Jack grew up with challenges from an early age, born to an American father and a Saami mother in Sweden. His father, Marcus, was deeply involved in climate change research near the polar circle, which often kept Jack away from his mother, Teresa, and her side of the family. The Saami community faced ongoing challenges due to historical ethnic cleansing and the current perils of climate change, which threatened their culture and way of life.

As a child, Jack was often the smallest and weakest in his class, struggling with language barriers and motor skill difficulties. Many of his teachers suspected him of being neurodivergent or intellectually impaired due to these challenges. At the age of 16, Jack was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, marking the beginning of a severe health crisis. The tumor rapidly spread throughout his body, leading to multiple organ failures. Just days before his 18th birthday, Jack's heart stopped in a hospital bed, leaving him critically ill and frail, weighing only 34 kilograms and standing at 167 centimeters tall.

In a miraculous turn of events, Jack inexplicably revived after being pronounced dead by doctors. His skin rejuvenated, and he emerged from the brink of death with newfound strength and resilience. This event marked the beginning of Jack's extraordinary journey as a hyperhuman.

Following his recovery, Jack explored his newfound abilities, pushing himself to the limits in activities like parkour and martial arts. He found work as a stuntman, where his hyperhuman powers were not only accepted but also advantageous. During this time, he met Cassandra, a fellow hyperhuman, and they fell deeply in love, eventually getting married.

Their happiness was short-lived, however, as Cassandra experienced a severe episode of hyperpsychosis during their time at PRCU, leading to a tragic incident where she unintentionally caused harm to others before succumbing to her condition. Jack was left devastated and took a break from school to cope with his grief and loss.

Now returning to PRCU, Jack faces the haunting memories of what he's lost and must navigate the challenges of being scarred, vulnerable, and emotionally raw.

Mild-mannered, low profile, ordinary.

Warm smile, donning a dressed-up casual style. Light temper and rarely in a outwardly bad mood. Most things seem to just run off him which is clear by the shallow crowsfeet and the dimple in his cheek from all the smiling he's done. His hair is naturally short and his beard never comes in completely as there's very little he can do to groom either by himself. He dresses in trifted clothing but nothing too 'one of a kind' as his powers has made it clear clothes are not as durable as he is. Usually in some kind of denim and t-shirt combination with a jacket and well thought out shoes. He wears glasses without needing them, but brushes off any hipster-remark.

Kind, warm, humorous, sensible.

He is an active individual, often taking the lead in conversations without stirring up controversy or drama. Jack possesses a light touch and a sense of humor that allows him to disarm most people easily. Despite keeping his deeper feelings hidden, he remains enigmatic to some, much like the mysteries surrounding his powers. It's as if he carries the demeanor of someone who has experienced hardship but now appreciates life's blessings.

Jack is deeply grateful for his second chance at life, even though he carries the weight of grief. However, this grief doesn't dampen his enthusiasm or zest for life; in fact, his infectious enthusiasm often uplifts those around him. He maintains a calm demeanor even in stressful situations, rarely panicking and always keeping his cool.

With a self-sacrificial nature, Jack is willing and able to shield others from harm, whether in dire situations or in everyday tasks like helping with dishes after a dinner party. This selflessness sometimes leads to a hint of naivety, which some may attempt to exploit, although he has generally been fortunate in avoiding having his trust abused.

Due to his life experiences, Jack is not materialistic. He views possessions as temporary and insignificant, adopting a naturalistic perspective where "stuff" holds little value. Consequently, he doesn't prioritize keeping up with trends or acquiring status symbols, as these things don't define his sense of self-worth or happiness.

A greaving man who's lost the love of her life, with powers that would alienate one from a good chunk of what it's like being human. When your heart is aching but you cannot feel pain from hitting your toe at the coffee table - how do you cope? Jack needs to figure out how he can cope with the hole in his heart, ideally without losing who he is and the appreciate for the life he spent so long incapable of living. The man is full of hope, joy and optimism in a life that's tried it's hardest to beat that out of him.

Rory Tyler's life hasn't been particularly remarkable. He was the oldest child of three, his younger two siblings being twins named Will and Mary. All three were born the Hype-gene, which came as little surprise when considering both parents were hyperhumans. Rory's father was a hyperhuman working for H.I.T. by the name of Cole Tyler. Cole had met Julia Morse at PRCU decades ago, as they both went through the H.E.A.T. program. Cole was placed in the Enforcement and Response Division (fitting given his Dermal Armor power), while Julia was placed in Justice Services (fitting her Passive Persuasiveness power). They kept in touch, and eventually grew to love each other. That love expanded into a loving family.

