[ Katherina Ady | 22 | Female ]

Codename: Citrine 

Power:

-- Causality Vision:

"The ability to perceive and understand all cause and effect relations." ~SuperpowerWiki. The user is able to see several steps into alternate futures depending on what actions are taken. They are able to know what's goings to take place seconds before it happens, and can take the best course of action since they already know all the effects of a cause.

In combat Citrine can adapt to all variables before they even appear. This makes her ability in a fight almost flawless since her efficiency in offense, defense and strategy is at its highest level. If there is slightest chance for success, she can make the correct steps to get there. 

Citrine's vision is constantly filled with translucent golden paths/shapes that objects and people in real-time eventually catch up to. She takes great satisfaction in knowing what will happen, and what could have happened in the next twenty seconds. She likes to think the other possibilities she sees happen in parallel universes. 

Limits: Citrine's ability is vision-only. A blindfold would nullify it. She can constantly see up twenty seconds ahead of her of all possibilities, but nothing more and nothing less. She certainly can't predict the future, and she can't manipulate luck. If there is zero chance for the desired effect to happen, then she won't get it.

-- Empathy:

The ability to sense emotions and temperament within other people or animals. In Citrine's case, not only can she feel these things, she knows the exact location this emotional broadcasting is coming from, and she can pinpoint living emotions around her like dots on a radar. 

Due to her curiosity, Citrine tends to turn this ability on and off repeatedly to 'read' one person here, one person there. That way it doesn't take up too much energy. In combat she'll try to have this ability on high for the most part as its excellent for pin-pointing locations of enemies.

Limits: She can sense only as long is she's aware. It takes energy to to be so emotionally receptive to feeling those around her, so she can turn it off at will (by not thinking about it.) She can keep it up for hours if she wants, but the mental downswing after can be quite the headache. The radius of how far she can feel can be anywhere between 10 to 32 feet. 

Personality: She likes cat videos. If you were that kind of person she'd give you that wink, as if she knew you were in on the guilty pleasure too. Citrine's personality flows like water, always in harmony with conversation. Her disposition is naturally good-natured, and she's often charming with a hint of humor. She's a curious old soul who enjoys talking about her ex-con adventures, and jokes she'd get back into the biz in a heartbeat. Her ability to see cause and effects has increased her tendency to ponder, and she enjoys sharing her ideas. She's incredibly open-minded. Although she shows genuine emotion, she does not attach herself to people, likely an old habit from conning. Sometimes her own apathy worries her. 

Strengths and Weaknesses: Her speech and persuasive skills are very enchanting, and she knows how to read a person's body language. Her powers compliment these as she uses them to be confident of her situation at all times. She's curious, she picks up on things quickly and considers her eyes her largest asset. She can pinpoint the location of emotions in people around her. 

Becoming a slight insomniac after the Procedure, Citrine has a developing fear of closing her eyes at night. Sometimes she struggles for hours trying to fall asleep, and is occasionally sleep-deprived. Her distaste of dampening collars edges on a quiet fear, even though she's never worn one. She's also consistently aware of the microchip kill switch floating around inside her veins, and she stresses on her clashing philosophies with giving someone the remote to extinguishing her life. 

History: Growing up into a family of con artists, it was encouraged of her at a young age to be perceptive of people. Her father said it wasn't what came out of their mouth, but what their eyes, their hands, and everything non-verbal said. That was the stuff you had to see in order to gain your target's trust. 

As she gained experience and grew up some, her morals began conflicting with the business. She knew what their family did was wrong, but it was the one thing that brought them together and she considered them too important to leave. So, over time she started ignoring that nag inside her, until it was no longer there and she could clinically detach herself from her target. 

Several years ago Citrine and her brother devised a glorious plan that scammed hundreds of people out their investments in a phony marketing business. But after they withdrew the millions of dollars and drove to a safe house, Citrine found herself at gunpoint. 

"I won't kill you," said her brother. "But consider this the end of our dealings. Put your share down slowly, and walk away."

Hurt with feelings of betrayal, Citrine left. The money didn't mean much to her, but family did. At that point in her life she wasn't in contact with her father, mother, and now her greedy brother didn't want anything to do with her. He even took it a step further and pointed the police in her direction in an effort to get them off his back. 

Ever since then she was on the run, doing little street cons here and there to pay for cheap rent. That's around the time the Recruiters approached her. She didn't like the agreement, but she had no direction in her life and thought, "What the hell. Might be fun."

After she helped blow up Obsidian and realized the world thought them as terrorists, Citrine bunked down in Portland, Oregon. She couldn't risk going out and doing street cons, so she got a legitimate job. For two years she made minimum wage at a cafe, keeping her nose clean and occasionally changing her address. The government and their agencies have yet to discover her hiding spots. 

Other: Her weapon of choice is a sword and a glock, at least most of the time. She picked up on the training quickly once she had her eyes. 

It's due to her golden-laced vision that she chose the codename Citrine, (and the fact Citrine's a quartz.) The sudden beauty of seeing more around her in such an artful way really stuck with her. Citrine doesn't believe she she could ever give this ability up, and just thinking about seeing in plain, unyielding vision again gives her the chills. 

Name: Henry J. Olin

Age: 26

Gender: Yes.

Codename: Hannibal

Power:
Henry is a large, and very, very physically strong meta human. While not as strong as those with super strength, he is capable lifting well over one thousand pounds. While not armored like a crocodile, his skin is still fairly tough and leathery, more so than a humans at least, and his scales are very much like that of a sharks, almost like backwards facing teeth that reduce drag in the water and make his skin fairly rough or sharp when dragging your hand across it the wrong way. He is a very agile creature by nature, flexible, acrobatic almost. He is able to bend and jump and move from place to pace at an incredible pace, his reptilian body being very good at navigating aquatic and forest areas. His senses are very well tuned and more power than any humans. He has a regenerative healing factor that allows him to regrow full limbs if they are lost, not just his tail.

