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Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. - Leo Tolstoy
Name: Dr. Donald Sylvian - Goes by his surname.
Age: 25
Alignment: Neutral 
Mutant/Human Bias?  N 
Lawful/Chaotic Bias? N/L
Good/Evil Bias? G
Appearance: 
Sylvian has a slim build, with some muscle, but not enough to be noticeable with his shirt on. He stands at about 5 foot 11 without shoes on, a height that rises with his signature hat. His eyes are a deep brown, almost matching the dark black of his hair and eyebrows. 
Personality:
Sylvian is not your conventional hero to say the least. He's rather narcissistic and cares greatly for his own appearance and how others view him. A small comment about his appearance meant in good will can send him staring into the mirror for days on end while he tries to perfect his look once more. Along with this, he never really wanted to be a hero, he much preferred his life as a ship doctor. He was pretty much bullied into being a hero by his wife, and only continues this tradition because he believes it's what she would have wanted. Furthermore, this also shows his tendency to not let go of the past. He has not been able to let go of his wife's memory and start dating again, even though he's completely over her death in the emotional sense.

This could also be viewed as a sort of good thing though. Without his wife's memory egging him on for the first few years, he would never have become the person he is today. Before he was cold, callous and stoic, only showing kindness to his friends and family. Now this kindness has come through more than ever, and he is a 'conventional' hero more than ever these days. 
Backstory: 
Sylvian was born in Strasbourg, France and lived there until about the age of 4, when his family moved back to their native country of Germany and their hometown of Offenburg. Sylvian's father was completely German, while his mother was half French and half Welsh, resulting in an amalgamation of languages being learned by Sylvian at a young age. Furthermore, this also affected his accent somewhat, especially when speaking English. He grew to speak the language in a rather polite English tone, with hints of German and French tones on some words, specifically ones beginning with 'h', which he stresses the letter more on due to the French part of his upbringing.

Throughout his life he had been pressured into the medical field. His father came from a long line of doctors, with his brother being seen as somewhat of a failure for joining the navy. Despite his constant pressuring, Sylvian was much more attracted to the naval life of his uncle than to that of medicine. However, he of course also did not want to disappoint his father, and realized as he grew older that his life rested in the profession of a naval doctor.

Of course, with a work ethic as solid as his he achieved this goal with a strange amount of ease. He was very apt with his schoolwork, often being proclaimed as a prodigy in biology by his teachers. However, his career wasn't entirely successful. He had to reapply to the navy itself about 4 times after failing the physical fitness test on 3 occasions. On the fourth he came prepared, having modified his work ethic to suit an exercise regime and not only slimming down, but also bulking up significantly. 

He thanked the heavens that he failed those first 3 tests. If it wasn't for that he would have never met his wife. She was an Isreali Jew, who had served in her home country's military and had moved to Germany, not only to experience the world, but to put her skills to use outside of her home country. Her name was Dafna.

Sylvian met her during the physical fitness test. He was never exceptionally good at talking to the ladies, and had actually been quite shy by that point. But he knew he had to talk to Dafna before one of the other guys got her, he couldn't quite tell what it was, but from first sight he was infatuated with her. Suffice to say, he messed up his pick up line pretty badly, stumbling over his words and tripping as he made his way over to her. Lucky enough for him that she found that entire kerfuffle cute.

He was lucky enough to be placed on the same boat as her, and the two bonded and eventually started dating over the course of their service. After their service ended, they decided to travel the world, starting with America. But not before they got married, a pricey event in which the rambunctious family of Dafna had to sit next to the stoic and silent family of Sylvian. They were both still quite young, and reckless. Opposed to archetypes, it was often Dafna who started bar fights and Sylvian who had to split it up. It was around this time that Sylvian discovered his power. He had a fever dream one night and woke up screaming, he went to the bathroom and discovered two small holes through which various flowers began to grow. He experimented with his power for a while before telling his wife.

She was ecstatic, rather than doing the logical thing and getting professional advice, she saw this as an opportunity to do good. She told, Sylvian all about superheroes and their presence in America, and how Sylvian could be the next big face in heroing. Of course, Sylvian thought it was all poppycock, but he went along with it just to please his wife. He never should have.

After establishing some sort of a name for himself during their time in New York, this brought a lot of unwanted attention his way. Eventually supervillains began getting involved, and before he knew it, Dafna had been kidnapped. To cut a long story short he was too late to save her. The supervillain killed her just as Sylvian burst into the warehouse. In a fit of rage, Sylvian did something he thought he never would. He hung the villain from the rafters using the very vines that he created. 

