NAME: Elias Winzer
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ZONE: N/A

PERSONALITY: Eli will initially come across as the type who’s snarky, work-focused, and quick to take charge of almost any situation. At his core, however, he’s a decent person. Years of constant working, guiding Somniatis agents into the unknown, and losing trust in people he once looked up to, have all left him in a state of mind that does not easily allow things like friendships and admirations to grow. But behind all that is a man who desires nothing more than to see both himself and those he works with succeed in all their endeavors, and he will often go to surprising lengths to see such things through to the end. While it is never immediately apparent, he does care about the wellbeing of the Zoners, if only so that they can maintain their capability and willingness to continue fighting.

HISTORY: Elias Winzer, otherwise known as Eli, or “Operator”, is the appointed leader of Somniatis’ ongoing effort to construct a defense against the otherworldly beings appearing on Earth. He is the man in charge of locating Zoners across the globe, sending agents to retrieve them, welcoming them to the facility, accommodating them to the facility, and guiding them in their excursions into the Zones. He is the only known individual capable of operating the Nexus Projector, the machine that allows the Zoners to enter any Zone at any time, at the cost of reduced power effectiveness.

As far as he is willing to say, Eli has been with Somniatis for years now, and was a supporting figure in the construction of the Nexus Projector alongside the group’s founder, Robert Kilander, who passed away just under two years ago. Beyond all that, you won’t get much without asking politely.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL:
  Physical [+]

  
• IN-ZONE: N/A

POWERS

• NEXUS: N/A
• REM: N/A

OTHER: Nothing of note. Yet.

NAME:
Miriam A. Grant

AGE:
17

GENDER:
Female

ZONE:
Zone One

PERSONALITY:
She is smart, first off. Unfortunately she uses this intellect to be literally the meanest, most sarcastic fuck you will ever meet. I am not kidding when I say she will go out of her way to screw with you or make an ass out of you if she is given the opportunity. She’s got a lot of spunk to her if you’re into that. In the ZONE she will use her attractiveness as a play and will flirt with the males to get them to do her bidding, she will make you her bitch. Pancreatic cancer might be holding her back but she’d be beating heads in with the wheelchair if she could. She has an anger issue to her personality and will often get frustrated quickly with people who are incapable of doing what she thinks are simple tasks. Even if it’s unreasonable or unrealistic for you to know them she will hold you to a higher standard than what you hold yourself to. While she might be mean, and sassy, and clever at your expense and while she might even come off as a bully or manipulative (which she is), she does care about those around her, at least to a degree. She will bite the bullet for literally anyone else if it meant keeping them alive. Not because she knows she’s going to die in six months anyway (although that does give her one more excuse), but because she legitimately cares about everyone in some way or another.

HISTORY:
"Dont act like you know me. You dont. All you need to know is that I was diagnosed with cancer and the only reason I'm alive is because my father is loaded and got me the best care possible. Now I’m here in this shithole with you shitstains."

APPEARANCE

• PHYSICAL:
  Miriam is the picture of complete lack of health. She's about 5'2 in height, and weighs an astounding 78lbs. She has pasty white skin, and no muscle tone whatsoever. Her body is a sickly thin, almost skin and bones due to her long fight. Her face is oval shaped, with deep set brown eyes with bags around them that add to her overall unhealthy appearance. Her nose is the typical nose that one would see in a young woman, and it along with her lips are probably the most attractive parts of her. She has no hair on her body, her arms, head, nothing. She almost always has a breathing tube in her nose.
• IN-ZONE:
  Miriam is astoundingly different in her zone, and her appearance doesn't change from Nexus to REM stage. If you saw the two of them, the only way you'd be able to know it was her would be by the voice. Standing at 5'8 she is right off the bat much taller, and is a little over 1.5x the weight of her normal self at 124lbs. She is visibly athletic and fit. If she lifted her shirt or flexed her arms you would see that she not only can hold her own in an arm wrestle but also has abs that most girls don't realize they can get. Dream puberty was kind to her in giving her wide hips and a very faint hourglass figure. Her skin is tanned greatly, and she has a bandaid going across the bridge of her nose which has remained unchanged. Her teeth are straight, although her canines are larger than average giving her smug grin a somewhat wolfish look. She has freckles going across the bridge of her nose. Her face is slightly more angular, with a sharper chin and higher cheekbones. Her eyes aren't nearly sunken and remained the same color. Her hair is black and long, falling down just past her shoulders. She always seems to have a pissed off or smug expression on her face. Henry has stated that, in the Nexus, her appearance is strikingly similar to a character named Asami from an old show called the Legend Of Korra from the mid 2010's. Think this image.

POWERS
NEXUS:
"You're a good kid, you just have smoke coming out of your fingertips..."

Miriam is the living embodiment of smoke, cinders, smoldering refuse gas of any kind, etc. She is literally made of it. While she may look like a normal human when she goes into action her real powers spring to life. Whether it be literally turning into a cloud of smoke and becoming temporarily intangible to reforming after taking incredible hits as if nothing happened. She is the scourge of Zone one, at least to the Aggressors, who have very few means of fighting her effectively. She can fire high impact projectiles that are a combination of smoke and fire, and her durability is greatly increased allowing her to effectively jump off a building and come out unscathed. Think all of the abilities of Delsin Rowe, except more creatively used more often. She is capable of flying, and is capable of staying airborne for a fairly good period of time. Her signature thing is to launch and come down like a missile. She’s mean like that.

REM:
Smoking is bad for everyone but her, it seems. In REM form, Miriam looks exactly the same as she does in Nexus form.Long black hair, black and red clothing, greaser style look, athletically healthy and very attractive. The new? She has all the abilities of before, but now she has FIRE under her belt as well. There is a lot more impact to her attacks and they do a lot more damage in different ways. Her body is also more densely packed, allowing her a more normal weight while still giving her the ability to smoke dash. Her body is also resistant to tiring and pain and any form of fatigue that is gained from prolonged combat. Her body has now become a furnace that constantly makes smoke for her to use. The downside however is that while her attacks are powerful, they can sometimes be taxing on this supply. To compensate for this? She simply uses the smoke in the city air as replacement, or falls back upon fire.

OTHER:

NAME:
Henry J. Olin

AGE:
14

GENDER:
Male

ZONE:
Zone Two

PERSONALITY:

Henry is, despite what you might expect from him if you saw his zone forms, a pretty cool guy. He's often defined as laid back and will often share a good laugh if he can, even if the joke is on himself. He's extremely smart, border lining insane, and the few activities he takes part in that don't involve computers are either designing or straight up building. The things that get to him most are when people don't give him the time of day. One of his character flaws or errors is that he is stubborn and will try to get everyone to like him and often will make an idiot out of himself in doing so. It's also this bull headed stubbornness that has gotten him into trouble before in doing things he shouldn't be, or fighting a battle that's not worth it. Henry has an innate love for learning and even more so for teaching. If you gave him the opportunity to tell you about what kind of code he's writing or the character he's drawing you best be pulling up a chair because you're gonna be there for a while. For back of a better description, he is a nerd, and a dork, and a bit of a mess, but he's sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly if he could help it. He will happily throw himself on the live grenade if it meant saving others.

HISTORY:
Henry was born fourteen years in the past as the middle child and only boy of a Japanese/American family. He has a younger sister, and an older sister (who is nineteen). His family is fairly wealthy, so his hobbies were supported and he was kept healthy throughout his life. He's got literally no excuse to be badass. He's been semi-following the incidents that have occured over the oast few months. Initially because of his friend who was interested in the whole situation. He slowly however became more sucked into attempting to explain where these creatures were coming from. Unfortunately he never got far. At least not until now.

APPEARANCE

• PHYSICAL:
  Physically, Henry’s not at all what you’d expect. Normally when you see a Zoner their dreams match up somewhat with their physical appearance and their personalities aren’t altered that much. Not for Henry, he has alter egos.
  
  Standing at 5’3, and weighing about 172lbs, Henry has a bit of a weight problem. A combination of what could possibly be unfortunate genetics, bad dietary control, and lack of physical activity make up for a perfect storm that makes it hard for him to keep himself in a healthy condition (to give you an idea, he’s 54-55% over the average weight of a teenager his age). While he might be pudgy, he plays it off fairly well. His skin overall is naturally a little tan, even if he spends very little time in the sunlight to show for it, and while he might not be exactly a healthy weight his asian heritage helps somewhat by giving him small pores and smooth and healthy skin that does a pretty good job at not getting acne. He has an oval shaped face because of his weight. His hair is brown and long, easily falling to the bridge of his nose if he didn’t sweep it far to the side. His nose has the distinct asian traits to it. His eyes are slanted, as to be expected and are brown in color. His lips are full but his teeth are not very straight in the top, as he has yet to get braces.
  Think this image except slightly more on the heavier side.
• IN-ZONE:
  In the Nexus and in REM stages Henry is a distinctly reptilian creature. In the Nexus, he stands at about eight feet tall, and weighs around eight hundred pounds. He is still human in build and shape, but his skin is crocodilian like, and covered in the bony armor that the saurians of the third dimension are known for. His arms are much larger than before, allowing him to comfortably walk on all fours should he desire. He is incredibly well built, the deltoid and bicep muscles of his arm being about the size of a normal human’s torso in width. His chest is huge, measuring at approximately 85 inches in width (for scale, Arnold Schwarzenegger has a chest that is 57 inches). He is completely bald in this form and has teeth much different than a human, being fewer, larger, and pointed, like that of a crocodile’s. He lacks nails on both his hands and feet, instead having black claws about two inches in length. He wears orange rope tied pants as if he was a prison inmate, and his arms are wrapped up in a gauze of some kind that looks like an attempt at makeshift compression sleeve. For an idea of what he looks like, think Killer Croc from Arkham Origins.
  