Henry has most of the abilities of amphibians, lizards, snakes, and birds. A bacteria infested bite, claws, a nasty set of triple rowed teeth (some shark like, others more crocodilian), regenerative properties (able to regenerate limbs after a while), a very powerful form color change (Not invisibility, but damn close), and some other weird things thrown in there. It has been said that he potentially has the ability to shift to the female gender and then back to male, although this is largely unknown as nobody wants to go up to him and say "Hey, become a girl!" because he probably doesn't know how exactly to do that (and it's not like they know what he looks like besides hearing his voice), and he'd probably kill you in your sleep. He also has the ability to breath in water through his skin like a frog, and... well, in another way which he nor I want to discuss. You want to know how? Look up how Irwin's turtles do it. He also has the ability to crawl around on walls like that of Spiderman, due to the fact his hands and feet have little hairs on their soles, like that of a Gecko's, allowing him to stick to most substances with great ease. Henry has a very powerful set of senses (hearing, sight, and smell, etc). Especially smell. He has two ways of smelling the air, which is through his noes and then through his tongue like a snake. Also like a snake, he has two pits right in front of his eyes that allow him to heat seek like a viper. His blood also has displayed a much lower pH than that of regular blood, making it unsurvivable for most diseases, and will denature protein based compounds such as venom to the point where they function at a less potent effect, or simply do not function at all depending on the lethality of the venom. Henry also has an incredible ability to alter his biological strengths and weaknesses over the duration of a battle or effect. He can become stronger at the cost of agility and speed, or fast at the cost of strength, more observant, more emotionally driven, tougher, etc at the cost of various other strengths. This ability is mentally driven, and can be changed several times at will if he desires, making his fighting style neigh impossible to read at times.

Appearance:
Henry is big.

At full height, he's damned closer to 8 feet tall than any other human has ever been, and he's probably in Goliath's weight class at nearly eight hundred pounds. Henry is still humanoid when standing upright, having a torso and even a faint mark of a belly button (although it appears to be...sealing over...). Assuming he's completely naked (normally he wears some special clothing that was designed for him at the institution, changes with his skin color and shit). Henry's skin is leathery in one direction and rough like sandpaper in others, his skin being like hat of a shark's- made of tiny teeth which change coloration on command. His arms and legs are also quite thick: every inch of Henry's frame is taut with muscle; he is visibly the strongest person around-if you were to call him a person at this point. Henry's mouth and jaw have extended outwards as his head has become a snout with his transformation, his nose and face broadening outwards. He is entirely unrecognizable as the man once known as Henry Olin; now, he just looks like some freakish thing that crawled up out of the sewers. He has a long, thick tail, which is prehensile, and extremely strong and powerful. It tends to either curl up like a chameleons or drag along the ground like an iguanas, helping his massive frame balance more easily, but comes up and off the ground when he walks on all fours. Henry's hands have mutated heavily, his fingers elongating and growing huge three inch claws. With one, his pinky, becoming a rough nub, seeming to be degrading away leaving him with only four usable fingers. His feet have already fully morphed into three-toed Raptor like feet. One of his claws capable of extending like that of a cat's claw and releasing a huge sickle claw nine inches in total length. Henry's attire-well, let's just say he's not getting into any normal clothing stores anymore. Due to one of his abilities normal clothes become a hinderance over anything else, and he prefers either going naked, which he can do and still keep is PG, or wear his special leather like getup, which is pats and a leather like jacket, which warps with his skin.

Personality:
Hannibal is not someone you want to meet in a dark alley.

He's big, he's intimidating, and every operative that has ever met him knows he is not only that, but damn smart too. He did not fit any known psychological profile when being tested, though few have classified him as a "pure sociopath". However, unlike subjects with sociopathy, Hannibal did not exhibit pleasure from killing, which would have resulted in an accelerated heart rate. This was proven when Hannibal viciously assassinated and then partially consumed a target (earning his Codename). During this, his heart rate was noted to have never exceeded 85 beats per minute. When he killed two thugs in a struggle, his heart rate did not exceed 90; the heightened rate of 90 was due to the exertion of beating one of the officers to death with his own arm. Hannibal has simply described himself as being evil, stating that psychiatry is "puerile", and wrong to categorize different kinds of evil as different behavioral conditions. Henry then supported this by stating that the inconsistencies in his behavior were traits of pure unadulterated evil, and that he did not possess a behavioral abnormality. To people like Citrine, he is unreadable with Empathy vision. Hannibal's unique intellect and memory was the product of a well-developed mnemonic discipline. The young Henry was taught this discipline by his psychology tutor growing up for school. This ability has allowed Hannibal to read entire books and transcripts of interviews with patients. This earned him a doctrine in anatomy before he received Quartz.