Cole served in H.I.T. for most of his prime, leaving him absent for a lot of Rory's childhood. Rory's mother was heavily involved in politics, having a heavy workload. The byproduct of this left Rory alone and to fend for himself for a lot of his childhood, and to protect and support his younger siblings. Will and Mary are 3 years younger, and are both smarter than Rory could ever hope to be. Rory spent a lot of his free time getting involved in all sorts of sports and physical activities. His younger siblings were brainiacs, and have grown up to be perhaps more intelligent than their big brother. Rory, despite loving his family and being very protective of his younger siblings, couldn't help but feel inferior to most of his family and classmates. The only thing Rory truly enjoyed more than anything was wrestling, as he enjoyed the challenge and skill of it. Even then, Rory never seemed to be particularly good at anything. He always seemed to sort of fade into the background. It's only fitting Rory's power would develop to be an ability to only copy other people briefly.

Rory opted not to attend PRCU for collegiate study, as Rory's mother's work in trying to promote equal standards of living and education for humans and hyperhumans inspired him to study at a more traditional school. Rory blended into the background, as his younger siblings attended more prestigious boarding schools. Rory kept tabs on them, but mostly just tried to fit in where he could. His powers inevitably developed while living with his parents innocuously, and took some time for the family to register the situation. Rory started wearing an inhibitor immediately, only to find himself somewhat of a social outcast. The only arena in which he seemed to be comfortable and respected in was when he was wrestling in high school. He knew he was subjected to more stringent tests and accusations of cheating due to his status as a hyperhuman, but his teammates always had his back. He competed on a national level starting his freshman year of high school. And really only his freshman year. As once the pandemic hit, Rory quit wrestling. He was alone all over again.

Shortly after high school, Rory's father and mother, both of whom were forced to work in a more public capacity, were both victims of the pandemic. This uprooted Rory and his siblings, who were graciously adopted by their maternal aunt Lillian Morse. Lillian Morse is a staff psychologist for the students of PRCU, a hyperhuman in her own right with telepathic powers. She has been trying her best to help her niece and nephews settle into their new lives in the years since, despite having raised no children before and having limited contact with the children prior. Rory and his siblings were enrolled in PRCU, where they have been for the past few years. Rory was around for the Hyperion attack his freshman year, after which he became a bit secluded for some time. It wasn’t until his Sophomore year that Rory truly began to prosper.

Now, Rory is scrambling to finish his psychology degree while making sure to make time for his friends and keep an eye on his siblings. Soon, the twins will be on their own and Rory will have to make something of himself on his own. Until then… he’s got two semesters to make lasting memories with his friends. After that, he still isn't entirely sure what the future holds.

Rory doesn't pay too much attention in maintaining his appearance, and it shows. He focuses on comfort where he can. Rory tends to keep his hair cut short so he doesn't need to worry about styling it (and it prevents anyone from grabbing his hair when wrestling). Rory’s uniform is always worn just up to code. Whenever he doesn't need to be in uniform, Rory wears comfortable athleisure clothing. He is often seen in t-shirts, muscle shirts, basketball shorts, or sweatpants when he can dress down. Rory’s idea of dressing up out of uniform is a varsity jacket, a Henley, and black jeans. Rory has several pairs of sneakers he wears for all occasions. He doesn't dress particularly modest, though that is more of a byproduct of his constant physically activity and need to cool down.

Rory is a loud, joyous, and personable golden retriever. He is loyal and protective of his friends, and strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. Rory has been the kind of guy to step in and take a punch for a friend or his brother, but tries to solve conflict without aggression or being mean. He is also very quick to notice when a friend is acting different, and makes a concerted effort to make space for them to open up if they wish. Rory does, however, have noticeable issues with focusing and staying still at the same time. He often has to drum his fingers on something or pace to focus. He is prone to get lost in thoughts or distractions when left without something to keep his body moving. An audio-book subscription combined with laps around the rec center have been instrumental in Rory's continued education at PRCU.

Rory would be the first to admit he's dumb sometimes, but it doesn't make it any less of a blow to his self-esteem when he is viewed as an idiot. His parents, siblings and aunt are some of the smartest people he's ever met, and Rory has always felt like the odd one out. While this has led to him overcompensating and trying to make tons of friends, it also leaves him feeling inferior when he doesn't get a joke or a reference or can't help friends with homework / studying. He has a hard time seeing himself as emotionally intelligent or useful outside of a sports environment. This makes Rory a great confidant, but Rory hardly ever shares his true thoughts and fears with his friends out of fear of being a burden.