  In REM form, Henry is terrifying in that you legitimately dont know if he’s on your side or not sometimes. He’s huge, standing fifteen to sixteen feet tall, and is covered in crocodilian like armor. Along his neck he has quill like spines shooting from his neck that seem to fade at his armor becomes more prominent. His arms, legs, and body are absolutely ripped. Like, Hulk ripped, and huge as well. Like, his arm muscles are probably about three and a half feet thick. His face is no longer humanoid at all, instead a snout has protruded from it and huge teeth have grown in, as well as a very reptilian forked tongue. He only has four fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, with huge black claws tipping each flange measuring up to a foot in length. If he were to ball his hand into a fist, two black spikes that protrude from each knuckle on the fist provide natural and built in ‘brass knuckles’. The only real humanoid part of his body left are his torso and arms (his arms of which are almost as long as his legs, allowing him to prowl around on all fours, which he often does when stalking prey), which give him a very primate/reptile feel. Unlike his Nexus form, he has a tail in this stage, which is as thick as a large tree trunk and measures easily twenty feet in length. It is extremely strong and incredibly flexible. Along it’s length is armor and spines, which end in a bone like club at the end. On his shoulders and upper back large and thick black spikes sprout up about three feet at their maximum height in a very ankylosaur like fashion and in combination with the armor plating on the upper half of his body provide a powerful defense mechanism if, god forbid, he be pinned on his stomach. His primary coloration is an ashen grey on both his belly and upper back, with his armor being a more maroon color. A fluorescent red shines between the cracks of his armor, on the gill like flaps of scale on the flanks of his neck, as well as the prominent veins running throughout his body.

POWERS
Overview:
In both stages, Henry is a physical powerhouse capable of not only absorbing a lot of damage but dealing a lot of damage as well. In both stages he also has the ability to heal incredibly fast from wounds he receives by gorging himself on anything he kills (but he cannot do this during a fight). In the Nexus stage, he’s not as strong, not nearly as fast, and not as versatile as his REM form, and more often than not will only be able to grapple with two or three opponents at a time before he becomes overwhelmed. In the REM form however, all of his abilities are spiked to a level that most others haven't yet achieved. His physical brawn is unmatched and while his agility isn’t quite like the smaller zoners he is capable of jumping a terrifying fifty two feet forward and about fifteen to twenty feet high. And to top it all off to prove just how unfair it can be to be the opposition, not only can he punch a hole through a three foot thick rock, but he can also breathe a jet of fire powerful enough to achieve a range that extends eighty three feet forward.

The problem is, Henry, in this form, is hungry and by default is pissed off about it. Channeling this ‘hangriness’ is a challenge any time the teams wants to get anything done and sometimes strategy is needed to get Henry’s clouded mind to realize that there is a big herd of creatures that the others consider opponents that he considers food all rounded up in one spot and oh my god he is suddenly throwing the closest boulder at them to turn as many as he can at one time into a smear on the forest floor so he can eat whatever’s left.

Yeah, he wont attack you, he has enough self control for that, but it’s hard to keep his attention because anything else that’s moving is like showing a starving man a T-bone steak. He will go after it with everything he’s got and it’s kinda hard to stop him.

Overall his power is kinda what you’d expect. He’s an in your face overwhelming brawler type with no special ability other than just being ridiculously hard to kill.

OTHER:
Henry Olin is currently the largest (and most powerful in REM state) recorded Zoner, standing at a staggering eight feet tall in Nexus form in weighing eight hundred pounds. In REM form Henry's size is even more frightening. Dwarfing the others by standing an estimated fifteen feet tall, measuring in the mid thirties in length, and weighing the equivalent of about 9.8 tons... You get the idea.

NAME: Lenora Puglisevic
AGE: 24
GENDER: Female
ZONE: 3

PERSONALITY: Lenora has kind of a hard time relating to other people. Her parents tried to teach her to be kind, charitable, and meek, but that was never going to happen. Nora is highly introspective, and imaginative; she spends a lot of time thinking about things that probably don't cross most people's minds; she is also very curious and adventurous, tending to jump into any new situation with both feet, as it were. Those are her good qualities; unfortunately she can also be pretty selfish, has trouble empathising with others, is irritable, abrupt and often rude. She also tends to obsess heavily over whatever has caught her interest at the time. Nora is also almost completely unselfconscious, because she doesn't generally care enough about other people to care what they think of her.

HISTORY: Lenora grew up in a fundamentalist Christian community, where she was pretty strongly sheltered from outside influences. Her family had no television, popular music was strongly forbidden, and there was only filtered internet, the use of which was very much supervised. Her upbringing centered around family, faith, and the community; unsurpirisingly she was homeschooled and spent most of her time with her siblings (there are seven Puglisevic children, Lenore is third oldest) cousins, and the other children from her church (unaffiliated methodist).

Nora never, ever fit in. Not even as a small child. She realised by her teenage years that she was never going to be happy staying in her community. It wasn't a cult - she was certainly allowed to leave, but her parents were heartbroken when she started talking about leaving. She left anyway.

Since turning 18 and setting out on her own, Nora has been kind of a drifter. She started off waiting tables in a medium-sized town in Oklahoma, before getting her GED and switching to call centre work. Nora enjoys call centre work; she's skilled at dealing with difficult customers because, again, she doesn't care what people think of her and is usually somewhere on the confused-curious-amused spectrum when people yell at her. She'll usually work at a call centre for a year or so before getting bored and changing towns - her great job performance means that she can ususally do this fairly painlessly. She's been moving generally westward, and currently lives in Nevada.

In her free time, Nora has a variety of unusual hobbies, and she has no ambition whatsoever except to be able to hobby in peace. She'll generally obsess over one at a time for a month or two, then drop it more or less completely and switch to something else. Sometimes these are productive; eg embroidery, collecting edible mushrooms, attempting to learn to play the banjo. Sometimes they are not productive at all, eg playing Sim City, binge-watching Netflix, complicated connect-the-dots books. Many of her hobbies will repeat after being out of the main spotlight after a few months or a year; most recently she has been on a taxidermy kick, combining pieces of different animals (and sometimes clock parts) to make tiny mythical monsters. Taxidermy, by the way, is ome of her most frequently recurring hobbies, along with bone collecting and unsettling embroidery.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL: Nora is tall and generally big, with a wide, round face, rounded features and a snub nose. Her hair is right in the middle of the "yellow" spectrum of blonde, while her eyes are that sort of indistinct blue-grey that usually just gets called "light." She has a slightly rosy complexion, with lots of small freckles on her face, and even more on her arms, hands, back and feet.
  She's one of those people who legitimately can be called "big boned," she isn't overweight or all that muscular, and she's not much curvier than average, she's just large - broad across the shoulders, big feet and hands, wide hips, generally big.
• IN-ZONE: In-zone, Nora looks radically different, and not just because of the whole cyborg thing. She remains tall, but becomes very long limbed and bony, almost spidery. She dresses in layers of tight grey pleather; calf-high boots, leggings, short jacket with a hood, longer jacket without a hood, glove; sometimes she wears a bowler hat.
  Instead of being blonde, she is completely bald - well, it appears that way, anyway, though since she allows almost no natural skin to show it is hard to say. Her eyes are still light-coloured, but now they are mismatched implants. The left one is a fairly normal except for the slowly spinning, silvery-metallic iris, while the other seems to be entirely made of copper - corroded green where the white of the eye should be, brightly burnished for the pupil and iris, and lidless. Her face and head are partially covered by overlapping scales of various different types of metal, forming an almost-complete covering of her crown, but showing more skin on her cheeks and chin. Her right ear is normal, while her left is augmented with a series of short rods with knobs on the ends; they occasionally crackle with energy. She has the same snumb nose as in the waking world, though.
  Her other most obvious augmentation is her right arm, which is made of rust-red metal in the shape of the bones of a normal arm and hand. The joints spark frequently. Her cybernetic arm is out of proportion to her natural arm; it's about nine inches longer.

POWERS

• NEXUS: (See REM) Only her silver eye works; the other one mostly picks up static. She has the same problem with her augmented ear. Her long arm is still strong, but when using the Nexus she is much more subject to newton's laws; she can't punch hard without throwing herself backwards, if she lifts anything too heavy she'll at best fall over and at worst seriously injure herself. It also gives shocks more frequently, but they tend to be annoying rather than dangerous. Finally, her head armour is still good for fending off sharp objects, but doesn't absorb much shock. Kind of like putting a pot on her head and expecting it to work like a helmet. (Hint, it won't.)
  
  Her biologic powers are also lessened; her life-sense is only accurate to about 25 feet, and can get scrambled by things like trees. She's still pretty good at measuring things, but is about a factor of ten less accurate. Her senses of smell and taste are about the same.
• REM: Nora's biological powers are all sensory in nature; she has greatly enhanced senses of smell, taste, and touch; but her hearing and sight are not naturally improved. She can taste well enough identify metals (and chemicals) by licking them, though she is not immune to toxic effects, and can smell well enough to track by scent. Her sense of touch is improved in that she can accurately weigh objects by holding or shoving them, and can measure down to the milllimetre anything she can get her arms around. She's also accurate at measuring time, incidentally, and is pretty good at judging distances by eye, as well. She also has an extra sense, which is that she can feel the presence of life. It's most accurate with more complex or larger life forms; she can pinpoint scavengers in a room and feel them moving around, whereas the abominations blur. Her range is about seventy-five feet in a sphere, although it fades toward the edges.
  
  As for cybernetic abilities, her arm has an extended reach, and is much, much stronger and faster than a human arm. It also gives off (sometimes serious) shocks, but this is a bug rather than a feature. The scales on her head and face are there to act as armour/a helmet. Her silver eye sees liks a human eye, but with high clarity and a scalable magnification, while her copper eye sees outside the normal light spectrum - she can switch it between infrared and untraviolet. The knobs on her ear moderately increase her hearing, but mostly act as a method of determining the directionalty of sound.

OTHER: She has a lucky bone thst she carries around all the time. It's the atlas vertebra, from a sheep.

NAME: Erasmus Ambrose "Bobby" Smith
AGE: 31
GENDER: Male
ZONE: 2

PERSONALITY: Bobby is a bit abrasive at times, but is generally a good guy - even if some of the things he does with his free time are a little morally dubious. He comes across as a bit of an idiot at times, but he's not; his emotional IQ is roughly zero, though. He has pretty simple tastes: cold beers, attractive women, classic music, muscle cars, movies, that sort of thing.

