter and agile child, he could easily swipe a piece of tech and be gone within seconds and doing this saved his life. Ylheim being prone to the reaper attacks unfortunately suffered another. Being on the eastern side of the city while the attack was on the west kept Adam well away from the conflict. The only problem was his mother and brother were at home on the western side of the city.

By the time Adam arrived home, it was a mess. Traumatic could barely begin to explain how it was for Adam. All three family members, all three people he had depended on throughout his life were all dead. But shouldn't have the union protected them? Shouldn't they have stopped them? Adam's mind was a mess. Pain, hatred and sadness coursed through him like poison. For years Adam blamed the Union for his mother and brother's death - his goal was to avenge them in anyway he could. What a blessing it was when he began transitioning. Adam went from a hurt teenager to a hurt teenager with the power to avenge his family.

Adam didn't have to deal with this pain anymore. He could hide behind a fake face, a fake identity and a fake life. He became brilliant at being other people. Emotional walls were struck up and he was no longer the open, empathetic Adam. He was an arrogant, cocky trickster who seemingly didn't allow anyone to get close. It isn't good for someone to have zero human relationships for years on end. Nobody could connect with Adam on a personal level. Fearful of his past life being discovered, fearful of someone finding him as the weak boy unable to save his family. The only connection he had to his past life at this point was his hate for the Union. Pure, unrestricted hatred.

Family: Mark King, Father, Deceased - Alana King, Mother, Deceased - Calvin King, Brother, Deceased

Theme Song: fuck, i'm lonely - Lauv

Misc:


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• MISCINFORMATIONFORSOXXXXX

• NAMEx Rhys Joshua Kennedy

  NICKNAMEx RJ

  ALIASx The Blacksmith

  AGEx 27

  DOBx Jan. 26th

  POBx Settlement 3

  GENDERx Male

  SEXUALITYx Bisexual

  ROLEx The Assassin

  SUPERPOWERx Metallokinesis
• HAIR COLOURx Golden brown

  EYE COLOURx Pale blue-grey

  HEIGHTx 6'3" | 1.92 m

  WEIGHTx 192 lbs | 87 kg

  FCx Max Hamilton

  01 DISTINGUISHING FEATURES

  A single silver stud in his left earlobe, two rings on his middle finger, one on his index and a mole below his left eye. Rarely seen without his hair rather uncaringly gelled down and his thick black jacket with the shearling collar. The sheer presence of his height and frame is, well.. Distinct, and he'll occasionally drop the 'th' sound in words for a slight 't'. Irish holdover. Extensive scarring such as his is no longer quite so unique these days.
  
• 01 VIRTUES

  ▸ Thorough
  ▸ Resourceful
  ▸ Practical
  ▸ Selfless
  ▸ Bold
  ▸ Sharp-witted

  02 VICES

  ▸ Detatched
  ▸ Unprincipled
  ▸ Violent
  ▸ Vindictive
  ▸ Stubborn
  ▸ Unforgiving

  03 OVERVIEW

  Being able to fully describe Rhys is a feat beyond the hopes of most. He's relentlessly unreadable, something that's enough to make people immediately wary. Warier. As if his appearance wasn't enough. He finds it rather enjoyable to play with, too; it's easy to assume that he's all muscle and no brain, but it's a dangerous stereotype to fall on. He doesn't particularly mind. It's rather funny, even. Razor-sharp and armed with the odd casual lash of straight-faced wit sometimes so subtle that it leaves you wondering whether he was actually serious, he certainly likes to amuse himself with these impassive little games of mischief in his downtime.
  
  Notorious dry humour aside, he's blunt, insensitive, impatient, shamelessly controversial and as useful in diplomatic situations as a baseball bat during surgery. It's little surprise that going too far isn't exactly a worry that often crosses his mind. He doesn't usually care to really understand people, either - it's a waste of time on temporary things, after all. People are numbers and he's bloody Pythagoras himself. A clever but cold strategist, skilled at painting broad pictures but prone to forgetting the small human details, he tries to walk the fine line between violence and tactics that he's still frequently known to cross. The relaxed, nonchalant, often thoroughly indifferent exterior covers a simmering pool of aggression a mile wide, and all his silent grudge-holding can occasionally spark off cruelty. It's all the more shocking for it. He's not often angry, don't be mistaken - just think of him more like the most vengeful kind of adrenaline junkie. It's almost cathartic. He won't openly seek it out, but it's never exactly far behind, either. Violence is a tool and he's a craftsman with liberal passions and a strong stomach, and intense distain towards those who like to bandy about self-gratifying catchwords such as 'mercy' and 'forgiveness'. In his world, they will get you killed and they will get your friends killed all so you can feel some glorious moral superiority for a minute, and anyone who disagrees with him needs to grow up. He's a charmer, alright.
  
  It's unsurprising that this venom towards these 'weak little martyrs' is some potent mixture of old scars and a deep, deep well of guilt and self-loathing. He says it's too late to turn back now, anyway, though he can be reckless in some near suicidally self-sacrificing ways. Rhys doesn't care about much, it seems, his life, death, ethics, or even the majority of people, but there's sometimes the odd brief flash of compassion. Kindness, even, though usually only when he's smashed or at the rock-bottom end of tired. Maybe even some godforsaken combination of both. Tough, older-brotherly love is the only kind he knows, and it's expressed most often to a precious few through his deep and utterly fierce protective streak. He still likes to make excuses, though. 'It's all tactical,' he says. (It's not.)

  04 LIKES

  ▸ Early dawn
  ▸ Heights
  ▸ Soda on ice
  ▸ Cats
  ▸ Green grapes
  ▸ Cold showers
  ▸ Chewing gum
  ▸ Sculptures
  ▸ Card games
  ▸ The smell of gasoline

  05 DISLIKES

  ▸ Tight spaces
  ▸ Birds
  ▸ Cooking
  ▸ Drunkards
  ▸ Indecisiveness
  ▸ Leniency
  ▸ Bitter food
  ▸ Prying
  ▸ Traitors
  ▸ Begging

  06 FEARS

  ▸ Failure
  ▸ Insanity
  
• 01 HISTORY

  Rhys only really bothers to say it's some typical kind of sob story before closing up again. He and his half-sister Grace were all but raised by their older half-brother Liam in the heart of Settlement 3 under the shadow of an alcoholic he recoils to have called his father. The 'mother' word was never spoken. They each had different ones, after all, with only the surname of a philanderer to share between them. Antalas was never a pleasant city, either - following a violent, city-wide gang uprising before his birth, the militia was harsh, and cracked down on the city with a new iron fist. The main streets were relatively safe those days, Reapers aside, but it only really forced the crime and dirt below the surface, and it festered there. The veneer was thin at the best of times.
  