From that day on he was changed. He saw the reason why heroes were needed, to stop scum like that from doing evils. From then on he's been doing as much good as he can, straying away from the killing that he so ruthlessly did on that night.
Ability:
Sylvian has the ability to control and produce plants. The control portion of his power is rather self explanatory, while the production is a bit more complicated. He mainly uses the production to create a special type of vine that doesn't technically exist. He created it himself, in an effort to strengthen his power. It is essentially a purple thorny vine as strong, or possibly stronger than steel that Sylvian is able to use as a means of attack, transportation or defense. For example, as gruesome as it sounds, he could wrap the vines around his bone from the inside, giving him a sort of psuedo super strength. Doing this wouldn't make him strong enough to flip an average sized car, but it would make his punches pack much more power. Using the vines on their own, Sylvian could flip an average car, although it wouldn't exactly be an easy or quick job. He is able to produce many more plants, but he is likely to just been seen creating his vines as they are the most versatile plant he can use.
Equipment:
1x M1911 pistol
1x Switchblade
Light bullet proof armour worn under his clothing
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Name: Ishmael
Nickname/Alias: Leviathan, at least that's what the nice people call him. Everyone else usually defaults to Monster or Freak or some variant thereof.
Age: He honestly doesn't know. No one ever told him when he was born or even when his birthday is. His best guess is that he may still be in his twenties, though even that is a rough estimate at best.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Lawful/Chaotic Bias? C
Good/Evil Bias? G
Mutant/Human Bias? N

Appearance: What most see when they see Ishmael is a young man who keeps himself wrapped up in a trench coat, hat-and-scarf combination or some kind of hood, doing everything he can to stay covered up even in warm weather. Underneath all that is what most would describe as a some kind of a humanoid sea monster. With skin covered in scales of blue and green, fin-like extensions in place of what would normally be hair, sizable gills at the base of his neck and along the sides of where his ribs are, and membrane webbing between and his fingers and toes, Ishmael looks like he walked off the set of the Creature From the Black Lagoon. When he speaks his voice contains a gravelly, monstrous tone that he cannot hide or change, though he has at times managed to pass it off as the voice of a chain-smoker while on the phone. Even his eyes are inhuman, instead being dark and beady and obviously designed more for seeing underwater. If that weren't enough, he can grow to the size of a body-builder, his torso becoming much more puffed out and his arms and legs much more beefy. If he weren't a monster before, he certainly is at that point.

Personality: Ishmael is practically the embodiment of the strong, silent type. He hates talking, and when he does he keeps it short and to the point. If he is provoked into a more prominent speaking role, it's likely because someone angered him enough into making him explode into telling them off, with the unfortunate side effect of becoming much more frightening than he ever intends to. Because showing his feelings tends to make him look like more of a scary monster, Ishmael has adopted the practice of keeping those feelings bottled up, letting them out only when he knows he's alone or the people he's with know him better than to be frightened, though mostly it's the former scenario.

At times Ishmael comes across like he just hates everyone in general, though that could just be the nature of his mutation doing that. People who meet him, but don't get to know him, often swear up and down that just because Ishmael himself feels miserable that that means everyone else has to be miserable along with him. They are wrong, of course, as anyone who spends a significant amount of time around him will quickly realize. Unfortunately, his frightening appearance does him no favors when it comes to making friends, which essentially means that, as far as the rest of the world is concerned, Ishmael is just a bitter monster full of hate and contempt for those around him. No matter how far from the truth that sentiment actually is.

Back story: Unsure of when he was born, or even of his parentage, Ishmael was essentially the property of a circus for as long as he could remember. The Ocean Terror, or so the signs claimed he was. He was basically a sideshow freak. Though unlike all the others in the circus, who at least still looked human and could go out and interact with them normally, Ishmael was of course too scary to ever be let out of his confinement. Either he was in a cage of some kind, or kept in an aquarium tank. Either way, he was never allowed to go out, or even to speak to people. Behind the scenes, the ringmaster was quite the cruel man who demanded that his rules be followed or that there would be hell to pay. He liked targeting Ishmael with his abuse in particular, perhaps because he simply hated mutants, no one was ever really sure. But he barely fed Ishmael, believing that the hungrier he was, the more frightening he could be toward the audiences and costumers. After all, a ravenous monster was far easier to sell than a kind one. If he wasn't treating Ishmael with malnourishment, the ringmaster was subjecting Ishmael to other tortures, mainly to see just what kind of punishment the monster could and couldn't take, so that he could be advertised as "indestructible" and be able to prove it with performances.