Bobby is also kind of a big kid at heart. He gets excited about things a lot, and spends a lot of his time trying to do "fun" things. He's pretty competitive, and likes to try to turn things into games. He's also known for pranking his friends and family.

HISTORY: Bobby's father is a pretty successful businessman, and it's hard to say if he is more disappointed by Bobby's hobby of hustling pool, or his ongoing search for the sasquatch.

Although Bobby grew up privileged in the suburbs, he always felt oddly disappointed in his suit wearing, eco-conscious, conservative parents. He went through elementary and high school successfully enough - though his younger brother Josh was the brains of the family - with the usual number of friends and attempts at romance. Instead of going to university like his parents expected to, however. Bobby went on a road trip.

He spent a solid year driving across the states, living off his trust fund and attempts at hustling pool, before eventually giving in to his parents demands and going to university like he was supposed to. Although he graduated with an MBA and got a corporate 9-5 job, he finds that life chafing. He's always had a nagging feeling that he should be doing something more active and important with his life. That's probably why he takes vacation time each year to drift and/or look for Bigfoot.

Bobby was the opposite of disappointed when he started dreaming of monster-killing around the same time as the attacks started. Sure they were just dreams, but they were awesome dreams.

APPEARANCE

• PHYSICAL: Bobby is tall, about 6', with short dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. He has a square jaw, cleft chin and full lips, and there's a very light dusting of freckles across the tops of his cheeks. He has a faint but still noticeable scar slanting across his chin. He claims it's from a bar fight, but it's actually from tripping over the cat and smacking his face in the corner of a coffee table as a teenager. Bobby is also pretty fit; he spends quite a bit of time at the gym to make up for his sedentary lifestyle. He walks with a bit of a swaggar; Bobby thinks he's hot stuff. Maybe he is; that's pretty subjective though and as the narration I don't have opinions.
• IN-ZONE: In-zone, Bobby takes the form of a monstrous mammalian quadruped. He stands about five feet high at the withers, and has slender legs that end in very sharp cloven hooves. He is covered in long, shaggy fur in ragged brown and gold stripes, with a black line running down the centre of his back and black markings around his eyes and muzzle.
  
  He has a very large, powerful head with a long muzzle. His mouth is packed with razor sharp teeth, ranging from heavy canines to pointed, scissor dentition molars. He also has a pair of heavy, curling black horns, not unlike a ram's horns, that frame the sides of his flat-cheeked face.
• NEXUS: Bobby's nexus form is more or less a humanoid version of his REM form. Closer to seven feet tall than six feet tall, though most of that height is made up by his long, slender legs, he retains his curling horns and shaggy fur, although his mouth is close enough to a human shaped one to allow him to speak somewhat normally. He does still have some pretty massive chompers, though. He also still has the cloven hooves of his REM form, and the leg configuration one would expect to go with them. He tends to walk around in a sort of half-crouch in this form, which puts him closer to eye level for normal-sized people. Although his hands and arms are relatively normally formed, he does have very sharp black claws on his middle and ring fingers. In this form, he wears a pair of jeans cut off at about knee level.

POWERS

• NEXUS: Bobby is very fast, agile and acrobatic. He is also pretty strong, but mostly relies on speed, preferring to strike at his enemies and quickly withdraw before darting around to attack from another angle. He is also very good at jumping and climbing. His claws are extremely strong, and can dig into many strong materials in order to allow him to climb otherwise inaccessible surfaces.
• REM: In his REM form Bobby adds incredible bite force to his speed and agility, as well as a high level of resistance to toxins, poisons, pollution, etc.. He loses some of his dexterity on account of not having hands.

OTHER: His theme song:

NAME: Malcolm Graves
AGE: 17
GENDER: M
ZONE: 3

PERSONALITY: Malcolm is a boxer that has been fighting in little league since he was 14, he’s not known for making trouble despite is fighting background and is actually very friendly and selfless, where his friends come first and himself second. He likes to share fighting tips and anything else he can really. He is cheery and open for conversation, and especially hates awkward silences or feeling useless. If Malcolm can't help physically or mentally then he will reside in sadness, feeling useless and helpless.

HISTORY: Malcolm has been fighting as a boxer since he was fourteen, frustrated that he never had a way to protect himself or his friends when bullies and other threats decided to pick on them. He began at a local gym down a street alley where he met the kind eyes of an old man, training a youngster just like Malcolm named Sam. With both pupils under his tutelage, the man gave them both his knowledge and the chances to better themselves against opponents with competitions and tournaments amongst the gym and it's rivals. It became apparent that Malcolm had exceled faster than the other boy in a year which made the coach favour Malcolm more, angering his once friendly rival.

When Malcolm was 16 he was on his way to the gym when he was pulled into another alley a couple of metres away from the gym and was attacked by Sam and a gang of 3. Malcolm ducked and weaved, placing shots on the other, lesser skilled three, making them go down first before turning to Sam, pondering why this was happening. Sam and Malcolm fought for three whole minutes in the alley way, the tide going either way as both were evenly matched. However in the end Malcolm went down as he was taken aback by an unexpected kick into the stomach, where neither of them had kicked each other throughout the entire fight. This did not discourage Malcolm and instead he trained twice as hard, and before the invasion began he trained three times as hard as he is now 17.

Malcolm began his dreams a week after the first attack when he was deciding whether or not he should fight back or not. His friends all went to join the military to fight off the invasion, leaving Malcolm behind. Part of him wanted to defend his family, the other, die among his battle brothers, fighting back instead of cowering away. Of course to a 17 year old boy, the courageous option sounded the best so he went for it. His dreams (or nightmares) in Zone 3 had still been reoccurring every night, worrying him and his parents greatly... but everything changed when he was taken from his home, the ngiht before he went to join the military.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL:
  
  Physical [+]

  
• IN-ZONE:
  
  In-Zone [+]

  

POWERS

• NEXUS: Thanks to Malcolm’s mechanical arms, he can attack his enemies with forceful and painfully effective punches, past any normal humans normal capability. His fists can also store and output strong electrical charges that add an electrical punch to his fists. However, to use his electric abilities, he must make sure he charges them at a nearby power source (E.g. Electric power cables).
  
  His biological power links to his ability to change his bone structure rapidly and to his own will. He can force his bones to grow past his skin and around organs (so he doesn’t damage anything vital) anywhere. He can use this in his advantage to gain personal armour.. However this is very painful, especially if it pierces the skin.
• REM: Propulsion is added to the fist letting him charge forward for more crushing power, however this needs to be reset. He gains more base damage to his punches and he will continuously keep his electric charge if he can drain a power source once. This electricity can also be redirected into outbursts of force or travel, for example he can grab an enemy and shock them as if it was a Taser, or placing his open palm and blasting them as long as he is in contact.
  
  The bone can grow at a more rapid pace and can control the shape of how the bones grow. For example, they usually grow in a spike shape but he could grow them in flat studded shapes (like on his back as shock absorbers). The bone manipulation can change any part of his skeletal structure but only his own, he cannot change the bone of other people, only himself.

OTHER: He is a fan of rap and electronic/dubstep music

Also- Themesong= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCD2tB1qILc

NAME: Jared Swift
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ZONE: Zone 1

PERSONALITY: Jared's a laid back kind of guy. Not easily provoked, he tends to brush off any taunts without a second thought - and as such can come across as somewhat apathetic to those who don't know him well. Despite that, he has a sense of humor and is usually perceived as likable, even if his indecisive nature can be a bit grating at times. He's not much of a leader and prefers to follow, but if he really doesn't agree with an order he isn't afraid to simply ignore it and follow his instincts instead.

HISTORY: Despite being the youngest child of a poor family, Jared didn't have a particularly troubled upbringing. His father provided for the family by enlisting in the military, whilst his mother stayed at home to try and manage him and his four siblings. He had a remarkably carefree childhood, considering his families financial situation. Being the youngest child, he tended to go unnoticed by his mother a lot of the time, and as such was able to get away with a lot of things that other kids wouldn't be able to.

He spent a lot of his free time with his older brothers, blindly agreeing to whatever dares they could come up with. He always knew that he was just a source of entertainment for them, but he didn't really care. He just liked being able to amuse them. The rest of his free time was spent on his own, simply wandering around. He always liked being high up, and spent a lot of time climbing up anything he could find. He was never sure what it was about it that he liked, only knowing that he enjoyed the feeling of the wind against his face and the thrill of seeing the world appear so tiny below him. He grew apart from his family when his father was killed in action. His mother was sent spiraling into a terrible depression, and eventually just stopped eating, dying a couple of months after his father. Without parents to keep them all in check, his siblings all slowly drifted apart, most becoming petty criminals or simply staying unemployed.

This all happened when he was 19. He too left his childhood home, getting a typical boring office job and living in a tiny rented apartment. This didn't bother him however, he was just happy to be self sufficient without having turned to a life of crime. He missed his family sometimes, but for the most part managed to keep them out of mind.

APPEARANCE:
PHYSICAL:Jared is slim, but athletically so. He's considered a conventionally attractive man who stands at exactly 6 feet tall, with a strong jawline, piercing blue eyes, a tousled mess of brown hair and a designer stubble lining his jaw. He has tattoos covering his left arm in a patchwork of images and symbols, all of which relate to some defining event of his life.
Because I'm terrible at describing appearances, here's a picture for reference, just imagine more stubble and blue eyes:


IN-ZONE: There are relatively few changes between his physical and in-zone appearances, although the the changes that actually occur are quite striking. His hair becomes longer and pure white, and tends to float around his head as if there is a constant light breeze around him. His piercing blue irises expand to cover his entire eyes, lending him an otherworldly appearance. He also becomes mildly transparent, and if you look at him hard enough you can almost see straight through him.