  His period of transition was early and abrupt. Adam Kennedy was horrified - the only thing stopping him from taking Rhys and his shotgun out the back was Liam. He stood between them and shoved him back, protecting the young Deviant with his body and eventually forcing their father out the door of their apartment, lip split and reeling and screaming bloody murder. They locked the door and shook as they watched him leave. But Liam was always a pragmatist - he found Grace from where she was hiding in her room, packed her a bag and sent her to stay with a friend of his, brushing her hair out her eyes and promising that she'd be back soon when it had blown over. That was the last time either of them saw her. He had just finished packing theirs when their father returned, and he wasn't alone this time, either. A few friends from the factory followed behind this time, guns and baseball bats in hand, and the door was promptly broken in. The intention was clear yet Liam still tried to reason with them - he tried the civility route so they could talk, maybe reach an agreement, nobody needed to get hurt, but nothing got through. Rhys watched his half-brother die to protect him that night. He retaliated, fledgling powers lashing out of control, and managed to escape in the bloody aftermath into the night. No plan, and no more family. He was now a known Deviant, barely even an adolescent but already wanted for two counts of murder, one for Adam Kennedy and one for his companion, with three injured witnesses to attest. He sobbed and threw up in the gutter until morning. Come the day, he already knew he had to leave Antalas.
  
  He found the underbellies of the next cities and settlements he hopped between to be far more welcoming. After all kinds of little crimes and rough sleeping he soon found a faction known as the Crow Syndicate, a kind of underground Deviant militia dedicated to fighting back the Reapers' advances without the aid or acknowledgement of the law. They were a strange, sudden family to him. It was led by a woman who they all called Red, whether it was her true name or not, ex-military in background and military in discipline, and under her leadership it flourished from a rag-tag group of outcasts to a guerrilla operation of surprising efficiency. His real motives were unclear even to him. It was partly guilt that drove him to them, most likely, and wanting to prove somehow that he wasn't actually some kind of monster. He could help. His nature could be a force for good, and when they succeeded one day, the whole world would see. He could show Grace, wherever she was, that it was him who helped to build a better world. It all sounds so painfully naïve now.
  
  Red was instrumental in these formative years. He admired her greatly, her resilience and her skill in this hard, invisible war they were waging, and leapt at the chance to become her unofficial protégé. He learnt much of what he knows today from her success. Even so, he wasn't ready to take over when she was killed, yet take over he did. He made a choice - it was either that, or allow her legacy to fall apart in the hands of some other. But it was a heavy burden - the first death under his command nearly broke him. But he learnt and he hardened and he improved, and for those years in between, they actually seemed to make a little headway against the endless tide of Reapers. It fell apart far more quickly. The local Union militia had been tipped off about an organised paramilitary force of Deviants, conclusions were drawn, and the strike against them was brutally decisive. Rhys often regrets being one of the remaining Crows able to escape. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and, wounded and grieving, he only remained with them long enough to do damage control before he spiralled. Those were the people he was trying to win the acceptance of, who he had sacrificed nearly everything for, and they would sooner see him shot like a dog. There was little point, anyway. The Reapers were endless. He thinks the Crows are back in operation these days, but he never went back to check.
  
  He was already dancing on the seams of the underworld as it was. It was easy to just keep slipping down as he eventually resurfaced amongst the cities, witnessing violence, eventually becoming the perpetrator, and he was just all too good at this new job. He's killed in deplorable ways that he's neither proud of nor tries to hide. What else was really left for him to do? He's never been much of a man of peace, and if you have a skill, don't do it for free; he says he's doing exactly what the government does, anyways. The only difference is money. He rarely even bothered with hiding, either. Maybe he was the monster he was told he was. Rhys no longer really cared. For those who knew the crimes attached to Rhys Kennedy, he was an unhinged patricidal Deviant unaccounted for in the north - the Blacksmith replaced him, and a far more chilling reputation came with it.
  
  He almost didn't end up joining the Phantoms. He was surprised that they'd actually approached him, firstly - him - but they also saw some kind of light at the end of the tunnel he thought he'd seen snuffed. But why not? Why not spit in the face of the Union just this one last time?
  

  02 FAMILY

  ▸ ADAM KENNEDY - Father - Deceased
  ▸ ??? - Mother - ???
  ▸ LIAM KENNEDY - Half-brother - Deceased
  ▸ GRACE KENNEDY - Half-sister - ???

  03 THEME

  04 MISC

  ▸ Hehe
  ▸ A chronic insomniac
  ▸ No wonder he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks
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• 01 ABILITIES

  ▸ Rhys is able to shape and manipulate metal as he pleases, from bending railings like plastic straws to having bullets splash harmlessly across his chest.
  ▸ Impervious to heavy metal poisoning.
  ▸ He can detect minute, detailed vibrations and faults in any metal he lays a hand on.
  ▸ Able to extract bullets and shrapnel from otherwise complex wounds.

  02 WEAKNESSES

  ▸ Trace metals - such as the iron in blood - are beyond his control.
  ▸ His stamina isn't inexhaustible, and the more mass he shifts or the more complex the working, the faster he'll tire.
  ▸ The range has limits - the further away it is, the less control he'll ultimately have over it.
  ▸ He can't create it, so no metal, no magic.