This went on for quite a few years, mostly until Ishmael's late teens. On one particular day, Ishmael finally snapped. He was sick of his treatment and sick of the ringmaster getting away with all his abuses. With his anger, his body grew larger until he was able to break out of his chains and cage. He lashed out against the ringmaster, killing him. Still coming to terms with what he'd done, Ishmael ran. He ran away from the circus, simply fighting off everyone who tried to capture or restrain him. Thankfully, they were setup on a pier that day and Ishmael escaped to the sea. He's tried to keep himself hidden since then, only going out into public while hiding his appearance under heavy costume and usually running away again as soon anyone discovers him. Since he was never given a name, and the only bit of culture he was exposed to at the circus was listening to one of the clowns read Moby-Dick, he gave himself the name Ishmael. Of course, the media often referred to him as Leviathan, choosing to compare him to sea monsters from mythology. He's tried helping people, doing the whole hero thing, but it almost always blows up in his face somehow, so nowadays he just sticks to keeping to himself.

Ability: Ishmael is probably one of the few mutants in the world who actually physically mutated. He is essentially an amphibious humanoid fish person. Not only can he breathe in the water, but he can also withstand the immense pressure of swimming down to the ocean floor. He's tough, even outside the water, where his scaly skin is tough enough to be like armor, and Ishmael himself is strong enough to tear open a car and rip out the engine parts. The tips of his fingers and toes can rip and tear as if they were claws, and he appears to have some degree of a healing factor, as what few injuries that can be inflicted upon him are often healed right up within hours. His last ability, often tied directly to his anger and rage, is when he grows in size, essentially "hulking out" and temporarily becoming even stronger and tougher than he was previously. This can be a curse as much as a blessing, though, since hulking out like this often involves going into a blind rage that he can't always control. Being amphibious, Ishmael can't stay out of water for more than a couple of days at most before needing to submerge himself again to re-hydrate. Speaking of which, Ishmael can also be weakened by dehydration, especially when subjected to extreme heat. Extreme cold can also slow him down, this is all likely due to his amphibian nature.

Equipment: None

Other Notes: None

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Name: Rioghnach MacKenzie
Nickname/Alias: “Lightning” McKenzie 
Age: 22
Alignment Bias: Mutant, Chaotic, Good

Appearance: Relatively tall at 5 ft 9, MacKenzie has waist length, mildly wavy platinum blonde hair and typical pale Scotsman’s skin. Her eyes are a stormy grey, but they flash blue for a split second before activating her powers. Favourite clothes include denim jackets, biker gloves, ripped jeans, tank tops and boots with those cute little heels and metal studs.

Personality: 
Electrifying, Charged with Energy and Sparky. (I’m sorry, that was terrible. I couldn’t resist). Nearly almost always the loudest person in the room, Riognach isn’t quite the type of person to always think before she speaks. Neither is she the type of person to deploy tact in basic daily conversation. Neither will her bold personality shy away from standing up for what she believes in.

Back story:
Rioghnach MacKenzie was Scottish born and bred, so she always had the streak of the warrior in her. It seemed to be her absolute duty “protect” the female kids on the playground by pre-emptively attacking the boys, and break up every fight she saw – regardless of who started it. In truth, she was probably inspired a little by the Suffragettes of the golden days, and her time spent in an all-girls secondary school only strengthened her belief that women should be seen for the queens they really are. Sometime during her adult years, and dropping out of a Gender Studies university degree, MacKenzie turned her energy from pure radical feminism to the pro mutant cause, and moved to the US where the movement seemed to be gathering the most traction.

Ability:
Electricity control. That is, MacKenzie can generate enough electricity in her body to moderately shock a man – causing pain and muscle tightness, but not knocking him unconscious. If she has been “charged” with electricity beforehand, e.g MacKenzie has come into contact with a live wire, then she can store enough electric potential to kill.

Strength of her voltage can be amplified by metal objects also. MacKenzie wears studded gloves and shoes for the extra “oompf” factor, if she ever finds herself in a tight spot. 

MacKenzie can travel at lightning speeds through a medium, as long as it can hold a voltage. For example, travelling from one end of a metal fence to another almost instantaneously.

Equipment: A rusty, lightweight iron trident that MacKenzie found in a bootsale some time ago. But hey, it does the job. The points aren’t very pointy, and the blade itself is effectively dull, but anything sharper and MacKenzie would need a legal weapons permit to own it. However, the trident looks menacing enough for most purposes, especially when it’s arcing with her electricity. 

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