POWERS:
NEXUS: Jared's power is aerokinesis, giving him control over air and the wind. When using the Nexus Projector, he is able to manipulate the air around him to suit a variety of purposes. He can create gusts of wind or small tornadoes powerful enough to move a small car, but apart from that his powers are severely limited outside of REM.
REM: In REM form, he is able to create much more powerful winds, almost equal to a hurricane in strength, and his tornadoes become that bit more devastating. He also develops new powers, including the ability to manipulate the air around him in order to grant him a form of flight. His powers may sound boring and slightly limited, but he knows how to make the most of them.
He also gains the ability to literally become wind. This ability allows him to pass through objects for a short amount of time at high speeds. The only downside to this power is that since he has technically become a gust of wind, he has to keep moving to maintain it. Even when moving, he can't keep up this power for long.

OTHER: He has an ungodly fear of spiders.

NAME: Julian Maius
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
ZONE: 1

PERSONALITY: Hard-working, a bit abrasive, but happy to have fun when the work is done and put away with. Julian isn’t someone who finds it hard to juggle work and pleasure, a rather average joe in that regard, but his gruff nature is somewhat of a constant. There isn’t really a warming up to him as he strives to, and is relatively successful, at treating most people he meets equally. While he’s more than willing to take a few jabs or laughs at his expense, Julian can throw back and is more than willing to any shit he gets from others. He’ straight to the point and doesn’t like to mince words when possible, but isn’t so stubborn as to not understand that sometimes you just have to stow it and be polite.

HISTORY: Would you like to hear Julian’s story? If you knew what it was, you’d probably say hell no and he wouldn’t blame you. After all, it’s not all that interesting and you’d probably find hundreds just like him in any place that could be called a city. He grew up as an only child in a family where both parents worked, though they managed to stay close knit rather than let work pull them apart. Plenty of time was still spent outdoors when he was young though, and Julian grew up as an active child who liked the sports better than the books.

The sports took a back seat to the books when he grew old enough though. He went on to higher education after high school and managed to graduate amidst parties and what not. Yet the economy had basically gone to crap by the time he was out and the degree he had might as well have been paper to the companies he applied for. Not content to simply sit at home and wait for things to get better though, Julian turned his attention towards the less desired jobs available.

Dirty, long hours, and dangerous, but someone had to do it and he certainly wasn’t squeamish. So he bid his family and friends farewell for several months and went west to the oil sands. He took to the work easily enough and did so diligently. It wasn’t easy at first, but in a few weeks he’d adapted to the strenuous work and long schedules. While it wasn’t what he had gone to university for, it turned out to suit him just fine and Julian didn’t even bother looking for another job for a few years.

Eventually, when the pay wasn’t enough to keep him invested in the work he resigned, turned in his uniform, and headed back home to simply relax. There was enough money in the bank for him to remain unemployed for a rather lengthy amount of time given how frugal he was. Yet, relaxation didn’t come easy, especially with the troubling news from the States. It certainly didn’t become any easier when his nights turned from peaceful sleep into living another life.
APPEARANCE

• PHYSICAL: Julian’s rather heavy-set for his height with broad shoulders, thick limbs, and all that. His modest height of 5’6 only lends to the build, but he isn’t too much of a stickler about it; it is what it is after all. His hair is light orange while his eyes are a reddish brown in coloration.
• IN-ZONE: While using the Nexus, Julian retains a mostly human appearance for the most part. He seems a bit few inches taller, about 5’9 or so, than usual and a bit thinner as a result. His eyes are obscured by a constant azure glow that leave faint trails with their passing. Arcs of electricity can be seen arcing over what little exposed skin he has left and occasionally illuminate his shadowed face when the robe’s hood is on.
  
  In terms of outfit, he’d look rather in place in some fantasy RPG. He’s got the whole mage robes thing going on, with white markings on the dark blue fabric. A rather massive amber amulet hangs around his neck and seems to glow whenever his powers are used. His arms are wrapped in blackened bandages all the way up to his elbows.
  
  When the Zone is accessed through natural sleep though, his appearance undergoes a much more drastic change. Though still humanoid in shape, it’s as if lightning was forced within the confines of a metal shell. The centerpiece held with chains has the same design as the amulet around his neck in his other form. Though he appears to be made of energy at this point, he can still be hurt as usual.

POWERS

• NEXUS: Friendly fire beware. Even toned down, Julian’s powers are still incredibly hard to control and more than capable of killing his teammates just as effectively as his enemies. He generally sticks to hurling bolts of lightning that easily stop hearts and blacken bodies. For more numerous foes he’s capable of bathing the area in lightning from his fingertips and letting the electricity jump from one foe to another. Against enemies capable of withstanding the high current and voltage, Julian can maintain a constant stream that imparts enough heat to turn asphalt and concrete molten. Transfer through contact is also possible and allows him full output without risk to allies, but he’s less than willing to go that route for obvious reasons.
• REM: Clear the area and get out of the blast zone. While in REM sleep, Julian’s powers effectively turn him into a living artillery piece with all the fine control until his attacks actually impact. If you’re left standing in the blast radius afterwards? Well, unless you’re intangible or have some really good defensive measures, it’ll probably suck to be you.
  
  The bolts of lightning he throw pack enough energy to tear smoking craters into the city, there’d be very little left of a person if they were hit head on. His chain lightning looks more like Thor or Zeus having a rave party at this point: blinding, unceasing arcs of electricity that saturate an entire block around him. Basically his previous powers are cranked up to the eleventh.
  
  In addition, he also gains the ability to generate a thunderstorm albeit to maintain it requires him to remain stationary and focused. By emitting a constant stream into the sky above, he can then redirect the electricity back to targets on the ground. This grants him a massive area of coverage and the ability to literally smite his enemies from the heavens. Granted, the strikes aren’t as powerful as his normal attacks, but the sheer quantity and area of coverage are useful in their own right. He’s able to locate targets by feeling the lightning’s path to the grounds and sorting through them.
  
  His greater degree of control also allows for Julian to effectively create a plasma lance that boasts unparalleled destructive capacity. By containing an immense amount of electricity into a small area, he’s able to generate plasma that can then be launched. The focus required is about on par to his Lightning Fall, meaning he’s limited to calm movements at most.

OTHER:He's got rather deft hands, nimble fingers, as well as a rather sharp sense of sound despite working the drills for a few years. Useful for fiddling with and catching clicks.
Likes to drink, but isn't dependant on alcohol. Holds it fairly well and can stomach quite a bit, but doesn't handle its effects the following morning all too well.

NAME: Sierra Alvarez
AGE: 26
GENDER: female
ZONE: 3

PERSONALITY: VROOOOM! Sierra is a hot-headed girl who’s all about speed (prepare for puns). She’s got a very fiery personality, possessing a short temper and very little patience. She gets pissed very easily, often complaining when things aren’t fast enough. She’s a very reckless individual, often charging into battle unprepared and not caring about the outcome. This, combined with her very stubborn nature and her impatience makes Sierra not much of a team player. She’s the rebel of the group, preferring to do what she wants instead of following orders. This gets her in trouble a lot, and she’s got her share of smudges on her police record.

The thing about Sierra is that she’s got potential but doesn’t use any of it. She’s had a really rough life, her dad being an alcoholic and her mother trying to pay the bills by selling herself as a prostitute. But instead of using the challenges in her life as motivation, Sierra uses them as excuses to pretty much be a professional detriment to society. She’s an alcoholic just like her father and she has “experimented” several times with a lot of different drugs. Perhaps one day something or someone will show Sierra that she can be more than she has become.

Sierra’s favorite thing in the world is cars. Ever since she was little, she’s been a huge racing enthusiast (call her a fucking redneck; I dare you) and she’s always wanted to be a racecar driver. She’s an excellent driver especially if you want to get somewhere the fastest and most illegal way you can, and she’s mastered the art of drift racing. Her goal in life is to be a professional stunt driver, though she hasn’t exactly mastered this career considering that she keeps ending up in jail. Sierra’s strongly feminist. The best way to piss her off is to tell an anti-women's rights joke. She’s a big fan of spicy mexican food, female rock bands (like Halestorm and Paramore), and animes (but call her a weeaboo and you’ll find yourself in the ICU).

And yes, since your dirty minds have been thinking this the entire time, she does like it fast.

HISTORY: Sierra was born in San Francisco, California, but she didn’t stay there long. Her father was a naval helicopter pilot who worked on an aircraft carrier, and her mother stayed at home, taking care of both Sierra and her older brother Allen. Over the course of her childhood, Sierra moved from San Francisco to Houston to Virginia Beach to Patuneux. When Sierra was ten, her father was off in the Middle East flying marines into Iraq when his helicopter was shot down. He crashed in the desert and stayed their for several days, going in and out of consciousness for that time. He sustained severe physical scars, but the mental ones were worse. He was honorably discharged from the military upon his return, where he became an abusive drunk. He began to becomes abusive towards his family, beating Sierra’s mother and breaking Allen’s jaw. He was found out by police, and testified guilty by means of insanity in court. He was sent to a mental rehabilitation center where he stayed for several years, getting treatment for his alcoholism as well as his PTSD. Sierra’s mother divorced him while he was there and over the course of the next few years, she became a heroin addict.

When Sierra was fourteen, her brother and mom got in a huge fight which led to Allen leaving. He travelled back west and Sierra hasn’t seen him since. Throughout her high school career, it was obvious that Sierra had some problems. She was suspended several times from school for getting into fights and, like her father, became an alcoholic. At age sixteen, she got her first DUI. Her mother was furious with her, but Sierra didn’t care. She lost all respect for her mother after “the men” started coming in. At first Sierra thought that her mother was trying to move on, but after a while it became obvious that there were too many men coming in the house for this to just be dating around. Sierra’s mother had resorted to prostitution to pay the bills.

As soon as she turned eighteen, Sierra ran away. She moved to Baltimore (the family was in Norfolk at the time) where she worked as a bartender to pay her bills. She kept telling herself that she’d never become like her parents, but as she sank deeper into alcoholism it became obvious that it was going to be an uphill battle.

Then she met Frank. Frank was a man about Sierra’ age who, like her, had a great interest in racing and cars. He was a fairly moral and self-sufficient guy, a political affairs major at University of Baltimore with a bright career path in front of him. Though they couldn’t be more different, Sierra saw something she liked in him and they began dating. They moved in together, renting an apartment near Frank’s school, and together they bought Sierra’s first car, a 2012 Corvette Stingray, which at that point was kind of a junker car, caught in that rift of antiquism where it wasn’t old enough to be “vintage”, like a nineties car. With his help, Sierra quit drinking and had her life back on the right track. She began using the car in amateur racing competitions, where she began to make a good bit of money. At age 22, Sierra Alvarez married Frank Williams. The marriage, however, was short-lived, as soon after the “accident” happened.