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PHYSICAL

PERSONAL

HISTORY

SUPERPOWER

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BASICS

NAME: Rhys Joshua Kennedy
NICKNAME: RJ
ALIAS: The Blacksmith
AGE: 27
DOB: Jan. 26th
POB: Settlement 3
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
ROLE: The Assassin
SUPERPOWER: Metallokinesis

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR: Golden brown
EYE COLOUR: Pale blue-grey
HEIGHT: 6'3" | 1.92 m
WEIGHT: 192 lbs | 87 kg
FC: Max Hamilton

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
A single silver stud in his left earlobe, two rings on his middle finger, one on his index and a mole below his left eye. Rarely seen without his hair rather uncaringly gelled down and his thick black jacket with the shearling collar. The sheer presence of his height and frame is, well.. Distinct, and he'll occasionally drop the 'th' sound in words for a slight 't'. Irish holdover. Extensive scarring such as his is no longer quite so unique these days.

PERSONAL

01 VIRTUES
▸ Thorough
▸ Resourceful
▸ Practical
▸ Selfless
▸ Bold
▸ Sharp-witted

02 VICES
▸ Detatched
▸ Unprincipled
▸ Violent
▸ Vindictive
▸ Stubborn
▸ Unforgiving

03 OVERVIEW
Being able to fully describe Rhys is a feat beyond the hopes of most. He's relentlessly unreadable, something that's enough to make people immediately wary. Warier. As if his appearance wasn't enough. He finds it rather enjoyable to play with, too; it's easy to assume that he's all muscle and no brain, but it's a dangerous stereotype to fall on. He doesn't particularly mind. It's rather funny, even. Razor-sharp and armed with the odd casual lash of straight-faced wit sometimes so subtle that it leaves you wondering whether he was actually serious, he certainly likes to amuse himself with these impassive little games of mischief in his downtime.

Notorious dry humour aside, he's blunt, insensitive, impatient, shamelessly controversial and as useful in diplomatic situations as a baseball bat during surgery. It's little surprise that going too far isn't exactly a worry that often crosses his mind. He doesn't usually care to really understand people, either - it's a waste of time on temporary things, after all. People are numbers and he's bloody Pythagoras himself. A clever but cold strategist, skilled at painting broad pictures but prone to forgetting the small human details, he tries to walk the fine line between violence and tactics that he's still frequently known to cross. The relaxed, nonchalant, often thoroughly indifferent exterior covers a simmering pool of aggression a mile wide, and all his silent grudge-holding can occasionally spark off cruelty. It's all the more shocking for it. He's not often angry, don't be mistaken - just think of him more like the most vengeful kind of adrenaline junkie. It's almost cathartic. He won't openly seek it out, but it's never exactly far behind, either. Violence is a tool and he's a craftsman with liberal passions and a strong stomach, and intense distain towards those who like to bandy about self-gratifying catchwords such as 'mercy' and 'forgiveness'. In his world, they will get you killed and they will get your friends killed all so you can feel some glorious moral superiority for a minute, and anyone who disagrees with him needs to grow up. He's a charmer, alright.

It's unsurprising that this venom towards these 'weak little martyrs' is some potent mixture of old scars and a deep, deep well of guilt and self-loathing. He says it's too late to turn back now, anyway, though he can be reckless in some near suicidally self-sacrificing ways. Rhys doesn't care about much, it seems, his life, death, ethics, or even the majority of people, but there's sometimes the odd brief flash of compassion. Kindness, even, though usually only when he's smashed or at the rock-bottom end of tired. Maybe even some godforsaken combination of both. Tough, older-brotherly love is the only kind he knows, and it's expressed most often to a precious few through his deep and utterly fierce protective streak. He still likes to make excuses, though. 'It's all tactical,' he says. (It's not.)

04 LIKES
▸ Early dawn
▸ Heights
▸ Soda on ice
▸ Cats
▸ Green grapes
▸ Cold showers
▸ Chewing gum
▸ Sculptures
▸ Card games
▸ The smell of gasoline

05 DISLIKES
▸ Tight spaces
▸ Birds
▸ Cooking
▸ Drunkards
▸ Indecisiveness
▸ Leniency
▸ Bitter food
▸ Prying
▸ Traitors
▸ Begging

06 FEARS
▸ Failure
▸ Insanity

HISTORY

01 HISTORY
Rhys only really bothers to say it's some typical kind of sob story before closing up again. He and his half-sister Grace were all but raised by their older half-brother Liam in the heart of Settlement 3 under the shadow of an alcoholic he recoils to have called his father. The 'mother' word was never spoken. They each had different ones, after all, with only the surname of a philanderer to share between them. Antalas was never a pleasant city, either - following a violent, city-wide gang uprising before his birth, the militia was harsh, and cracked down on the city with a new iron fist. The main streets were relatively safe those days, Reapers aside, but it only really forced the crime and dirt below the surface, and it festered there. The veneer was thin at the best of times.

His period of transition was early and abrupt. Adam Kennedy was horrified - the only thing stopping him from taking Rhys and his shotgun out the back was Liam. He stood between them and shoved him back, protecting the young Deviant with his body and eventually forcing their father out the door of their apartment, lip split and reeling and screaming bloody murder. They locked the door and shook as they watched him leave. But Liam was always a pragmatist - he found Grace from where she was hiding in her room, packed her a bag and sent her to stay with a friend of his, brushing her hair out her eyes and promising that she'd be back soon when it had blown over. That was the last time either of them saw her. He had just finished packing theirs when their father returned, and he wasn't alone this time, either. A few friends from the factory followed behind this time, guns and baseball bats in hand, and the door was promptly broken in. The intention was clear yet Liam still tried to reason with them - he tried the civility route so they could talk, maybe reach an agreement, nobody needed to get hurt, but nothing got through. Rhys watched his half-brother die to protect him that night. He retaliated, fledgling powers lashing out of control, and managed to escape in the bloody aftermath into the night. No plan, and no more family. He was now a known Deviant, barely even an adolescent but already wanted for two counts of murder, one for Adam Kennedy and one for his companion, with three injured witnesses to attest. He sobbed and threw up in the gutter until morning. Come the day, he already knew he had to leave Antalas.