Hannibal does posses a side to him that is capable of processing humor, and it has been stated that it is dark, foreboding, sarcastic, and clever. Most never see this side of him due to his sheer aura and intimidating personality. He's a hell of a man, honestly, and an insanely good team mate and strategist if given the chance to be one, but he's not someone you want to trust with your kids, or anyone you hold close to you. He's a scary person, and very capable of making 'friends' for dinner. Do not show weakness around him, because he doesn't care who you are and what rank you may be. His list is a mile long. One more name wont make a difference. He is a rabid wolf capable of disguising itself in sheep's wool and while he is capable of coexisting with everyone around him and even thriving to everyone else, he is mentally creating a contingency plan for his contingency plan or, he's making a plan to kill everyone in the room should he feel the need, or want, to do so.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Hannibal is gargantuan, and is capable of incredible feats of flexibility, agility, strength, and has the intelligence to back up his body's power, making him one of the most dangerous men to have ever lived. His ability to transform into another form better adapted in a situation by situation basis makes him that much more versatile and deadly. Hannibal essentially has made himself the jack of all trades in a survival or combat situation. Most people, when they first see him think he is just the muscle, and underestimate him. And he plays this off beautifully because he is as warped and evil on the inside as the serial killer he has been named after. His reptilian body has made him incredibly durable and tough as nails. He can work through loosing major body parts. He is incredibly adaptable in survival situations, capable of breathing underwater and climbing nearly any surface imaginable. He's so big that most forms of martial art don't work right on him, and even if they did, his body has become immune to pressure points and with his ability to go without oxygen for up to fifteen minutes without passing out (Holding his breath for even longer) things like choke holds, if you even manage to get him in one, are not very effective means of killing him. He can play dead extremely well, and is able to lower his heart rate on command should he choose to to the point where it becomes undetectable to most BPM devices. Hannibal's shown to be a lot like a cockroach and nearly unkillable, for lack of better wording, without completely obliterating him. For some more physically able than even himself, while he might not be able fight them, he will certainly find a way of being capable of surviving whatever onslaught they throw in his direction.

Henry is a threat. No arguments. He is as dangerous to his own team as his is to the enemies, meaning he's almost not worth having around if he wasn't so damn useful. His brutality and lack for general care of his own wellbeing make him one of the most ferocious things you'll ever lay eyes on, and his nasty habit of consuming his kills makes him so much more threatening to everyone around him. Very few people even trust him, let alone trust him enough to play medic on them and sew them back together, despite being very capable of doing so. People have never actually seen him go into a state of fighting to survive, or in other words, they've never seen his heart rate go higher than 100 BPM. It is undoubtable he would most likely not be able to tell, and if he could, not care, who was friend or foe. No one wants to be caught in the dark with a cold and uncaring hired killer who will not only beat them to hell, but eat them alive while he's at it. Hannibal, while potentially one of the greatest threats to a human life the Obsidian industry has ever produced, is also at one of the greatest weaknesses in todays modern world. With how against Superhumans the world is today, people like Henry stick out like a sore thumb and effectively need to stay out of sight, or operate where people wont see them. Hannibal is extremely adept at this, but the threat of being discovered and stalled long enough for the world to catch up to him is forever looming on the horizon, with some of his abilities, like an adaptive beast form being more dangerous to his own wellbeing than helpful due to the environment he is always subject too.

History:
EXTREMELY CLASSIFIED
[REDACTED BY DR. ██████]

Other:
His arsenal is usually limited to his claws and teeth, but he is seen here and now with a L115A3 AWM sniper rifle, depending on if he's hungry, or if he wants to get his clothes dirty that day.

Name: Celeste Adaran

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Codename: Cheshire

Power: Similar to an electric eel she can produce electricity from any part of her body. She can go from stun to kill at any time she wishes. Any electricity she produces has to be discharged through one way or another. She can in fact build up a charge to produce a bit of range from the attack, but she can never hit anything further than two yards away and has little to no control over where the electricity goes as soon as it leaves her body. Holding a charge for longer than two minutes begins to cause her body physical pain as it isn’t capable of holding a charge for a long time. Her longest time holding a charge through the pain before being forced to discharge has been three minutes after the pain starts. At that point it becomes so unbearable she loses consciousness. Outside of the charge time limit, she is immune to all other sources of electricity as they simply help her charge her batteries so to speak. Her power does have the same weaknesses as electricity, being that strong insulators like rubber can block the flow and it tends to seek the most direct path to the ground.

The human body is in fact naturally resistant to electricity, although it naturally has its limits. In order for Celeste to land a killing blow, she needs to be able to maintain contact with the electricity for at least six seconds, and that's if she has managed to get the current to go to the heart or brain. If she's managed to only get an arm or leg hit, the electricity is far more likely to stun or severely injure than kill as the electricity will head straight for the ground in the most direct route possible.

She also has the ability to sense sources of electricity such as brain activity, electric wiring, and lighting storms. The way she senses the electricity is something similar to tremor-sense, she can feel its movement. The range varies from 30-60 feet based on how long she has held a charge and how much she has built up, however her ability to sense electricity stops when the pain starts until she discharges and then it resets to the minimum distance. She can tell how far the source is and where it is as well as if it’s moving.

Appearance: Celeste is short at 5’ flat. She has a wiry body from regular exercise. Her eyes are a light violet color. Her skin is quite tanned, but her freckles are still visible up close. Her brunette hair is long and curly, but is almost always tied up in a bun or a ponytail. Her bangs nearly reach her eye brows. Her right cheek is scarred from a knife that had been thrown at her in an operation. That scar is a good two and a half inches long. She doesn’t use make up, as she sees it as a waste of time and resources. However, her teeth are a pearly white as she takes care of them like crazy. She almost always wears jeans whenever she can get away with it, and a sweatshirt the color never really matters to her. The Quartz hardly changed her appearance, but you can see a blue aura around her in the dark when she’s charging up her electricity.

Personality: Happy. That’s right Happy. With a capital “H”. She constantly has a smile on her face. She sounds naturally happy. She acts naturally happy. You ask her why, and she’ll simply smile wider. No matter what she does, she’s happy. She would be pleasant to be around if it weren’t for the fact that sometimes that smile is just creepy. She’s also Nice. Nice to the point where you’d think she’s after something, but in reality she doesn’t care. She’s always up to do something, anything, so long as it doesn’t get her killed for no good reason. No one could ask for a better follower or teammate than Celeste. Ask her to do something and she’ll more than likely get it done and done right. The young woman has no sense of humor though and will take everything literally and seriously. Fortunately, she’s too nice to get upset if it’s a mean statement.