Sierra was driving in a drift-race when for some reason, her brakes refused to work. She began to accelerate uncontrollably and crashed into the car in front of her, causing a massive car accident. Sierra woke up two months later with one arm and an one ear. Luckily, she had a good bit of money saved up, and her and Frank were able to purchase advanced prosthetics to fix her. Even with a new arm, Sierra was never the same again. She returned to drinking and not long later divorced Frank. Her condition with her arm disqualified her from racing, and so she decided to prove herself by doing less legal races. She was arrested in 2032 for a DUI, resisting arrest, and drug possession. She was sentenced to eight months in prison and got two months extra for a fight. She tried to clean up her act with a therapist, but it wasn’t long after that she got arrested again for shoplifting. When the dreams began, she was on parole.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL: Sierra’s a slightly taller-than-average girl, standing at 5’9” and weighing 145 lbs. She is fairly muscular, with toned arms, legs, and abs, meaning that if asked “do you even lift” Sierra would respond “yes, yes I do.” While she’s not particularly gifted with feminine charm in the social or physical form, many people find Sierra’s body to be attractive because of the way she carries herself, with her head held high and her well-define hips jaunting back and forth like the hindquarters of a cat. She moves somewhat gracefully, her body rippling almost sexually when she moves, from her legs to her arm-
  
  Oh yeah, I should probably mention that Sierra only has one real arm. Sierra’s right arm from the shoulder down is completely artificial, and thanks to modern medical technologies, moves roughly like a normal arm. The arm is robotic and consists of a black sleeve with an armor-like plate on the shoulder and a silver stripe going down to her hand. The arm makes a quiet robotic whirring sound when she moves it.
  
  Sierra is half-asian and half-caucasian, and so her skin is a very light coppery color. She has a roughly heart-shaped face and deep-set, almond-shaped eyes which are blue in color. Sierra’s hair is kept in a short Asian mullet, similar to the hair of the Final Fantasy character Lightning (Sierra was an anime nerd when she was younger, so this is intentional). Her hair is light brown with dark red highlights. Her hair generally covers her ears, so they are rarely seen. Sierra’s left ear is a slightly different skin tone than the rest of her face and has scars around it from where the skin graft was placed. She has a thin, rounded nose; occasionally, she wears a small stud in the right side of her nose. Her lips are full and a light pink in color, though she usually wears red lipstick. There is a thin scar running across the underside of the left side of her jawline. Sierra almost always has a very cocky smile on her face. Her teeth are very well taken care of. If one were to look closely, they would see that all of the molars on the bottom right side of Sierra’s mouth are fake, though this is hard to tell.
• IN-ZONE: When in Nexus-mode, Sierra appears physically just as she does in real life, though her irises turn dark orange and red, like a fire. She dresses like she does in real life in this form, wearing black leather pants, a rock band tee shirt, and a black leather jacket. A pocket of the jacket contains a lighter and a box of strange cylindrical objects which Sierra realized are cigarettes. She generally has about ten cigarettes in her pocket every time she enters the Nexus. Sierra’s arm in this world is much more primitive looking, and is somewhat steampunk in nature, with pistons sticking out of the top and gears inside. It is bronze in color and clanks loudly when she moves it.
  
  In REM form, Sierra looks much more terrifying. Her hair turns pitch black and oily, and her eyes turn pure black like the eyes of a demon. Her fingernails turn black as well, and she exhales a thick black smoke when she breathes. The arm stays the same, though the metallic whirring becomes louder. Her voice is modified in REM form to sound deeper and more sinister.

POWERS
NEXUS: Sierra has the power to control and emit smog. The official definition of smog is “fog or haze combined with smoke and other atmospheric pollutants.” but in Sierra’s case, this is manifested as a thick black smog which is harmful to the lungs, capable of causing serious respiratory problems if breathed in too much. The smog has a consistency similar to gaseous ink, making it heavy and hard to breathe in. Breathing in the smog too much can cause hallucinations and lung scarring. The smog is slightly heavier than oxygen and so it settles towards the ground when released, making it quite dangerous. Sierra doesn’t seem to have a limit of how much smog she can produce, but exhaling too much of it makes her dehydrate and causes her to become extremely dizzy. Sierra herself is immune to the respiratory problems caused by her smog, but she cannot protect others from it, making her easily capable of causing collateral damage. Also, while Sierra can propel the smog in a certain direction, she cannot control its diffusion.

Sierra’s smog has the secondary effect of leaving a sticky black film on all non-biological surfaces. This film is an oil-like residue which is black in coloration. Sierra has the ability to manipulate this film in order to use it as a weapon, though it isn’t overly strong and she cannot make complex shapes with it. Sierra’s arm is slightly stronger than a human arm, allowing her to throw powerful punches.

REM: Sierra’s smog in this form becomes significantly more powerful, and she also becomes able to manipulate/generate sludge. Sludge is, in general, an oily residue usually generated by industrial processes. Sierra has the ability to generate this sludge and change its forms, allowing her to construct vicious monsters made of thick black sludge. The monsters are for all intents and purposes, mindless, and share Sierra’s aggressive nature. She has the ability to control the sludge golems, but she’s not particularly skilled in it since she oftentimes becomes afraid of them. The sludge golems are extremely strong, comparable in strength to a chimpanzee, and are capable of snapping bones and tearing skin. The sludge golems fear fire, but when set ablaze become much more dangerous. They can be damaged just like a human can and are capable of dying, but do not feel pain unless burned. Sierra doesn’t have to just create golems of her sludge. She can also create weapons of sludge and can move quickly by riding on a wave of it. The sludge smells terrible and is poisonous just like the smog, so contact with any kind of open wound will cause a serious infection. Sierra’s smog in the REM form is much more dangerous, capable of causing severe respiratory damage reminiscent of hydrogen cyanide, causing lung scarring, extreme vertigo, seizures, apnea (loss of mechanical breathing) and cardiac arrest. A few breaths of the smog can easily kill anything with lungs. While Sierra’s smog is exponentially more powerful in this form, she can also control its diffusion to a degree, lessening the possibility of collateral damage. Extremely high levels of hydroxycobalamin (vitamin B12) can cure the poisoning, though it must be administered almost immediately in order to prevent death. When Sierra kills an opponent in REM form, their body quickly turns into a black dust or smoke, which she inhales. This makes her stronger over time (like Henry’s consuming enemies to get stronger).

OTHER: Themesong

NAME: Ursula Elwyn
AGE: 22.
GENDER: Female.
ZONE: One.

PERSONALITY: Ursula is very much one to keep to herself. She speaks freely, but does not form attachment as readily. At her core she is a ponderous, deliberate creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal very poignantly that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'ditzy' or 'klutzy' would be completely wrong, as she is actually quite intelligent and aware. A more accurate term would be 'space cadet', as most of her thoughts, which she frequently voices, tend to be outlandish and spring from outright fantasy at times, but given the recent developments it isn't hard to see what could possibly be spawning them. She usually gives people the benefit of the doubt, but holds a grudge like no one else. Crossing her once earns a heavy sentence in her book, to be exacted whenever is convenient to her. She seems to have a near-irresistible urge to sing, whistle or hum very frequently.

HISTORY: Ursula grew up in a disappointingly average family, two younger brothers along with her mother and father made five, and five they have remained for a number of years. Ursula was the kid with the headgear, the braces, the back brace. You name it, she had the works, and looked more like a very sad-looking set of building scaffolds than a kid for a while. Regardless, she and her family lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, in a nice house in a middle-class neighborhood, within a cul-de-sac that she could frequently be found having a great time with the other kids from the street and streets over. They would travel around in droves of 10-15, making local corner stores richer and dominating parks and playgrounds. It was there that she learned to skate and play the harmonica. Her childhood life was rather uneventful, though she definitely has a few stories to tell about it. Like how Bobby Dewitt once tried to eat a handful of worms, or how Morita Torres accidentally lit her quinceañera dress on fire two days before the actual event.

There is one event, however, that she never tells anyone about. No matter how much she is pushed and probed, she never mentions anything or speaks any ill will about Daria Jameson. Her best friend for years, they were inseparable like twins and just as terribly protective of each other. They would skate together, sing together, and play music for their families at birthdays and on holidays. Daria was the one that taught her guitar, learned Spanish with her and showed her how to do a kickflip. She was always there for her when she needed some kind words, when the other kids would tease her for her headgear. Daria was the one that stuck by her through everything, and drove her to pursue what she wanted for herself. School and everything else was uneventful as well, as Ursula and Daria leaned towards musical and culinary pursuits. Eventually, around the time of the Sophomore year, Ursula grew into a very attractive young woman, having her corrective braces removed.

Then came the end of high-school, and the beginning of tertiary education life. Ursula had secured a scholarship with her work, to the Texas Culinary Academy. As long as she's been able to work the oven and the stove, she's always wanted to open her own restaurant or bakery. The sad thing is that meant moving over a state and leaving everything behind. Many of the other kids hand the same problem, and as a result, they decided to have one last little hangout for old times sake. It was a noticeably tame gathering, no booze or drugs. Just plain old fun like always. As the hangout drew long into the hours of the night, Ursula felt it would do her good to take a walk through the moonlight to reflect. That is when Daria ambushed her. She spoke at a mile a minute, about how she was scared to see her go and how she didn't want to drift apart. Ursula did all she could to ease her worries, but there was only so much she could say. The girl who taught her and helped her learn so much was breaking down into tears in front of her.

Then she kissed her. To say that Ursula was struck dumb would be an understatement. Stutters and squeaks were all that she could manage as Daria apologised for her mistake and took off into the night. It took a while before Ursula realised that Daria had run off into the dark, away from the neighborhood and into the wild. She alerted all the people she could, the police even got called. Search teams went out, but didn't come back with Daria.