He found the underbellies of the next cities and settlements he hopped between to be far more welcoming. After all kinds of little crimes and rough sleeping he soon found a faction known as the Crow Syndicate, a kind of underground Deviant militia dedicated to fighting back the Reapers' advances without the aid or acknowledgement of the law. They were a strange, sudden family to him. It was led by a woman who they all called Red, whether it was her true name or not, ex-military in background and military in discipline, and under her leadership it flourished from a rag-tag group of outcasts to a guerrilla operation of surprising efficiency. His real motives were unclear even to him. It was partly guilt that drove him to them, most likely, and wanting to prove somehow that he wasn't actually some kind of monster. He could help. His nature could be a force for good, and when they succeeded one day, the whole world would see. He could show Grace, wherever she was, that it was him who helped to build a better world. It all sounds so painfully naïve now.

Red was instrumental in these formative years. He admired her greatly, her resilience and her skill in this hard, invisible war they were waging, and leapt at the chance to become her unofficial protégé. He learnt much of what he knows today from her success. Even so, he wasn't ready to take over when she was killed, yet take over he did. He made a choice - it was either that, or allow her legacy to fall apart in the hands of some other. But it was a heavy burden - the first death under his command nearly broke him. But he learnt and he hardened and he improved, and for those years in between, they actually seemed to make a little headway against the endless tide of Reapers. It fell apart far more quickly. The local Union militia had been tipped off about an organised paramilitary force of Deviants, conclusions were drawn, and the strike against them was brutally decisive. Rhys often regrets being one of the remaining Crows able to escape. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and, wounded and grieving, he only remained with them long enough to do damage control before he spiralled. Those were the people he was trying to win the acceptance of, who he had sacrificed nearly everything for, and they would sooner see him shot like a dog. There was little point, anyway. The Reapers were endless. He thinks the Crows are back in operation these days, but he never went back to check.

He was already dancing on the seams of the underworld as it was. It was easy to just keep slipping down as he eventually resurfaced amongst the cities, witnessing violence, eventually becoming the perpetrator, and he was just all too good at this new job. He's killed in deplorable ways that he's neither proud of nor tries to hide. What else was really left for him to do? He's never been much of a man of peace, and if you have a skill, don't do it for free; he says he's doing exactly what the government does, anyways. The only difference is money. He rarely even bothered with hiding, either. Maybe he was the monster he was told he was. Rhys no longer really cared. For those who knew the crimes attached to Rhys Kennedy, he was an unhinged patricidal Deviant unaccounted for in the north - the Blacksmith replaced him, and a far more chilling reputation came with it.

He almost didn't end up joining the Phantoms. He was surprised that they'd actually approached him, firstly - him - but they also saw some kind of light at the end of the tunnel he thought he'd seen snuffed. But why not? Why not spit in the face of the Union just this one last time?

02 FAMILY
▸ ADAM KENNEDY - Father - Deceased
▸ ??? - Mother - ???
▸ LIAM KENNEDY - Half-brother - Deceased
▸ GRACE KENNEDY - Half-sister - ???

03 THEME


04 MISC
▸ Hehe
▸ A chronic insomniac
▸ No wonder he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks
▸ Code by sugarvine ♡

SUPERPOWER

01 ABILITIES
▸ Rhys is able to shape and manipulate metal as he pleases, from bending railings like plastic straws to having bullets splash harmlessly across his chest.
▸ Impervious to heavy metal poisoning.
▸ He can detect minute, detailed vibrations and faults in any metal he lays a hand on.
▸ Able to extract bullets and shrapnel from otherwise complex wounds.

02 WEAKNESSES
▸ Trace metals - such as the iron in blood - are beyond his control.
▸ His stamina isn't inexhaustible, and the more mass he shifts or the more complex the working, the faster he'll tire.
▸ The range has limits - the further away it is, the less control he'll ultimately have over it.
▸ He can't create it, so no metal, no magic.

 

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[div class=tag]nickname:[/div] Case

[div class=tag]alias:[/div] Neuromancer

[div class=tag]age:[/div] 27

[div class=tag]d.o.b:[/div] July 14th

[div class=tag]p.o.b:[/div] Primus

[div class=tag]gender:[/div] Male

[div class=tag]sexuality:[/div] Bisexual

[div class=tag]role:[/div] Hacker

[div class=tag]superpower:[/div] Technopath



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[div class=tag]weight:[/div] 156

[div class=tag]hair color:[/div] black

[div class=tag]eye color:[/div] brown

[div class=tag]distinguishing features:[/div] messy hair, large eyes, gap in front teeth

[div class=tag]faceclaim:[/div] avan jogia

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Casey is trying his best. On his good days you can see glimmers of the person he could have been- he’s easily excited and endlessly curious about the world around him. When he gets interested in something he can spend hours exploring, discussing, and dissecting it. He’s an innovative problem solver and won’t give up on something until he’s exhausted every angle. He has a strange, deadpan sense of humor that often surprises even him. Subtly and innuendo tend to fly over his head and while he’s caring in quiet ways he’s easily overwhelmed by strong feelings and holds others at a distance. Being the center of attention terrifies him and he’d much rather follow than lead. He has a strong moral code and while he understands violence is sometimes necessary hurting others deeply upsets him.

The good days come more often now, but they’re often overshadowed by the bad ones. When he can’t make eye contact, stuttering and tripping over the few words he says. He’s built a wall around himself so tall he can’t see over it so he assumes everything on the other side is out to get him. Just going outside is enough to make him feel sick with fear and almost everything said to him comes across as an attack. He responds by shutting down, putting up a blank face that he’s come to resent since leaving his father’s home. Ever since he joined the Phantoms he’s been getting more comfortable around other people and he pushes himself to more social but it often backfires because of his anxiety.

[div class=tag]positive:[/div] intelligent, empathetic, dedicated, earnest

[div class=tag]negative:[/div] paranoid, closed off, idealistic, thin skinned

[div class=tag]likes:[/div] pre-fall relics, brain teasers/word puzzles, big sunglasses, sour candy, coffee, storms, working with his hands

[div class=tag]dislikes:[/div] loud noises, crowds, talking about himself, milk chocolate, tea, sustained eye contact, hot weather, other people in his space


[div class=tag]fears:[/div] his father finding him, drowning/large bodies of water, mild agoraphobia, being poisoned, becoming a reaper

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-Cyberlingualism: Telepathic link with technology allows them to hack into and manipulate tech devices like computers, machines, appliances. He can essentially ‘speak’ to technology.