She never gets bored as she is always doing something, even if it’s watching something or thinking. Nothing is beneath her and she has no problems getting her hands dirty. She is a bit of a neat freak, but this only occurs in places that she feels is a home. She’s quite a masochist as well, and wishes desperately to be able to maintain consciousness through the electric build up.

Strengths and Weaknesses: Torture never works on the girl because her constant mental state makes it impossible to get her to crack. Anyone spending any amount of time with the girl will get put off by her, making any long term conversation almost a no-go for anyone not from Obsidian and even some of them.

History: Her birth father was a leading psychologist of the world. His specialty: mental manipulation. When her mother died in a terrorist bombing when Celeste was 9, Celeste and her father broke down into a severe depression. Father couldn’t get over his loss, but he did everything he could to brain-wash Celeste into happiness. He wanted nothing more than for his daughter to be happy for every single day of her life. The brain-washing was extraordinarily effective.

From 10 years of age onwards, Celeste spent her life in a blissful joy. Even when father died of a heart attack at age 17 she was unfazed. She had no want for anything. She spent her time doing various things to improve herself like learning some martial arts, throwing daggers, visiting the gym, reading lots of non-fiction books, and studying whatever she could find on the internet. A year later she was discovered by Obsidian and shortly after she was brought into the program, which she gladly accepted as she had nothing to lose. When they determined she had a high aptitude for the work they were going to put her through she was quickly put through the process.

Other: Her favorite weapons are weighted needles with hundreds of feet of metal wire attached, which often make for a nasty little surprise when she sends a lethal dose of electricity down the wire.

Name:
Sylvia Szypowski

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Codename:
Arsenic

Power:
Poison-Acid Manipulation
Arsenic’s body can generate poison and acid. She can emit it from under her fingernails, out of her eye sockets, through her spit, and by her blood. Every poison or acid to exist is under her arsenal whether it be gas or liquid. Fortunately, she is immune to all poisons and acids. However, she is in constant pain because of the acid and poison. She often cannot deal with the pain of emitting them and therefore avoids using her power at all.

Personality:
Arsenic can be extremely blunt and straightforward. She says what’s on her mind and doesn’t regret it. Opinionated, she stands up for what she believes in and makes it a point to prove she is right. Arsenic can be sarcastic and has a dry sense of humor though she loves pun. A hot-headed person, she often has a hard time reigning in her temper and has to move often because she used her power on someone on accident.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Arsenic is rather intelligent and uses this to her advantage. She fights dirty and does not care if it is considered lowly. Her weakness is her hot-headed nature, her constant pain, and inability to appeal to anyone by charismatic means.

History:
Arsenic, born Sylvia Szypowski, was adopted by a lesbian couple when she was the age of five. Her biological parents had died in a car wreck on their way back from a date when she was only a few months old and that left poor Sylvia homeless. Because of her temper, she was considered one of the lesser options had the adoption center; she was considered lucky to be adopted.

Throughout her life, she was teased mercilessly for having homosexual parents, but Arsenic couldn’t care less. She loved her family whole-heartedly. When she turned twelve, Arsenic discovered she had a beautiful penchant for chemistry and became known in her little town as a prodigy. She would go on to be accepted into Harvard, and on the day of departure, she was nabbed by Obsidian and torn from her family, only nineteen years old.

After Arsenic broke from Obsidian, she desperately wanted to visit her parents again but new she could endanger them and so she began to move from place to place. She could never stay in place long because of her temper and almost had been caught more than once. Afraid to leave a trail, she tried to appear as friendly as possible and, most of the time, successfully remained unsuspicious. Right now she is settled in a city with two calico cats, Hemlock and Belladonna, and works as a waitress at a twenty-four-seven café.

Other:
She chose the name Arsenic because it is considered the “King of Poisons”

"One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man." - Elbert Hubbard

Name: Paul "Polo" Phillips, Jr.
Codename: Alter

Age: 29
Gender: Male

Power:

As a Biotech, Alter has the capability to manipulate most any type of technology, including the ability to graft that technology into a biological system. During his tenure with Obsidian, his expertise and creativity were crucial in the creation of numerous weapons, tools, and systems for use throughout the organization, from the simple procedure of implanting an artificial heart (of his own design), to the creation of the notorious Hard-light Obsidian Training Simulator (The Hot Room).

Most frequently in the field, Alter made use of a custom "Auto-Lock" armored suit of his own design, which could compact itself into a small pack on his back. Bulletproof and extremely durable, the Auto-Lock drastically increased Alter's strength and speed, which allowed him to compete handily with his fellow operatives and their more spectacular abilities.

More recently, however, he's spent the past few years utilizing biograft "augments" to enhance his personal capabilities, including the incorporation of experimental exo suit tech in a sub-dermal fashion. This has allowed him to enhance his personal strength, speed, and durability, without having to fully deploy his Auto Lock suit.

Appearance:

Six feet tall, with a sturdy build and broad shoulders. Polo has cropped sandy hair (currently dyed dark brown), green eyes, and pale skin. There is a hint of pan-Asian heritage in his features, evidence of his distant Singaporean ancestry intermixed with his more prominent European ones. Though he has kept himself relatively "fit" over the years, his body shape is rather average, allowing him to blend into a crowd rather easily.