Weeks later, as Ursula was getting ready to begin the move to her dorm in Texas, reports arrived that they had found Daria. Or rather, they had found her body. In her panic, she had run out into the dark and fallen over the gnarled roots of a tree into a small ravine. She broke her neck in the fall and was covered by the earth at the edge of the ravine that she had disturbed, covering her and hiding her from the search parties. Ursula moved away with Daria's death on her conscience, and tried as well as she could to move on after the funeral. The sight of her weeping, panicked face still haunts her to this day.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL: Ursula is a girl of pale, smooth complexion, with skin riddled by freckles from her forehead all the way down to her feet. She stands at around 5'6". Her curly, wild hair is auburn and her large doe eyes are a pale hazel. Her face is an oval shape, she has full cheeks complete with some sweet dimples when she smiles, her button nose has a slight hump to it and her lips are full and soft. Her figure is one that her skinny, weedy former self would have only dreamed of. It is easy to see that she maintains a certain level of fitness through running or yoga, with a pear shaped physique, her hips flaring out in smooth curves and flowing into long legs. With an ample chest and a killer smile, she is used to receiving compliments, but tends to hide beneath baggier clothing. She wears a simple pair of black rimmed glasses at all times.
• IN-ZONE:
  
  Similar to this, but with less skin showing as said in the description below. [+]

  
  When in the Nexus, Ursula's clothing is always discarded and exchanged for tight wrappings of brown and grey fabrics, looking like a cross between a monk's robe and a high fashion dress. It is cut short, just above the knee, leaving a little bit of skin before her knee-high shin-guards can be seen above her bare feet. The clothing is tightly bound and shows off her figure in all its glory. Her head is covered by a wrapping of cloth, only allowing a few locks to show through. Dust, dirt and sand seem to swirl around her in barely noticeable quantities when she is in the Zone. Another notable feature is that her skin gains long, angular markings much like a bismuth mineral pattern, from her neck to her stomach and partially on her legs.
  
  In REM, her skin takes on a color and shine similar to that of polished pearls, a flawless golden, impossibly smooth sheen. Her hair goes from being full auburn curls to a cold mane of waist-length silver, looking more like striated mercury than hair. Her features become more angular and her robes become more elaborate and elegant, covering her skin entirely and taking on an angular aesthetic. The collar rises high, almost up to her ears, and all remnants of flowing fabric are removed. From her shoulder-blades emerge craggy, symmetrical outcrops of rock, shooting out and up behind her, around 30 centimeters at a 45 degree angle. The only parts of her skin besides her face and hands that are uncovered by the brown and grey clothing are her feet.

POWERS

• NEXUS: As if by some cruel twist of fate, in her dreams, Ursula is able to move gravel, soil and stone with a thought and a flex of her muscles in the form of Geokinesis. This requires that she be in close proximity to some sort of earthen material, but she can make dirt and rocks leap up to 20 meters if she truly concentrates. She can compact, loosen, move through, shape and manipulate the earth in ways that suit her best given her situation at the time.
• REM: When in REM, Ursula's power shifts to be able to manipulate metals and alloys as if they were soldiers bending to her whim. Her control over the earth ramps up to great levels, being able to cause small tremors and draw from deeper down to volcanise the earth she summons with enough training, turning sand to glass and bringing up small spout of magma to use as ammunition when it becomes obsidian. When in REM, metal and earth will sometimes seem to jump reflexively to protect and react to threats around her, but this might just be Ursula's imagination.

OTHER: Can play guitar, harmonica, cook well, speak Spanish and skateboard.

NAME: Tyler Franklin Sawyer
AGE: 37.
GENDER: Male.
ZONE: Three.

PERSONALITY:
Quiet, reserved, pensive and ever-suspecting of those around him. Fair to say that Tyler is not a happy chap. He is slow to trust, and slower to act for other's benefit. He looks out for number one, but prefers to screw over as few people as he can to get what he needs. His manner of speech can be detached sometimes, broken up by inner monologue seeping out occasionally, he prefers speaking only as is necessary and making sure he is heard when he chooses to speak. To label him as unstable would be unwise, if anything he is just extremely savvy about danger and potential threats to his safety.

HISTORY:
62 counts of burglary, 35 counts of embezzlement, 11 armed robberies, a failed marriage, a loving daughter and a string of corporate plays have landed Tyler where he is today. He spent most of his life split between walking through the unending politics of the corporate world and moonlighting a life of crime, living off of both the money he earned from illicit deals and shady acts, as well as the money from his corporate position. The first of his marriages failed to the discovery of his dishonest life and a salacious affair on the part of his ex-wife, after which his ex-wife moved on and left him with their 6 year old child, Sabrina, and nothing else to his name.

With nothing left to put his mind to, after losing his job, his home and his security to a corporate play motivated by greed, Tyler turned completely to a life of crime and focused on keeping his daughter happy, fed and in school. Theft, drug deals, breaking and entering, armed robbery, Tyler has done most all of it. Living in a small apartment in the bad part of town made it nearly too easy to find work that he was good at, and what he was good at was illegal acts. For the most part, he lived a good life with his daughter. He walked her to school and back, took her to the park, to the carnival, to all the places she asked. All to see her smile.

When his ex-wife returned with lawyers in tow, intent on taking custody of Sabrina and finally leaving him with nothing else. The straw that broke the camel's back, one could say, as the conviction he received for her murder was more than evidence enough that he had been pushed past his limit. Tyler was given a life sentence, and his daughter was sent to live with her uncle. Though she misses her father, they still speak through letters and he still sends his brother the money to keep her fed and happy.

The time he spent in prison that wasn't either writing letters, working out or working in the laundry rooms, he spent immersed in his dreams. Traversing the endless bleak tunnels and spartan surroundings, content to find an escape in which to just wander. There were even moments that he enjoyed being incarcerated.

But that all changed when an Abomination bled through. Within the prison. Some of the staff and prisoners used the opportunity to escape, others perished in the Abomination's wake. Not Tyler. When the debris and rubble came down, it came down around his cell and sealed him in like a hamster in a can. For two weeks, he listened to the gunfire outside, drinking out of his cell's basin and eating whatever rodent's came his way. It took two weeks for a search team to pick through the rubble and find him, wasting away in his cell like a pharaoh in their burial tomb. By that time he was too weak to even speak, far too weak to see where he was being taken.

He just wants to see his daughter again.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL:
  Tyler is a rather slender man, lean and nearly 6' tall with a distinctively square head and a lantern jaw. Some would call him a walking skeleton, as his general physique borders on emaciated. His ribs can be easily seen when he is shirtless, and his shoulders stick out like the mantle of a cape. His hair is black and wild, like the classic image of a mad professor, it seems to stand on end, making him look a tad more detached from his surroundings. His skin is golden brown from many hours spent in the yard of the prison. He has green eyes and crooked nose. His lips are thin and frequently pulled into a grimace, and his brow is heavy with a set of square eyebrows, making him look like a very morose man. His body is decorated by various nicks and scars revealing little about his life in the joint.
• IN-ZONE:
  When in The Nexus he appears as a gangly, emaciated skeletal visage of a man. His skin is stretched over his bones, leathery and tough. The leathery texture is interrupted by horrible, sickly green bulbs like great boils upon his wrists, shoulders and neck. All uniform and symmetrical in their formation. His hands deform to have two large fingers in the place of the normal 4 and two thumbs, one on each side of his palm and the palms themselves possess openings from which his repugnant liquids leak from. The skin looks as if it has been surgically removed from his mandible, maxilla, nares and part of his throat. The cartilage of his nose has been removed completely. His teeth are sharp, like a mouth full of canines and he stares out at the work through glazed, whitish-green eyes.
  
  As for mechanical additions, his normal legs seem to have been replaced with bionic variants, as he now stands digitigrade like a steel satyr, rust can be seen where the legs join to his pelvis and near the joints, causing it to squeak constantly. Each foot has three major toes. His arms look as if they are devoid of muscle, slimming down into gnarled, wicked claws. He usually sticks to wearing hooded, concealing clothing, shredded pants and a bandanna tied around his face to hide the skinless horror beneath. In this form he speaks with the voice of a man who has been smoking his whole life, much like in real life.
• REM:
  In REM, however, Tyler appears as a very different beast altogether. His skin is still the same stretched, leathery texture as before, but now it seems to crawl as caustic fluid surges audibly beneath. The putrid boil-bulbs have hence retreated from his neck and wrists, sitting further up his arms in hardened clusters of sickening green like great gangerous scabs. His arms have changed from skeletal claws to thick, club-like appendages, covered in congealed pus starting at the elbow and ending in the same four-fingered claws. Nauseating green residue seeps constantly from the mouth-like openings upon his massive palms, searing the ground as it drips and sending wisps of noxious fumes in his wake.
  
  The two most terrifying features of his new body appear in REM. One of which is his new mouth. All that lies above his shoulders is a bald head devoid of a nose or mouth, skin stretched tight over what COULD have been a maw once. Instead of having a mouth on his face, his new mouth is lower and starts from where his collar bone SHOULD be, trailing down in a fissure over his ribcage before ending where his bellybutton should be. When closed, is just looks as if he has a large scar from his throat to his stomach, but when open it is a maw of horrific, gnashing teeth of both human and animal origin. His robotic lower half exchanges two digitigrade legs for eight rusty metal arachnoid legs that screech and scream when he moves, complete with a thorax and abdomen, each about the size of a normal human torso, made of steel where his organs are contained. The abdomen extends into a thick, stinger tipped tail. He wears hooded, shredded rags upon his upper half and speaks in a voice that hisses and drones in an odd fashion.

POWERS

• NEXUS:
  The bulbs that rise from Tyler's skin are not for show, they house the terrible tools with which he does his work. He possesses the ability to shoot short sprays of the poison that courses through his body from specialized glands upon his palms. This liquid is able to be absorbed through skin but is most effective when it comes into contact with exposed inner tissue eg. eyes, nose, mouth, open wounds. The poison is not particularly potent, only being able to cause nausea, disorientation and dull pain if it comes into contact with eyes, nose or is ingested. The acid he is able to spit in the form of corrosive saliva is only mildly irritating should it come into contact with skin, causing inflammation and mild discomfort. Should the acid touch more sensitive parts, the effect can be worse but not life-threateningly so. He has a limited supply of poison and acid to do around, and must wait or back off occasionally to generate more instead of merely relying on his claws and hand-to-hand skills.
  