-EMP: can manipulate and redirect sources of electricity to create blasts of electromagnetic energy



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-Scaling: the more complex a system is, the more difficult it is for Casey to interface with. He could do something like turning a television on without thinking about it, but breaking through a government firewall could take months of careful study and dozens of attempts.

-Distance: while he is connecting telepathically, physical contact strengthens the connection and the further he is from the core of what he’s attempting to enter, the more difficult it is to connect with it. Using a device that’s connected to the source helps but he still has to wade through a lot of useless data to find what he needs.

-Overload: he can only process so much information at once. He can be overwhelmed when faced with large amounts of data at once and he’ll start to shut down, struck with debilitating headaches and eventually falling unconscious if he pushes himself too far.

-Feedback: the EMPs he produces damage him as well. When properly directed he can mitigate most of the damage and only be slightly dazed. But it’s the part of himself he has the least control over and uncontrolled blasts can knock him unconscious, causing potentially permanent damage to his mind.

-Source: without technology, Casey is essentially useless. If he’s far enough away from any tech or inside a faraday cage, his powers are negated.

-Response: most of his communication is fairly one sided. The tech offers information or responds to commands. But a sufficiently complex AI would be able to respond to and resist Casey in unique ways and even be capable of lying to and acting on him.




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The Guin’s were an unremarkable family. Calvin Guin, a low level bureaucrat, had never been satisfied with that and as he grew older he grew bitter. All he had to show for himself was a son that he left to the care of his wife, Julia, as he worked and sulked. She may have been happier that way. Calvin wasn’t the man she’d married anymore and Thomas was a pretty great kid. A bit of a handful, but sweet and curious in an endearing way. His childhood was as happy as it could be even if Calvin complained about how Julia coddled him by indulging in his overactive fantasy life.

Thomas had always had a knack for tinkering with electronics and other gadgets. Fooling around on the family computer turned to teach himself how to code and then to deconstructing and rebuilding various household items which frustrated Calvin to no end. Something about it just came naturally to him. His powers grew along with his knowledge. Slowly things slid into place until one day he realized he just… understood. It was like he could see all the invisible energy and data, could push and pull his way through it. It came as naturally as speaking to another person. But by the time he was thirteen he knew it wasn’t natural. So he went to Julia in tears, confessing that he thought he was a deviant. A panicked Julia turned to Calvin out of desperation, hoping his miniscule amount of influence might give them someway to keep Thomas safe. All Calvin could think of was how much trouble he’d be in if anyone found out.


Calvin’s terror quickly turned to opportunistic excitement. A few days later he came home from work with a thin laptop held tight to his chest and shoved Thomas down at the kitchen table, explaining that all he had to do was get into this account and move some money around and he wouldn’t tell anyone about his powers. Something about it made Thomas feel sick but it felt like a small price to pay for his life. So he did and hoped that would be the end of it. But it wasn’t. Again and again Calvin would come to him, begging and manipulating and screaming. Julia tried to get him to ease off but would hold her tongue when Calvin threatened to tell someone about ‘her freak kid.’ It wasn’t until they realized the full extent of Thomas’ powers that things got physical. After months of stealing Thomas finally put his foot down and refused to do it anymore. Desperate and dependent on the money by this point, Calvin started talking about what would happen to Julia if people found out about his powers. Thomas went silent but as the berating continued something in him snapped and he screamed, loud and wordless. A lamp near Calvin shorted, sending an arch of electricity that narrowly missed him and sent a throw pillow ablaze. For a moment they all stood silently. Then Calvin struck him and swore if he ever did anything like that again he’d turn him in. That and every blow that came after were enough to teach Thomas that the less others knew about him and how he felt, the safer he was. So he went quiet, kept his head down, and did as he was told.


He was nineteen when he realized his mom would never leave his dad, or more realistically she’d never leave Thomas. She stayed as things got worse and tried to make his life better in whatever ways she could. But Thomas was at the end of his rope so he finally decided if he couldn’t save himself, he could save her, get rid of her freak son so she could finally leave. It wasn’t the most elegant solution but he felt like an animal caught in a trap. So Thomas began to plan his suicide like he planned all things, carefully and secretly. But he kept hitting a dead end- some part of him was terrified. And then one day a new solution presented itself. Thomas couldn’t be saved if he wanted his mother to be safe but he could still save both of them. So the plan changed and months passed as he worked in secret.


And then Thomas Guin disappeared. Officially he’s dead, though they never found a body. The last sighting of him was from some security footage, climbing over the railing of a bridge and hanging there for a few long minutes. Then he fell. But Casey Ralson walked away from the bridge, unseen by the camera as he carefully manipulated the data feeding into it. His parents buried an empty casket and finalized the divorce the same day.


No one really knew much about Casey Ralson. He didn’t seem to have any friends though the customers who visited his rundown tech repair shop in Ylheim found him nice enough. Just not a very talkative fellow, always wearing heavy protective masks and glasses due to what he called ‘sensitive skin’ aggravated by his work. At the end of every day he would lock up his shop with heavy metal gates and climb the stairs in the back into his dingy apartment. Thick black curtains lined the small windows but if you watched from the street you would see occasional flickers of light from within. Not many people watched.


Maybe they would have if they could have seen him spend nights feverishly working on his own projects, eyes glazed over as his hands pieced together circuit boards and his mind tangled into the living wire that ran across all the cities. He’d developed a taste for stimulants given in exchange for more sensitive jobs and they served double duty. Sleepless nights could pass working and he didn’t have to deal with the nightmares that still came, the fear of unguarded sleep leaving him vulnerable to whoever might be looking for him.