During an incident during a specific past operation in Syria, (and ironically, the mission name - Steel Hook), Alter lost his right arm. He has since replaced the appendage with a mechanical prosthetic, which functions admirably, but which Alter has taken to enhancing and adjusting over the years. The arm itself is painted to Alter's skin color, and is relatively similar to his other arm, but houses within it multiple weapons, tools, and gadgets for drastic situations.

Personality:

Alter is a planner by nature, constantly thinking up back-up scenarios and alternate options in case of emergencies. He has not only one plan, but seven, each with a few extra contingencies just in case. This makes him extremely cautious, as he does not like to be caught unprepared, and so has a difficult time dealing with "spontaneous" personalities and situations.

That said, Alter was never as hardened as many of his fellow operatives, and often looked for ways to circumvent "evil" situations. Realizing the asset that they had in him, Obsidian usually kept Alter away from the most questionable assignments, instead focusing his efforts on mercenary and war resolution - engagements that were generally easy to justify.

Sarcasm is Alter's preferred tone of speech, and he has a talent for wordplay and clever remarks, which often put him at odds with some of his more "serious" teammates. Alter almost always had a smirk on his face, and usually didn't take things all that seriously, despite the daily dealings of death in his new life.

Alter doesn't like bullies, and often butted heads with the more brash and dominating members of Obsidian, but was never one to throw the first punch. Instead, Alter was often more creative with his interpersonal conflicts, leaving others often wary of his approach, and leaving Alter often without too many close friends.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Though a formidable combatant in his own right, Alter is much more likely to trust in his custom-made weapons than his martial skills in a fight, which leaves him at a disadvantage in a situation where his technology is not an option.

This is tempered somewhat, though, by his ability to learn, adapt, and utilize opportunities, as well as his ability to make use of most any kind of technology that he can get his hands on.

History:

Born into a middle class home, Polo was born with a distinct physical propensity owed to him and his brothers. Though he excelled in multiple pursuits throughout his young life, he never seemed to have the motivations to pursue a specific path at length, instead engaging into multiple pursuits all at once. These included hockey, football, boxing, and water polo, as well as a curiosity for computers, cars, and electronics.

Polo never seemed to stay with a pursuit too long, but always seemed to excel at whatever he tried his hand at, at least until he understood it and became bored.

After graduating high school at the age of sixteen, Polo went to University to study bioengineering, during which time his family was killed in a suspicious airline disaster returning from Paris to New York. Polo inherited a modest sum from his family, but barely completed his degree before starting to wander. He was eventually found by Obsidian and offered a chance at "a new life," which he accepted in lieu of having little else in his life.

A mainstay in Obsidian, the newly-christened "Alter" became invaluable to the organization, diving into his own work in creating numerous weapons and technologies for use by many of the different operatives. He hid his pain behind a smile, and took mild pleasure at being able to gut-check the world for abandoning him. Still, though, there were doubts in his mind about the entire enterprise, right from the beginning.

Unbeknownst to his fellow operatives, Alter was instrumental in the creation of the ominous "Kill-Switch Protocol" (KSP) which was eventually implanted into all Obsidian personnel. He had assumed that such a plan would eventually be needed, considering the remarkably dangerous abilities of Operatives throughout the organization. The idea seemed rational, and the plan seemed necessary.

His attitude changed a year into Alter's tenure, however, when an operator's handler began to use the KSP as leverage for sexual favors, which eventually led to the death of an operative on Alter's own squad. It was then that he decided to put an end to this "electronic leash" that he had helped to create, and he began to work tirelessly alongside several of his fellow operatives to bring about the end of Obsidian.

In the past few years, Alter has dived deep into the internet, absorbing his time and energy in the web as a way to keep himself out of the public view. He has resigned himself to life as a hermit, avoiding any contact with his former colleagues, but always keeping tabs on them whenever possible.

Other:

Alter always keeps his newest version of the Auto-Lock on his person, usually in a case in his shoulder bag, which can be activated within a moment's notice though voice or other activation means.

Codename: Eidyia /aɪˈdaɪ.ə/
A.K.A "The Librarian"

RECRUIT REPORT OBSID-LAT43.LON-717
DATE - [REDACTED]
RECRUITER: E. Elliott
Comments Updated by E. Elliott

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Power
Subject known as Eidyia is named aptly for her abilities. There are two major known mutations that have come from her Quartz injection, note below.

• Intuitive Aptitude: The subject, upon awakening from the procedure, seemed to have spaced out for several moments while looking around the room in a daze. Originally, our doctors were suggesting that the injection was far too powerful for her mind and were discussing to scrap the subject until she came back to the 'real world.' Upon this re-entry, she began to rattle off theories and equations that I could not keep up with, but appearances seemed she had gained a sudden and innate knowledge on the equipment surrounding her. In the passing months and after a few dozen tests, it has been concluded that anything that follows a logic pattern from electronics, biology, mechanics, and physics, can be instantly and innately understood by Eidyia after roughly three seconds of 'scanning' (note, that this is the best verb I can think of).

Thus, in reaction to this develop and the potential danger that comes along with it, we have holed her away from the others [mostly] and she only becomes involved in missions that Dr. Bridgette Lapis herself selects her for. They have given me strict orders to keep her under my care and not to let anything that could be turned against Obsidian make itself into her room.

• Remote Teleportation: It was not far after testing begun on her aptitude that she also let our doctors know of her second ability - being able to teleport herself, other objects, and other people as well. Upon request, she explained this in great detail, having gained an innate and deep understanding of this complex ability. While I do not possess the knowledge or experience (and I'm sure our scientist files can shed more light, given high enough classification) to understand it fully, I do understand that she made two very important notes; that she can move anything and everything and yet, it still has limitations and despite her knowledge, she must still train it.