  The mechanized lower half of Tyler's body also permits him to jump higher and run faster than the average person, if only slightly. With the triad of large, gripping toes he is able to cling better to surfaces and potentially climb vertical surfaces with greater ease. However, his legs do tend to lock up sometimes due to rust and wear.
• REM:
  In REM, Tyler's abilities become deadlier than before. His ability to fire short sprays of poisonous mist from his palms increases to being able to spray the liquid over longer distances in high-pressure bursts, giving them both range and slight kinetic impact. The poison is also more potent, taking on properties of a neuro-toxin by ways of being able to cause stiffness in limbs, severe nausea, vomiting, faintness, headaches, severe disorientation and acute pains. Tyler's saliva becomes more caustic, able to sear skin and flesh if left to sit for a moment too long. He now fires it from his new mouth, from a gland hidden behind the 'lips' at his throat. The acid can cause blindness if it gets in the eyes, and suffocation if it gets in the airways. From his thoracic mouth, he is able to regurgitate a thick bile, it is not able to be propelled very far at all and is mainly used for breaking food down to feed upon. This bile is also acidic, but to a much greater extent, able to melt metals and concrete if given enough time.
  
  His arachnoid lower half improves his mobility by ways of increasing his climbing skills from scaling vertical surfaces quicker to being able to stalk the various pipes and hallways of Zone 3 from an inverted point of view. As in from the ceiling. The legs do tend to lock up more than in the Nexus, and screech loudly at times. This can lead to him being immobilized for longer stretches of time than in the Nexus.

NAME: Jazz Berdeen
AGE: 19
GENDER:Female
ZONE: 2

PERSONALITY: Jazz is very quiet, collected, calm most of the time. She doesn't do anything irrational and thinks things through before she actually gets them done. She hates when people do things just off the win. She is very logical and does not like to go on impulse. She trusts her brain more than her gut or heart, which sometimes makes her a very monotone, blunt person. Once she gets to know a person, her better side comes out. She loves writing, singing, dancing, and anything that has to do with the arts.

HISTORY: She doesn't seem to talk about it much. All people really know is that she used to have a very large family and now it seems that she is all by herself. All she tells people is that there "was an accident in the lab where her father worked and now I'm by myself".

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL: Jazz is very tall for her age. She stands at about 5' 11" (she'll claim 6') and she is very slender, most of it begin muscle. She has very long black hair, going almost all the way down to her lower back and she has small hands and feet. She was a volleyball player earlier in her life, so she has larger thighs. She has very long arms due to swimming. She is very tan, due to surfing. She is the pure image of being a sporty girl. This is the closest image to her Jazz
• IN-ZONE: In both REM and Nexus, Jazz is very, very distinctly avian like. She has large, black wings protruding from her back and her hair turns to feathers. In Nexus, Jazz has her bird eyes and her hair of feathers and her wings, but she really does not have anything else. She grows only a few feet taller, not as a big as some others. Her nails only start coming on at the time, so she looks like a human-bird hybrid with extremely long, sharp fingernails.
  In REM, she isn't much bigger than in Nexus. She stands at about eight feet tall and has almost a fifty foot wingspan. Her talons have fully come in on her nails and most of the back over her body is covered in feathers to help her fly. The feathers manipulate to cover her frontal regions(ones that don't want to be exposed), but they leave her collar bone and most of her legs exposed. She does not have a beak, but her eyes are now like bird eyes, allowing her to see farther away than normal and she has sharp, smaller teeth in her mouth than she did. She has armor that comes over her breasts and upper stomach and her bottom down to her knees. She also has a helmet that resembles a bird head.

POWERS

• NEXUS: In Nexus, she is not as fast as she normally is in REM form and she can't fly. Her eyesight is not as good in Nexus form, but she can still pack one heck of a punch. Because her talons are only partially out, they do not have poison on them as they do in REM form, but she can still cut people with them.
• REM: In REM form, she can fly as fast and almost as far as she wants to. She does need to rest every once in awhile though. Her talons, now fully formed, have a poison on them that if deposited into an open wound created by her talons, the creature will die almost immediately unless help is given immediately, to which she really only knows the cure for it. She is faster, both in the air and on the ground, in her REM form and she is very strong. She has light bones, which allows her to maneuver easier in the air and on the ground. She has the sight of a hawk in REM.

OTHER: She tends to keep a lot of secrets to herself.

NAME: Cara Varnham
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
ZONE: 3

PERSONALITY: Coming from a militaristic background, as you can imagine, Cara has a strictly no-bullshit personality. She has little tolerance for idiocy or foolishness, although she will readily come to assistance in the time of need. She enjoys working with machinery and the likes, and is incredibly well versed on the inner workings of most machines. Cara tends to be somewhat lax around her closest friends. Although on occasion, her sanity tends to be questionable.

HISTORY: Cara Varnham lived a fairly normal life. She grew up in Colorado, in a family with a long miltary history. She ended up being a bit of a child prodigy in school, and she was introduced to machinery at an early age, taking a vivid interest in it. Throughout school Cara was never hugely popular, although she always had a small group of friends she enjoyed being around. During high school, she offered to work on classmate’s vehicles for a lower price to pay for her college tuition.

However, at the age of 19, Cara was involved with a serious car accident. Her vehicle was T-boned at an intersection due to a drunk driver. She was hospitalized with a broken leg, and various lacerations on her left side and face, leaving her blind in her left eye. After recovering, Cara began suffering from various nightmares. She currently lives in an apartment in Boulder, working as a mechanic while meeting with a psychiatrist once a week.

APPEARANCE

• PHYSICAL: Cara sports a tall, slim figure, although deceptively strong for her size, with dark brown eyes and long, tangerine colored hair that goes down to her midsection. While her hair typically covers it, if you happen to see her left eye, you will find that it is white and milky, and she cannot see through it. She has slightly tanned white skin with scars on her left side, as well as a slim waist and a noticeable bust.
• IN-ZONE: When in the Zone, Cara’s nexus appearance, from a distance, does not look different from her own self outside of the Zone. However, upon closer inspection, one will find an ethereal white mist coming from her left eye. When in her Nexus form Cara is seen wearing a basic hoodie and jeans combo. However, in her REM form, Cara’s appearance differs far from her normal form. The entire left side of her body is mechanical, while she is able to manipulate the form of her left arm. The mist from her left eye is far stronger now, with various glowing white lines advancing from it on her skin. She still wears the same hoodie and jeans combo from her nexus form, however when it reaches the left side of her body it is torn up in various places.

POWERS

• NEXUS: When in her nexus form, Cara is able to manipulate her own blood as a weapon. This means, the more she becomes injured, and the more she bleeds, the more power Cara has to work with in her Nexus form. She can use her blood to perform kinetic based attacks, peircing based attacks, or defensive measures such as a shield.
• REM: When in her REM form, Cara is capable of morphing her left arm mechanically. This allows her to do various things such as create walls, shields, traps, and more. Her ability to manipulate her own blood is more powerful as well, allowing her to perform something as simple as ensnaring her enemies, or a sort of surfboard for her to ride on.

OTHER: Nothing significant.

NAME: Nigel McGallet
AGE: 20
GENDER: M
ZONE: 2

PERSONALITY: Nigel was born into money and social status, so he feels that everyone owes him something. He always feels he is above everyone else and despises anyone who proves otherwise. Snarky and manipulative, he feels that he must always have some sort of advantage, even over his allies. He is cunning and can even be seen as dangerous in his worst of moods, which he can fall into fairly quickly. Despite his attitude, he has good intentions and morals.

HISTORY: Born into a powerful and wealthy family, Nigel grew up with the pressure and expectations of his father as well as the spoilt attitude from his mother. He was good at most skills stereotypically learnt by upper class individuals. He learnt how to play a piano, write poetry, assembling and disassembling computers as well as other skills associated with the upper class.
Growing up, he always had aspirations of accumulating his own wealth and find his place in history outside of his family’s name. He thought about becoming an entrepreneur, he carries around a note pad and sketches any idea or invention that pops into his head. At the age of 16, he was set on the idea of an AI he was working on, but after countless glitches and scrapped data it seemed it would never see the light of day.
By working towards his goal, Nigel always tried to help the world, even if his attitude and actions sometimes dictate otherwise. Then the dreams started, a vast world containing pure nature and beasts. This gave Nigel the idea to write his dreams in a journal, the aim being to sell this to the media and make the biggest splash he ever would. His hopes were dashed the night he was taken.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL:
• IN-ZONE:
  Nexus [+]

  
  
  
  REM [+]

  

POWERS

• NEXUS: Due to his wings, Nigel can fly at a decent speed as well as use his wings as a shield. His wings, however, can tire easily making them useless after being exerted and, as a shield, only minimalize any injuries he might sustain. As a biological mutation, his hands have turned into claws with sharpened nails. His nails could easily break through Iron but not more tough materials like steel. His claws regenerate slowly if they break off.
• REM: Nigel is fully demon in this form meaning his skin is tougher and his wings are near indestructible. His wings also become much more effective and he can fly without tiring. In his demon form, he can breathe fire which can scorch any enemies within a 1m radius. His nails are also stronger, longer and regenerate within seconds, making close quarter combat dangerous.

Note: for (1), (2), and the like, check Other section.

NAME: Kayla Kirby
AGE: 16
GENDER: F
ZONE: 1

PERSONALITY:
Many people in Kayla’s physical situation would grow resentful of their size, and act like a nasty, hostile little tsundere chihuahua. Kayla, however, embraces it wholeheartedly.
Kayla is the modern definition of cute. No matter which way you turn it and flip it around, every part of her is as endearing as can be. Clumsy? Check. Tiny? Check. Scares easily? Check- And many more. At one
point, it was as fake as it sounds, but as the old saying goes, wear a mask too long, it gets stuck to your face. Kayla doesn’t just act the way she does- she thinks that way too.