He only seemed to leave the shop once a week, traveling only as far as the corner store at the end of the block to load up with a few bags of food, drink, and cigarettes. But the oddest thing about him was his insistence on being paid and paying only in coin. But with prices and services like his folks were willing to ignore a few strange quirks. Then one day he was gone as suddenly as he appeared, the shop boarded up and the curtains from the apartment pulled to reveal a few pieces of worn furniture. Some people claimed they’d seen a nervous looking Casey ushering some strangers up his stairs the night before, somewhere no one but him had been in years. Most people were more focused on their missing items which had vanished along with Casey. But one by one they were delivered to their doorsteps in perfect order with an apologetic note. Then the last one was delivered and Casey faded into a strange memory, a quiet joke made when passing the derelict shop.



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Calvin Guin: father, estranged
Julia Philips: mother, estranged


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subterranean homesick alien


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BASICS
Name: Casey Ralson
Nickname: Case
alias: Neuromancer
Age: 27
date of birth: July 14th
place of birth: Primus
gender: male
sexuality: bisexual
role: Hacker
Superpower: Technopath

APPEARANCE
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 156
hair colour: black
eye colour: brown
distinguishing features: messy hair, large eyes, gap between front teeth
Faceclaim: avan jogia


PERSONA
brief personality overview: Casey is trying his best. On his good days you can see glimmers of the person he could have been- he’s easily excited and endlessly curious about the world around him. When he gets interested in something he can spend hours exploring, discussing, and dissecting it. He’s an innovative problem solver and won’t give up on something until he’s exhausted every angle. He has a strange, deadpan sense of humor that often surprises even him. Subtly and innuendo tend to fly over his head and while he’s caring in quiet ways he’s easily overwhelmed by strong feelings and holds others at a distance. Being the center of attention terrifies him and he’d much rather follow than lead. He has a strong moral code and while he understands violence is sometimes necessary hurting others deeply upsets him.

The good days come more often now, but they’re often overshadowed by the bad ones. When he can’t make eye contact, stuttering and tripping over the few words he says. He’s built a wall around himself so tall he can’t see over it so he assumes everything on the other side is out to get him. Just going outside is enough to make him feel sick with fear and almost everything said to him comes across as an attack. He responds by shutting down, putting up a blank face that he’s come to resent since leaving his father’s home. Ever since he joined the Phantoms he’s been getting more comfortable around other people and he pushes himself to more social but it often backfires because of his anxiety.

4 positive traits: intelligent, empathetic, dedicated, earnest
4 negative traits: paranoid, closed off, idealistic, thin skinned
likes: pre-fall relics, brain teasers/word puzzles, big sunglasses, sour candy, coffee, storms, working with his hands
dislikes: loud noises, crowds, talking about himself, milk chocolate, tea, sustained eye contact, hot weather, other people in his space
fears: his father finding him, drowning/large bodies of water, mild agoraphobia, being poisoned, losing control

SUPERPOWER
Abilities:
-Cyberlingualism: Telepathic link with technology allows them to hack into and manipulate tech devices like computers, machines, appliances. He can essentially ‘speak’ to technology.
-EMP: can manipulate and redirect sources of electricity to create blasts of electromagnetic energy
Weaknesses:
-Scaling: the more complex a system is, the more difficult it is for Casey to interface with. He could do something like turning a television on without thinking about it, but breaking through a government firewall could take months of careful study and dozens of attempts.
-Distance: while he is connecting telepathically, physical contact strengthens the connection and the further he is from the core of what he’s attempting to enter, the more difficult it is to connect with it. Using a device that’s connected to the source helps but he still has to wade through a lot of useless data to find what he needs.
-Overload: he can only process so much information at once. He can be overwhelmed when faced with large amounts of data at once and he’ll start to shut down, struck with debilitating headaches and eventually falling unconscious if he pushes himself too far.
-Feedback: the EMPs he produces damage him as well. When properly directed he can mitigate most of the damage and only be slightly dazed. But it’s the part of himself he has the least control over and uncontrolled blasts can knock him unconscious, causing potentially permanent damage to his mind.
-Source: without technology, Casey is essentially useless. If he’s far enough away from any tech or inside a faraday cage, his powers are negated.
-Response: most of his communication is fairly one sided. The tech offers information or responds to commands. But a sufficiently complex AI would be able to respond to and resist Casey in unique ways and even be capable of lying to and acting on him.

BACKGROUND
brief history:
The Guin’s were an unremarkable family. Calvin Guin, a low level bureaucrat, had never been satisfied with that and as he grew older he grew bitter. All he had to show for himself was a son that he left to the care of his wife, Julia, as he worked and sulked. She may have been happier that way. Calvin wasn’t the man she’d married anymore and Thomas was a pretty great kid. A bit of a handful, but sweet and curious in an endearing way. His childhood was as happy as it could be even if Calvin complained about how Julia coddled him by indulging in his overactive fantasy life.
Thomas had always had a knack for tinkering with electronics and other gadgets. Fooling around on the family computer turned to teach himself how to code and then to deconstructing and rebuilding various household items which frustrated Calvin to no end. Something about it just came naturally to him. His powers grew along with his knowledge. Slowly things slid into place until one day he realized he just… understood. It was like he could see all the invisible energy and data, could push and pull his way through it. It came as naturally as speaking to another person. But by the time he was thirteen he knew it wasn’t natural. So he went to Julia in tears, confessing that he thought he was a deviant. A panicked Julia turned to Calvin out of desperation, hoping his miniscule amount of influence might give them someway to keep Thomas safe. All Calvin could think of was how much trouble he’d be in if anyone found out.

Calvin’s terror quickly turned to opportunistic excitement. A few days later he came home from work with a thin laptop held tight to his chest and shoved Thomas down at the kitchen table, explaining that all he had to do was get into this account and move some money around and he wouldn’t tell anyone about his powers. Something about it made Thomas feel sick but it felt like a small price to pay for his life. So he did and hoped that would be the end of it. But it wasn’t. Again and again Calvin would come to him, begging and manipulating and screaming. Julia tried to get him to ease off but would hold her tongue when Calvin threatened to tell someone about ‘her freak kid.’ It wasn’t until they realized the full extent of Thomas’ powers that things got physical. After months of stealing Thomas finally put his foot down and refused to do it anymore. Desperate and dependent on the money by this point, Calvin started talking about what would happen to Julia if people found out about his powers. Thomas went silent but as the berating continued something in him snapped and he screamed, loud and wordless. A lamp near Calvin shorted, sending an arch of electricity that narrowly missed him and sent a throw pillow ablaze. For a moment they all stood silently. Then Calvin struck him and swore if he ever did anything like that again he’d turn him in. That and every blow that came after were enough to teach Thomas that the less others knew about him and how he felt, the safer he was. So he went quiet, kept his head down, and did as he was told.