Eidyia however has shown skill in the field with frightful efficiency. While one can imagine it's used for escape and defensive, I have been made aware through her use that it can also be used for offense and utility as well, from throwing knifes with amazing accuracy to removing parts of locks to bypass doors. We have installed various dampening fields in her room to discourage it's use to escape the facility all together since her explanations to the scientists within our organization.

Appearance: While her uploaded portrait provides more than enough accurate data to recognize her on sight, I am require to fill out any additional information here in the case of disguise or illusions of any sort. After a medical examination, we've noted that she stands roughly five feet, five inches, weight around hundred ten pounds and possess an average build. It's also been noted that after a few more that she has gained some lean muscle and gained weight (from her original hundred one pounds). Watching recordings of her after lights out have enlightened us to daily exercises she's picked up.

Personality: Before reading, I will note that her personality has either changed or been revealed after the injection - theories to follow. When first approached and during the 'watch' period, Eidyia was shaken and alone suffering from bouts of depression and despair. After explaining our offer, she jumped to what I can only relate to a cat jumping at the offer of food. She took our offer as a symbol of survival either of the physical sense or emotional sense (or perhaps both). However after the injection, she has become someone else - her subtly friendly attitude, her chattiness, and her humble nature (which we believed we could break down easily due to her condition) seemed to have vanished. Instead she strode forward with the quiet thoughtfulness, a confidence, and with little to no hesitation in the missions given to her.

My supervisors were worried at first that perhaps the injection made her snap inside but her continued willingness to do contracts have settled all of us of this concern. I theorize that this is perhaps her real nature and the confidence having sprouted forth from her sudden knowledge of practically anything but people. Though she has trouble with people sometimes, she is still an excellent team member and serves to support whomever is in the lead.

Strengths and Weaknesses
Eidyia's strengths are numerous and enough to cause us worry if she were ever to escape, but she does possess limits and weaknesses to her considerable power.

• Aptitude: While this ability is amazing and provides her with a wealth of information, the main factor in situations is still beyond her - people. People do not follow a logical pattern and are extremely complex and even though she can predict the more logic of us, she can never truly know what anyone is capable of or what we will do. So it is entirely possible to surprise her and ambush her despite her teleportation abilities. We can only imagine what Citrene and her are capable of as a team.

• Still Human: Unlike some of her fellows like Alter and Hannibal, she is just as vulnerable to injury as any agent and a shot to the head or heart can prove fatal. Even with teleportation, if aimed just right her death would be instant and she'd have no time to seek aid.

• Mass Limit: Even at her peak, the subject has explained to us that it'd be difficult to transport unwilling living object to another location and she could do little more than exchange places with them (within line of sight) or push them back the same distance. Beyond this, even inanimate objects can only go so large as a full sized couch before she strains herself too much. This limits her ability to not throwing cars, teleporting buildings, or throwing large chunks of land at people.

History

Born an orphan, Eidyia has lived most of her childhood bouncing from foster home to another, causing a distrust within most others as well as a need for companionship. Even today with her quiet confidence, she has expressed her want a few times among the staff, though we have not allowed such to happen. Being homosexual made it both hard in the past for her to connect on this level and easy for us to justify her dental within our care. She has a record of having been involved in gangs only out of need and has stolen, assaulted, and lied her way within the organization - just enough to stay high enough to be trusted and mostly left to be, though in her younger years she had to claw her away through men trying to use her.

By the time we started to trail her, she had been put into a corner by a fellow gang member and rumors were circulating about her execution - her leaders had been lead to believe she wanted to betray them. By the age of 18, we approached her and offered her a place. She jumped at the opportunity especially after the explanation of those backstabbing her. He convinced her that she had no choice but to take our care for her services or face death. Since then, and since her injection, she has become somewhat of a chilling assassin and supporter to missions. Though at times it doesn't seem like she is quiet as unaffected as some of the others, she has very little (if any) hesitation in carrying out assignments. So much so that sometimes I feel like Dr. Lapis has a special place for her, though that is extremely hard to tell with the Doctor's monotone and logical approach to our goals.

[After the breakout.]
After being broken out of her cell by her fellows, she played an important part in hacking the systems of Obsidian (alongside Alter) and making it possible to finally reach Dr. Lapis and the other founders of the organization. After their defeat and eventual freedom of all the Operatives, Eidyia made it her one singular goal to find way to rid herself of the Kill Switch. She used her teleportation and aptitude to seek, steal, bribe, and bully her way into technologies and research that could extract the nano-bots from her blood and eventually destroy them after gaining knowledge of their workings. It took roughly a year, of consistent, day after day, searching to do so. Since then, she has wondered the world in search of meaning, trying to find her place in the world. Something snapped in her, something from when she was young, and after seeing years and years of death and evil ... she has decided to try her hand at stopping it - by any means necessary. Some have called her a hero for it while others deepen their belief in her terrorism and she has done anything from knocking a robber out to killing prostitute ring leaders. Due to her powers, she has kept herself hidden in a cave with everything she needs, making it extremely hard for government officials and crime lords alike to track her down.

Other: (OOC note, I decided to do this sheet from a recruiter and caretaker's point of view. The only way to add history beyond the breakout was to do it in a OOC way, mostly for the benefit of the GMs and fellow players. I still wanted to keep the feeling of a data file though. Hope that's okay.)

Name: Jack Roman

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Codename: Rook

Power:
Copycat- Rook has the ability to mimic ones physical appearance of any other person he touches. This ability mimics everything down to the bone structure. A perfect DNA copy including the opposite gender. Rook can keep this up for a couple hours without any problems or permanent damage to his own body. He can copy anything human or even metahumans without the powers (or just cosmetics if the power if physical) *Look in weaknesses for limitations and drawbacks

Mimic- a much simpler version that only alters skin and hair color. Similar to an Octopus, his skin and hair pigment change to mimic his surroundings. Rook must be still for a few seconds for this to work and does not affect his clothes.