Rory undergoes a significant shift in aggression when he gets competitive. If you put a trophy or accolade up for grabs in a physical or team-based challenge, he will put it all on the line for a scrap of glory. He is competitive, and will push himself to his limits to win any challenge he can. Every win helps prop up his self-esteem, and make him feel like he can stand toe to toe with his friends and siblings in some way.

The most noticeable quirk that has become evident to those close to Rory is an almost compulsive obsession with not "losing control." Despite being a frequent flyer at a number of parties on campus, he's never been seen drinking a drop of alcohol. He's also seemed particularly frustrated and iritable at the drawback of his hyperhuman ability.

There is a nostalgia as Rory's time in university is drawing to a close that has prompted one desire above all else within him: make as many memories with those he cares for before it's all over. Part of that, obviously, involves making memories with his siblings while they are at university with him... but Team Blackjack is an eclectic bunch Rory knows he won't be able to see as much once they get their diplomas. So, for his final year, Rory has a few subgoals: Make sure his teammates graduate without any regrets, get one more trophy under his belt for either his dorm or Team Blackjack, and finally connect with his friends enough that he can be open about his fears and insecurities. Unlike his freshman year, Rory doesn't want the year to end with a single thing left unsaid or action not done.

The powerful thrive in a world of the damned, souls begone and forlorn of struggles and differences. Amma is the advocate for the depraved and the unhinged; she is rage, she is pain, she is the unexpected and the always desired. A glutton of the insatiable and the harbinger of the unknown and misunderstood. Sensuous in her debut of pallid skin and striking eyes with a temperament that begets cruel assumptions from the herald of power quaking through her mortal countenance. Lips pouted on feral smiles of gleaming bone and manic laughter as she stands before the maker -- as she was held before her mother with fissures of silver and red tearing through bones and flesh. Weeping eyes and screams of wood splintering through the sphere of chaos that rent asunder gothic spires and forced eyes heavenward in prayer.

Charlotte Cahors adored her daughter, once, as an only child born out of wedlock, a gift from the man that came and went on whispered promises of matrimony. These would never come to pass, the man a mystery of shadow in memoriam and spoken of fondly if not wistfully from the loss of meant-to-bes. Amma worshipped her, for she was god in the eyes of her youth. Even when those eyes turned brighter, and brighter, and brighter, when serpentines coils of something broke across cherub bearings and dainty hands. Charlotte Cahors only held onto her all the more. And if she held on a little too tightly and a little too harshly, Amma never said.
She was afraid, alone, as memory and broadcasts of persecution and ruin sired the desperations to hide what Amma was undoubtedly turning into - what she was becoming.

The world is never fair for the different, for the misunderstood. For simply being not-as-we-should.

Complexity wrought hell through a mind caged, a resentment that festered for simply being what life had christened as otherworldly. A multifaceted creature that grew under critical scrutiny from forces unseen. The world was enthralled to wherever she stood, manipulated by a flicker of a lash, to the shuddering breath, to the clenched fist that scored crescent smiles into her palms. Amma struggled within and without, until the Alexandria Foundation came to collect on the tears of her mother -- "Forgive me, dove. They said you had to go; they said they could help you!" There was fear laden there, a sorrowful circumstance that saw creator turned against the beloved creation. Amma felt the sting of betrayal with stoic malice as the doors to the Institute yielded to the force that was she.

She was only ten years old.

A year ago, through a long negotiation trial courtesy of H.E.L.P, Amma was penned for a transfer from the Institute to P.R.C.U. Utterances and speculation gather that she just wasn't fitting in; a waspish woman, vain incarnate and struck with hubris. Amma heralded to the concept of the individual rather than the place as a whole -- it was just fine. Better.

Because who else could she trust, for the world was meant for such selfish creatures.

Why was Amma transferred to P.R.C.U - what occurred to influence H.E.L.P to intervene with negotiation and plying tactics that spanned for nearly half a year. Was such voluntary or involuntary. What was the deciding factor in the Institute that convinced them to let her go.

Redemption is an absolute force stricken upon the vain and wicked. For a woman suddenly told she has to work within a team, to shed the alias she has carried for so long, what will it take to convince Amma to fend for her peers and work alongside them without biting -- unless they ask, of course.

Where is Charlotte Cahors? Once the Institute doors closed, her mother disappeared, much like her father. Who is the man that remains a shadow in her dreams and where did the woman who once was her everything vanish to. Is it revenge that compels Amma's search, to return the betrayal that no child should endure.