He was nineteen when he realized his mom would never leave his dad, or more realistically she’d never leave Thomas. She stayed as things got worse and tried to make his life better in whatever ways she could. But Thomas was at the end of his rope so he finally decided if he couldn’t save himself, he could save her, get rid of her freak son so she could finally leave. It wasn’t the most elegant solution but he felt like an animal caught in a trap. So Thomas began to plan his suicide like he planned all things, carefully and secretly. But he kept hitting a dead end- some part of him was terrified. And then one day a new solution presented itself. Thomas couldn’t be saved if he wanted his mother to be safe but he could still save both of them. So the plan changed and months passed as he worked in secret.

And then Thomas Guin disappeared. Officially he’s dead, though they never found a body. The last sighting of him was from some security footage, climbing over the railing of a bridge and hanging there for a few long minutes. Then he fell. But Casey Ralson walked away from the bridge, unseen by the camera as he carefully manipulated the data feeding into it. His parents buried an empty casket and finalized the divorce the same day.

No one really knew much about Casey Ralson. He didn’t seem to have any friends though the customers who visited his rundown tech repair shop in Ylheim found him nice enough. Just not a very talkative fellow, always wearing heavy protective masks and glasses due to what he called ‘sensitive skin’ aggravated by his work. At the end of every day he would lock up his shop with heavy metal gates and climb the stairs in the back into his dingy apartment. Thick black curtains lined the small windows but if you watched from the street you would see occasional flickers of light from within. Not many people watched.

Maybe they would have if they could have seen him spend nights feverishly working on his own projects, eyes glazed over as his hands pieced together circuit boards and his mind tangled into the living wire that ran across all the cities. He’d developed a taste for stimulants given in exchange for more sensitive jobs and they served double duty. Sleepless nights could pass working and he didn’t have to deal with the nightmares that still came, the fear of unguarded sleep leaving him vulnerable to whoever might be looking for him.

He only seemed to leave the shop once a week, traveling only as far as the corner store at the end of the block to load up with a few bags of food, drink, and cigarettes. But the oddest thing about him was his insistence on being paid and paying only in coin. But with prices and services like his folks were willing to ignore a few strange quirks. Then one day he was gone as suddenly as he appeared, the shop boarded up and the curtains from the apartment pulled to reveal a few pieces of worn furniture. Some people claimed they’d seen a nervous looking Casey ushering some strangers up his stairs the night before, somewhere no one but him had been in years. Most people were more focused on their missing items which had vanished along with Casey. But one by one they were delivered to their doorsteps in perfect order with an apologetic note. Then the last one was delivered and Casey faded into a strange memory, a quiet joke made when passing the derelict shop.

Family:
Calvin Guin: father, estranged
Julia Phillips: mother, estranged
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teagan andersson

"the spy"

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basics

[div class=tag]name.

teagan elijah andersson
[div class=tag]nickname.

teag
[div class=tag]alias.[/div] "the rook"
[div class=tag]age.[/div] 24
[div class=tag]date of birth.[/div] june 7th
[div class=tag]place of birth[/div] irosa | region 3
[div class=tag]gender.[/div] male
[div class=tag]sexuality.[/div] he doesn't like labels
[div class=tag]role.[/div] the spy
[div class=tag]age.[/div] 24
[div class=tag]superpowers.[/div] a teleporting chameleon
[div class=tag]alias meaning.[/div] in chess, the rook symbolizes a castle with walls that protect its king and queen. well, teagan sees himself as the rook, the protector of his kings and queens, the phantoms. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02"]

appearance

[div class=tag]height.

6'1 / 1.85m / 185.4cm
[div class=tag]weight.

162lbs / 73.5kg
[div class=tag]body type.[/div] ectomorph leaning mesomorph
[div class=tag]hair color.[/div] dark brown
[div class=tag]eye color.[/div] icy blue
[div class=tag]distinguishing features.[/div] scar on his ribs and another scar on his right knee from a spy job gone wrong
[div class=tag]body modifications.[/div] he overcame his fear of needles to get a tattoo of an eagle spanning across his back and left shoulder ( x )
[div class=tag]face claim.[/div] russell giardina [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03"]

persona

[div class=tag]brief overview.

teagan, or "teag" as he's known to most, is a witty, eager and dynamic fellow. formerly known as "the joker", he was the one everyone went to for a little comedic relief. feeling a little down? go to him. he'll cheer you up with his favorite go-to dad joke. something bad happen? he'll tell everyone about something funny that happened to him as a kid. he will never run short of jokes or stories, and that's a promise. he also has a reputation of being quite the flirt. guy or girl, doesn't matter. everyone is "flirt-able".
when he was thrust into the world of leadership, some of that ebbed away a little. yes, he'd always have his sense of humor and the flirty nature, but he started telling jokes less and less. instead, his personality has taken on a more... leader-like vibe. he's careful, a lot more selfless than he used to be and he has become way overprotective. nothing will happen to the phantoms under his watch.

[div class=tag]virtues.

sense of humor: teagan has an amazing sense of humor and has an endless supply of jokes up his sleeves.
protective: yes, he might not take himself seriously, however, he takes his job very seriously and dedicates everything he has to protecting the phantoms.
determined: even though he used to be the comic relief if the group, and still occasionally is, teagan has now stepped up to the plate as leader and is determined to do anything and everything he can to be the best he can be.
resilient: he is easily able to bounce back and recover from the occasional setback, immediately getting to work on a new plan of attack.
selfless: there has never been and there will never come a time where teag puts himself before anyone, especially his comrades in the phantoms. he'd do anything for them.