Appearance:

Personality: Jack is a cocky bastard. Stubborn, vain, conceited at times and a downright smartass. If it wasn't for the Brooklyn accent people would think he's British. If he's not trying to get in your pants, he's in your wallet. Loyal to nobody except for a rare few, Jack cannot be trusted to finish a mission without undertaking a few side missions to line his own pockets in the process.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Jack is extremely calm under pressure. Thanks to his US ARMY Ranger training he is an excellent marksman and extraordinary at gathering intel without being found. He has a silver tongue and a silver gun if necessary, both can be handeled with surgical precision.

Although Jack can change pretty much everything with his power except his clothes and especially his voice. Still unable to mimic voices, this can cause major drawbacks especially if he is disguised as a female. Another drawback is that after using a form for over two hours, his body slowly tries to push its shape back to normal. He can force this to take longer but it soon becomes painfull and might cause major internal damage. Jack has a couple different colored fingers as well as two different shaped ears in his original state due to pushing himself too far. He hides these features with thick rimmed glasses pulling the eye away from the ears and either wearing gloves or putting his hands in his pockets.

History: Born May, 4, 1987
Jack was born an orphan housed at Newhope Orphanage in Brooklyn Ny. Upon the death of the mother at birth and no father in sight to claim him. Living in the Newhope house until he was five years of age where his first family took him in until the age of nine. It was just a case of bad luck, divorce and illness left the mother unable to care for him so back he went. Jack took this rather personally since he grew very attached to the Roman family. Refusing to grow attached to the multiple other families whom tried to adopt him. Some lasted as long as a year, others didn't even last a week. Jack was a problem child rebelling with every family. He didn't want them, any of them.

At age 16 he ran away and lived off the streets for a year, robbing, stealing and sqwatting in abandoned houses to survive. Banding together with only a few others he managed small cons and all out robberies on small businesses. Saving up just enough money to have a local forger make up some fake birth certificate for him to join the Army. Once in he became quite the soldier, a naturally talented 17 year old with the knack for killing. Not staying with his squad for long before being shipped off to Ranger school. There he learned quite a few things about survival and tactics, how to breathe when under fire and how to keep calm under pressure. He was good... real good, and at the age of 21 he passed the test for sniper school.

At 23 he was a distinguished marksman with a handfull missions under his belt but Jack felt... bored... unentertained. His need to keep going drove him to take a solo mission in Iran. During that mission he was tasked to take down someone rumored to be leaking intel to the enemy. Little did Jack know it was all a huge test rigged by Obsidian. For months he tracked the target, watching his every move, counted every bead of sweat through his rifle scope until the perfect shot pronounced itself at one point he knew his target better than he did himself, almost as if they were one in the same. It was at that moment that he let it fly, almost in slow motion he watched as the 7.62x51 NATO round place itself gently inside the mans cranium. At that moment, Jack couldn't help but get wood. THAT was the sense of accomplishment he was looking for. All this time searching and he finally did it.

Upon completion of the mission Jack called for Evac but instead a millitary apache to pick him up, it was a private heli owned by Obsidian. A man in a well dressed suit offered him a chance to start new and promised that he would get much more satisfying jobs than this to put under his belt, not to mention a much MUCH larger paycheck. Jack couldn't of put his John Hancock quick enough.

Other:
Ace in the hole- His precious little 22mag revolver. Its saved his life on numerous occasions and can be hidden very easily. He never leaves home without it.

Rook got his name from a specific tactic in chess called "Castling" where the Rook and King pieces alternatively swap to alternating sides or switch places, confusing the enemy and bolstering defense. Although Jack knows little about chess, he has used this tactic quite often.

Name: Theodore Wenton AKA Ghost

Age: 27

Gender: M

Powers: Ghost is simply good at not being where he should be.

Invisibility: He has the ability to completely disappear from sight. Anything he is touching a large enough portion of (as in, with a large enough ratio of surface area touching him to surface area not touching him) disappears along with him. Being a supernatural invisibility, he disappears from any type of sight; this excludes other types of sensing such as scent, hearing (he is not inaudible), empathy, or consciousness-sensing type of discernment. Ghost has become adept at using this power, and can stay invisible through many effects such as but not limited to pain, induced drugging, sleep, and at times unconsciousness. It is not a taxing ability after all of the practice he has had with it. Ghost can stay invisible for at least several hours. After enough practice with initial activation, actually keeping himself invisible is quite easy. He has never, thankfully, had the need to be invisible for much longer than eight hours, but when he reappeared at the end of that stretch is was by choice and not fatigue.

Intangibility: Ghost can phase his body through solid objects. The ability's effectiveness and duration vary greater depending on the severity to which it's used. To quickly reach his hand through a wall or metal safe is something Ghost can do with little thought or effort. He can manage to phase his entire body through a door or wall, but that requires concentration and is harder to do if he is holding something, or worse, someone. The transferring of intangibility happens similarly to that of invisibility in Ghost's case except that the ratio is much larger for the former. He could, theoretically, phase another person with him, but he has never tried to nor does he want to. Ghost can keep a limb intangible for as long as need be in his experience, but the action does tire Ghost exponentially more than invisibility. He cannot keep his entire body intangible for long, which is the reason he will phase parts of his body at once to get his whole self through an obstacle. He can travel a short distance with his whole body being intangible, being able to travel approximately 20 feet through solid matter before he begins to re-materialize(which lasts for only a few moments). Forced materialization is painful for Ghost. When intangible, the only way to sense Ghost is through any sort of mental capacity because his body does not exist in the same plane as the world around him.