On the other hand, Kayla can also be whiny, cowardly, lazy, shallow, and slow, especially if things aren’t going as she wants them to. Some people can find her insufferable to be around(likely due to her seemingly infinite optimism and inability to see things seriously at times), but quite a few others just want to hug her.

As for a more brief description of her personality, Kayla is friendly, easily scared, and meets trouble with either running away or a great deal of confidence, purely determined by what the trouble is and how scared she is of it. She’ll usually meet anyone that isn’t covered in tattoos or piercings with a smile, an energetic introduction, and a vigorous handshake and/or hug. Anyone she determines as a scary person, she’ll avoid meeting at all. Kayla is a good, dependable friend(if you can put up with her), and her loyalty to a real friend will outweigh any fear she has.

HISTORY:
Kayla was a lonely child. Still is, really. She grew up as the only child in a household of two businesspeople, both of whom were moderately wealthy, but exceedingly busy. While it could not be denied that both of them loved her very much, neither of them had the time to really be a proper parent and spend time with her, at least not often. Not only this, but they also made the decision to, instead of sending Kayla off to the, well, frankly absolutely awful elementary schools, keep her at home, and teach her through a combination of homeschooling(via an AI instructor), virtual classrooms, and tutors. While this certainly kept her safe from the disgusting language and pedophile teachers of the public schools, it also prevented her from having any sort of interaction with fellow students. This was both a blessing and a curse, and as a result, Kayla grew up wishing for, but never having any interaction with, friends.

When it came time to switch from the elementary school programs to the middle school ones, Kayla begged her parents to let her go to a real school, and learn alongside real classmates, rather than the virtual ones that she couldn’t even talk to. Eventually, they gave in, and arranged for her to go to a private boarding school, Death Lake Academy(2).

However, things at Death Lake didn’t quite go as planned. Instead of finding good friends and having fun with them, as Kayla had long fantasized about, Kayla learned exactly how hard it is to make friends if you’ve never had any to begin with. Rather than the awesome, fun experience that the holo-shows had said school was, Kayla had to deal with a great many things she’d never experienced before, and not in a good way. Kayla had to deal with teachers that wouldn’t help her if she didn’t understand the lesson, uniforms, boys, sharing a room, and worst of all, Janice.

Janice, for whatever reason, took it upon herself to make Kayla’s life as miserable as she possibly could. Be it “pranks” intentionally designed to be as humiliating as possible, teasing, cutting all of Kayla’s hair on her left side when she was sleeping, or just outright traditional verbal bullying, Janice was the bane of Kayla’s well being.

Fortunately, Kayla only had to deal with Janice for one year, despite Janice’s tying her to the dumpster at the back of the school on the last day.

During that summer, Kayla was able to convince her parents to send her off to a different school. This time, Kayla was sent to Top of the World Private, a tower school built on Mt Whitney. This time, though, Kayla had a plan. A plan she had been studying, practicing, and researching for all summer. Kayla was going to be cute, Kayla was going to be loved, Kayla was going to be everyone’s favorite person.

And it worked. All the practicing, researching, and time spent on the internet paid itself off. Kayla was gifted with a large circle of friends almost immediately, and breezed through her seventh grade year in what seemed like much, much less time than it took her to get through her sixth. There were a couple of slipups at first, and she made a few enemies, people that felt betrayed by her, along the way, but nobody believed them. Kayla was cute. Everyone loved Kayla. Kayla was(nearly) everyone’s favorite person.

In her eighth grade year, Kayla kept that mask up, and she did it perfectly. There were no slipups, she hadn’t let herself slip near her parents over the summer, and continued practicing, researching, and browsing the internet for what people found cute. Her eighth grade was even easier than her seventh, thanks especially by her newfound proficiency for using the Holosuit to make her clothes look excellent.

By the first year of high school, Kayla’s personality had nearly completely converted to her image. The change, as most personality changes are, was slow, gradual, but seamless and unnoticeable. She still practiced, but she was so good at her charm now that she really didn’t need to. Kayla was 15 now, and her ninth grade classmates(and some of the teachers) fell for her just as easily as her eighth grade ones did. By now, though, Kayla had begun to notice a pattern. She was so well liked at this point that she was practically untouchable. She had friends, yes, but none of them seemed to be as close as other people’s were. Kayla was lonely.

It was hard, now, to resist the temptation to use the power she now wielded, but she avoided it, somehow. Rather than the tyrannical dictatorship that popularity usually brought, Kayla somehow managed an almost utopian organization, at least among the first years. The older students didn’t really care about them that much, and Kayla still found herself victim, as all first years did, to the older students’ whims.

In her second year, however, there was something different. Kayla had been having the most fantastical dreams, in which she was an amazing superhero, with all the power in the world. She flew around, saving shadowy figures that she couldn’t identify from great, fiery beasts that she could swear all had Janice, Markuss, or Rachael’s faces on them. The first time had been confusing, but fun. She had never had this much control over her own dreams, and it felt almost real.

The times after, the charm of them remained, but the confusion did not. She learned the ways of the city, at least, the part of the city that she tried to stay in. It was easy, really, because she could just fly over all of the buildings.
Her sophomore year, her personality was completely that of her image, but her image gained something different. She was sometimes described as dreamy, whereas before, she was always in-the-now. Many rumors circled about the school idol, most of them having something to do with a mysterious boyfriend. However, this only went on for about a month, because after that month, Kayla vanished.

APPEARANCE

• PHYSICAL:
  The first word you would think of if you were to chance upon Kayla, would be small. Everything about her is tiny, from head to toe. She stands at 5’1/2”, and hasn’t grown much since twelve. She, as she was rudely informed many times by obnoxious people, looks like a child. The only thing that really grows is her hair, which she is ever grateful for.
  
  Anyway- Speaking of hair, her hair is elbow-length, wavy blonde hair that is usually either tied into twintails or just let flow behind her. As of recently, she has pink streaks dyed in as well.
  As for her face, she has an almost entirely Korean facial structure, thanks to her mother. She did not, unfortunately, inherit her beautiful body. Kayla is very proud of her face, and puts more work into maintaining and decorating her head than she does anywhere else. She has a pair of pretty, star shaped gold earrings.
  It is worth note that despite Kayla’s Korean features, she is, and always has been American. She has no accent outside of her somewhat unusually endearing way of speaking. Kayla cannot speak a word of Korean, as her mother never taught her.
• IN-ZONE:
  Nexus:
  As she would look in real life, but in a full body, silver scuba(?) suit that covers everything but her head. The suit looks like skintight chainmail, and functions similarly well against blows from sharp edges. Attached to her back is a blue air tank of seemingly infinite oxygen, as well as a diving mask and tube made of a similar material. The mask cannot be removed, but can be talked through. Basically, as she would appear in her MTSCATRNVLEFBEHS®(1), if the Holographic Display was inactive. Plus the whole diving mask and tank business.
  
  REM:
  Kayla’s REM form is a significant deviation from her Nexus form, likely owing to a significant difference in mental state and fighting style. In her Nexus form, as she has(will) discovered, she cannot use the kind of power she is used to, and has to resort to a more reserved, choke-them-to-death-efficiently-no-im-not-scuba-vader style.
  
  Rather than looking like a small slightly sinister silvery scuba sith, Kayla, in her REM form, resembles one of the old “magical girls” from the early twenty first century. This means a pastel pink-and-white vest and skirt, with lots of frills, buttons, and lace. In her REM form, Kayla exudes cuteness even more than she does on planet earth, though if it were socially acceptable to go about cosplaying as a silly something from several decades ago, she totally would. The only thing missing from the whole ensemble is a magic wand, which bothers Kayla immensely. “Shooting magical beams from your hands looks really dumb! Plus, having the super hot gas that close is really scary...”
  
  Oddly enough, despite the scuba suit, tank, and mask not apparently being there, they still seem to supply Kayla with a constant supply of oxygen. If Kayla was the type to ask herself these kinds of questions, she might even come to the bizarre conclusion that the tank is inside of her. Kayla’s never actually taken a hit in this form- she loves putting the range to use and blasting from up above- but if she were to, she would probably take just as much damage as if she was hit in real life, too.

POWERS

• NEXUS:
  Kayla commands Neon. While this would ordinarily be pretty useless, as Neon is very low in atmospheric concentration, Kayla is able to summon it at will, from who knows where, to wherever she wants(within ten meters, anyway). Now, this also sounds pretty useless(outside of bottling and selling the stuff anyway), but she can do things with it that neon normally doesn’t do on its own. Such things involve ionizing it, whacking people with it, shooting magical love beams with it, burning people with it, and sitting on it. Neon is invisible unless ionized, and in her Nexus form, Kayla cannot ionize it. This makes for invisible “force” attacks, if you are so inclined.
• REM:
  On top of her abilities in her Nexus forme, Kayla has more range(to about 24 meters). She can also emit much greater control over more properties of the neon, such as temperature(with reason), color, luminescence, and opacity, whereas in Nexus form she is limited to just momentum and density.
  
  Her increased ease of control over the gasses allows for her to have a lot more fun with how she uses it. This means for fun like “Magic Love Beam♪!”(a jet of ionized pink neon). It also allows for her to float wherever she wants with ease, as though carried on an invisible, soft pillow.

OTHER:
(1)Kayla, to most people’s surprise, is always in her Mizu-Tech Self-Cleaning Auto-Temperature-Regulating Neurovertibrallinked Silver Edition Full Body Enviroholosuit®. This allows her to take appearance of any style of clothes that she wants, and modify them at will. Her parents bought this for her in the summer before 7th grade, when Kayla was thirteen. Their stated reason for this was so that she could dress however she wanted to, but in reality, this was just because they couldn’t spare the time to accompany Kayla to the various clothing stores she was begging to visit, and instead chose an easy alternative.

(2)Interestingly enough, Death Lake Academy is actually a very nice, highly rated school. The reason for the somewhat unfortunate name was that it was built next to Death Lake(previously known as Death Valley, filled up during California’s Great Flooding of 2022), California, and the founder was a simplistic man.

Kayla’s birthday is September 12th, 2018.
Kayla’s favorite color is, predictably, pastel pink.