[div class=tag]vices.[/div]
stubborn: sometimes, teagan is a little too stubborn for his own good. he actually sort of really dislikes change and can occasionally be inflexible.
impatient: he has a maximum patience span of around a minute. after a minute or so, any patience that he once had goes out the door.
arrogant: even though he was thrust into a leadership position he didn't exactly want or ask for, sometimes he lets it get to his head and thinks he is the best leader to ever walk the planet.
impulsive: teag possesses an "act first, think later" sort of mentality which leads him to doing whatever he wants without really thinking about the consequences.
tactless: yes, teagan is very selfless and always puts others first. however, he isn't exactly the most sensitive person out there and has absolutely no idea how to handle emotions or difficult situations, so often says things he doesn't mean.

[div class=tag]likes.[/div]
- peanut butter: he could literally just eat it out of the jar with a spoon.
- flirting: teagan is a major flirt who will flirt with anyone and everyone. being leader certainly did not knock that out of him.
- alcohol: alcohol is great. he doesn't let himself get to the point of blackout, but he enjoys feeling buzzed. he feels lighter and just...better.
- partying: teagan is always down for a good party, whether it's a house party or going out with a few friends to bars and clubs.
- music: when everything gets too much, he uses music to escape the world.
- all animals: teagan loves every single animal put on this earth. yes, even skunks.
- summer: he absolutely thrives in the summer, the warmth, spending his days tanning and basking in the sun.
- telling jokes: he always has them handy, loves telling them and loves making people laugh. laughter is the best medicine.
- crime tv shows: crime tv shows get his adrenaline pumping because he has no idea what happens next.

[div class=tag]dislikes.[/div]
- being sick: no one likes being sick, but teagan absolutely hates it.
- staying in bed: he has no idea why, but he cannot lay in bed all day. has to be out and about doing something.
- reading: teag just hates reading books for some reason. think's they're boring.
- rom-coms: he thinks romance movies and rom-coms are dumb as shit.
- people who immediately jump to conclusions: give everyone and anything a fair chance to explain themselves or the situation.
- meat: yes, he is a vegetarian. no, he will not judge anyone who eats meat. to each their own.
- soda: the bubbles make him feel weird.
- poor hygiene: brush your teeth and groom yourself properly. it's not hard.
- rain: it's just... depressing.

[div class=tag]fears.[/div]
death: not his own, but he's terrified that one of the phantom's will get killed and it'll be his fault.
spiders: newsflash everyone--your big bad leader has arachnophobia.
needles: he's never been a fan of the doctor because of injections.
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[div class=tag]superpower.

a teleporting human chameleon
abilities: teagan is known as a "teleporting human chameleon", or one who has advanced camouflage abilities and the ability to teleport. all he has to do is touch the object in which he wishes to blend in with and he'll instantly turn that color, making it appear as if he's part of it. it makes it very easy to spy on enemies. teleporting means to "move instantaneously from one location to another without physically occupying the space in between". this means that he can move himself, "teleport" or "jump" himself from place to place in the blink of an eye. he doesn't have to have ever been to the place before, just has to know the name.

weaknesses/limitations: he can only blend into his surroundings if he touches it with his hand. foot, leg, arm, etc. won't work--it has to be his hand. if the room is dark, it's a lot easier to spot him, his abilities work best in the broad daylight. also, he's still completely solid, so someone can just walk into him and he'd blow his cover. also, probably important to point out that he can only blend in if he's touching walls or something completely solid. no tree trunks, no sand. now for teleportation weaknesses. he can teleport with ease for a maximum of 2 hours. however, if he tries to teleport for more than two hours, he becomes exhausted. teleporting too much can cause him to have to sleep for days to recover. he can only teleport himself, no one else. and he can only teleport to places within 5 miles of his current location.

[div class=tag]history.

teagan was born in irosa on june 7th, to parents jack and christina andersson. he had a relatively easy, albeit boring childhood. it wasn't because he was the middle child, who is stereotyped as being the child that is "ignored" or "forgotten about". no, both of his parents were doctors who worked all day during the work week so teag and his siblings were raised by babysitter's and nanny's.

it's not as if they were mistreated by the many nannies that they had, rather, they just did pretty mundane activities; going to the park, the playground, baking random things, having reading hour (which honestly might be where teagan developed his hatred of reading), making arts and crafts, etc. he absolutely hated those activities, apart from going to the park, but went along with them regardless.

teagan began showing signs of becoming a deviant at an early age, around eleven or twelve. there would be times where he would pick up a random object and found that his hand would become the same color as whatever he was holding. there was no way in hell he'd tell anyone about this, so he kept it quiet for the next few years. but then he suddenly found himself wishing he was in a certain location only to blink and find himself at that location. uh...weird flex but okay.

however, the chameleon and teleporting abilities seemed to get stronger and stronger the older he became. and the stronger the abilities became, the stronger the urge to tell what was happening to him became. eventually, he couldn't take it and told his father, who actually had surprising news. turns out that teagan's great-grandparents were deviants.

and fifteen year old teag nearly fell off his seat at this. his great-grandparents were deviants? what? and then his father went on to tell him that his great-grandfather was a chameleon while his great-grandmother was a teleporter. so that's what he was. well, nice to finally be able to put a name on it. but it wasn't long after this conversation that the phantoms came for him and at eighteen, he joined them.

it was easy at first, teagan was content to sit back and let the others lead. due to his abilities, he was given tasks to go spy on enemies such as the enyos. tasks like this only increased from there, until he was entrusted with lots of things that were deemed to be leader like. when the current leader flaked, it was a no brainer to give teagan the leader role, a role he was certainly not ready for.

see, he still retained the personality he'd had all of his life and there was no way he was ready to actually lead a group of people. but, unfortunately for him, it seemed like he had no choice. slowly, teag adapted to life as a leader, however, there is definitely room for improvement.

[div class=tag]family.[/div]
- john andersson, father
- christina andersson, mother
- brooklyn andersson, older sister
- lila andersson, younger sister

[div class=tag]theme song.[/div] hero by said the sky, dabin, olivver the kid [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents05"]

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THE CHARACTER APPLICATIONS ARE CLOSED

I have an unexpected deadline that takes priority, but I promise to review the current, finished & submitted characters somewhere in the evening and the official cast list will follow tonight !!​