Appearance: A man of alabaster skin pulled taut over a lithe frame of thin bones, Ghost looks like he exists with an internal temperature of below 50ºF. His lips range from pale pink to indigo blue, and his eyes are the color of ice. He now dresses as a civilian in dark jeans and plain T-shirts layered over thermals. His eyes dart from place to place, never resting for a moment outside the safety of his hideout. He stands at 5'10" and weighs 130 lbs. Although not muscular, Ghost's muscled are well toned thanks to constant use.

Personality: The name Ghost applies to Theodore is several ways. He is a man of little words. When he does speak, it is in a quiet but strong voice. He's not one for conversation, although if you do manage to catch him in a good mood his colloquy is usually well rounded and congenial. In all honesty Ghost is a friendly person, he just doesn't go out of the way to talk to others. He has a calm demeanor, slow temper, and easy laugh. Ghost can get philosophical at times, or play the devil's advocate when he really wants, when speaking to someone he is honestly interesting in talking with.

Ghost has a skewed sense of morality. He believes that no one could be judged for actions by an outsider's eye, and that the difference between perception and reality are majorly important in deciding what is right and what is wrong. The rape and murder of a woman could be justified in his eye - granted, that it would be hard to convince him it was right, but he wouldn't assume that it was wrong until he had a strong grasp of the situation. He also feels that the role of self-interest is an important factor in decisions. It is, after all, a dog eat dog world.

He is a man of little wants besides fullfillment. Ghost cares little for possession, relationships, or status. What he does he does because he finds immediate gratification or amusment. He doesn't plan much unless its needed. He doesn't know the exact limits of his powers because he had never felt the need to push them. This is why he travels so often and carries so little. The only problem is that he doesn't know what kind of fullfillment he's looking for. He's a wanderer, often with no purpose, without the instruction of his past superiors. It's almost ironic, that carring so little for wealth, he has specialized in theft. Or, maybe such a deamonr has come from having all the wealth he could want but finding no satisfaction in having it.

Strengths and Weaknesses: Ghost is a world class thief. Any skill that could be associated with or linked to stealing of theft can also be linked to Ghost. From simple lock-picking, to extruding electronic data, he can get his hands on anything.

His biggest weakness is his lack of combat experience. Ghost was rarely used for any type of hostile operation. Although he had gotten the few assassination missions, it was normally because of how well hidden or guarded a target was, not because he had to pull some feat of strength. Ghost is agile, flexible, and fast, and can be called acrobatic, but his experience is mostly limited to training exercises.

History: Theodore Wenton was born to a normal family in rural Pennsylvania. He had a relatively normal life up until his parents died when he was fifteen. He was sent to live with relatives in Florida that his family had never been close with. He wound up resenting his aunt and uncle, their spoiled children and terrible yapping dogs, and by the time he was eighteen his days were rife with underage drinking, drugs, sex, and all types of fun illegal things. He started stealing shortly after moving in with his extended family, not liking the way his uncle would treat him after he asked for something. The habit turned into a lifestyle when he left highschool with no asperations or future goals in mind.

The loss of his parents had not lingered on his mind, but Theodore had always had a type of anxiety, almost, since he was young. Always antsy, always figiting, and always looking forard to the next thing he had to do. In the seemingly short years of his early adulthood, he began philosophical contemplations and found little substance in the world around him. Simply put, Theodore was bored of the world around him. He started to travel, and eventually made it to Miami where he was recruited.

The recruiting process, grueling and unforgiving, treated Ghost no differently than his peers. However, as an operative, he actually had a nice life. Having shown no impulses or desire to 'escape' he was never too harshly dampened or restrained. He enjoyed the training at first. Over time, it became clear just what the super-soldiers were to the organization and Ghost wanted to part ways, just like the others.After the escape, Ghost has been traveling the north-eastern US coast in hiding since then.

Other: Not much

Name: Laraxis Valco

Age: 28

Power: 

-- Technopathic Perception

Laraxis can see the blueprints and foundations for any existing or fragmented and broken technology. This requires him to have a physical connection with the machinery to see its origins, however. He can also piece together all sorts of advanced technology and read electrical signals off it (like mind reading for computers), but cannot manipulate it beyond that. 

Appearance: His platinum blond hair is half an inch short on the sides and back with his two inch bangs lightly gelled off his forehead. Coupled with snowy white skin, Laraxis looks incredibly pale. A thin line of smokey eyeliner lines the underside of his eyelids, highlighting his crystal blue eyes. He is of average height with an athletic build, often seen with small gold gauges among other piercings along his ear and gold rings adorning three of his fingers. His usually wears a custom-tailored one-shouldered monk outfit made out of molten grey fabric embroidered with shiny gold design. 

Personality: in a couple words, Laraxis is a ticking time-bomb. Despite all his talk of  one-with-the-Universe and meditation, he's the most bipolar, eccentric man you'll ever meet. One moment he'll be calm and kind, the next completely livid. Or simply crazy. He's a hypocrite to his own words, and you'd never hear him apologize for it, or for anything really. He has high expectations of everyone, and when those aren't met he never considers what he asks to be impossible. The blame is always on others. But he knows how to inspire confidence, and this makes up for some of his other aspects.

History: Coming across a dimension free of almost all supernatural elements, Laraxis immediately saw an opportunity. The amount of fear put toward super terrorists (he laughed at this, coming from a world where superheroes were embraced) could easily be used against them. With less to get in the way, he set about getting his hands on the Operatives, and for the next two years he learned everything he could about them. There wasn't much, most of the research was obliterated in Obsidian's explosion. But Laraxis found what he needed, and waited until the time was right to begin phase two.