[CHAR] The Unwanted.

[Xandrya]

Jennifer Jureau

Name: Jennifer "JJ" Jureau

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Place of Birth: New York City, New York

Sexuality: Bi-curious at most.

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Mathematician

Power: Regenerative healing

Cost of power's use: Instead of making someone else's wounds and injuries disappear altogether, Jen will absorb some of the damage if not all of it.

Appearance: JJ stands at about 5'7 and has a tongue piercing. Character image

Skills: To say she's good with numbers is a big understatement. JJ also has some computer code knowledge. Additionally, on her down time, she enjoys some kickboxing training.

Personality: JJ is a very rational person, mainly due to her specific upbringing at home. She stopped believing in Santa at a very young age, and when her friends were mesmerized by something they didn't quite understand, Jen always ruined the magic by providing the most logical answer she could up come with. Needless to say, she more or less remains the same person today. She's obviously not a woman of faith, and she never was. Jen is as much of a book nerd as she is a social butterfly, although depending on the circumstances, sometimes one trait trumps the other by such a difference, that it leaves those around her feeling somewhat perplexed.

History: Jennifer was born and raised in New York City. She comes from a family of intellectuals--her mother is a neurosurgeon, and her father is an engineer. Being that she's an only child, JJ was heavily influenced by her parents' passion for science from an early age. She had a small group of friends, but she also spent a lot of time behind books. Maybe this side of her stemmed from her environment, or maybe it was genetic. But more than likely, it was a combination of the two.

Jen's "drug of choice", so to speak, was numbers. Her favorite class all throughout elementary, middle, and high school was always math. In high school, she was offered various scholarships for universities, and she accepted them despite the fact that her parents could very easily afford her education. At the ripe age of 25, Jen earned her doctorate degree in Mathematics from NYU. That same year, she moved to Buckehead after she accepted a position at a local research university.

All was going great for Jennifer until that ill-fated Saturday evening. Being that she and her parents made a rather decent donation to the Wildlife Foundation hosting the gala that evening, they were invited to the event as a gesture of gratitude. Her parents still live in New York, thus it was only Jennifer who was in attendance from the small family of three; a decision that she'll forever regret.

[ProxyInc]

Lynette Marshall

Female

Seventeen

Place of Birth
Danville, Kentucky

Sexuality
Pansexual

Relationship Status
Single

Occupation
Waitress at Sazon

Appearance
Lynette is woefully average across the board. She stands at an average of five foot five. Her weight, while slim, held no hints of athletic tones or voluptuous curves. There was a tint of tawny color to her pallid flesh; a credit to her mixed heritage. Though her ruddy reddish locks held onto her Irish roots. Her skin was marred with a mix of freckles and upon her left shoulder laid silver slivers of scars from a more depressing time in her life.
Even her wardrobe was incredibly average. Despite Kentuckys warm weather she usually dawns a light jacket or long sleeves; in attempt to hide her scars from prying eyes. Her jacket cuffs are frayed from nervous twiddling and one of her favorites suffers from a hole in the pocket. Yet, she can't find it within herself to throw it away. Lynette has a preference for dark or neutral tones. Usually wearing the same dark stained jeans that was bought in bulk and basic black sneakers.

Power:

Tremors

This particular power allows Lynette to create small earthquakes around her. Tremors are not particularly powerful by themselves though hers has a small probability of either creating or activating sinkholes.

She has very little to no control over the AOE of her power. For a basic attack (level 1-5) it spreads five feet in front of whatever direction she is facing. For an attack that would take enough blood to cause her to pass out(level six); it'd go out ten feet in small circle around her. For fully grown adult sacrifices, capable of knocking down a decent sized building and above(level 7-12), it'd reach out fifteen feet in full circle.

Cost of powers use:
A basic; you get what you give.
Being that tremors are low scale earthquakes it takes a considerable amount of blood to do any serious damage. On her own she can produce up to a six; a six requires enough blood to cause her to pass out. Anything above needs a fully grown adult sacrifice and increases by one person per level.

Richter scale

1-Not felt except by a very few under especially favorable conditions.
2-Felt only by a few persons at rest, especially on upper floors of buildings. Delicately suspended objects may swing.
3-Felt quite noticeably by persons indoors, especially on upper floors of buildings. Many people do not recognize it as an earthquake. Standing motor cars may rock slightly. Vibration similar to the passing of a truck. Duration estimated.
4-Felt indoors by many, outdoors by few during the day. At night, some awakened. Dishes, windows, doors disturbed; walls make cracking sound. Sensation like heavy truck striking building. Standing motor cars rocked noticeably.
5-Felt by nearly everyone; many awakened. some dishes, windows broken. Unstable objects overturned. Pendulum clocks may stop.
6-Felt by all, many frightened. Some heavy furniture moved; a few instances of fallen plaster. Damage slight.
7-Damage negligible in buildings of good design and construction; slight to moderate in well-built ordinary structures; considerable damage in poorly built or badly designed structures; some chimneys broken.
8-Damage slight in specially designed structures; considerable damage in ordinary substantial buildings with partial collapse. Damage great in poorly built structures. Fall of chmineys, factory stacks, columns, monuments, walls. Heavy furniture overturned.
9-Damage considerable in specially designed structures; well-designed frame structures thrown out of plumb. Damage great in substantial buildings, with partial collapse. Buildings shifted off foundations.
10-Some well-built wooden structures destroyed; most masonry and frame structures destroyed with foundations. Rail bent.
11-Few, if any (masonry) structures remain standing. Bridges destroyed. Rails bent greatly.
12-Damage total. Lines of sight and level are distorted. Objects thrown into the air.

Skills
If you live in the south then you should have at least basic knowledge of how to set up a camp site and go hunting. Needless to say Lynette had a very minimal skill set pertaining to such. She can start a campfire and pitch a tent. Maybe even reel in a fish or two; but that's pretty much all in that department.
She's a decent hiker and knows enough about the stars positions to navigate at night.

Personality

If it wasn't for the small population Lynette would probably mostly unknown by her community. She was often very passive and shy. More known for keeping her nose buried in a good book than much else. She has a slight problem known as 'resting bitch face' which borderlines murderous glare when reality interrupts her reading. When it comes to people Lynette has a very interesting take on things. People are very black and white to her. Either they're her best friend or her enemy. There is no in between which can cause tremendous stress on her relationships as she can become extremely clingy and slightly possessive of her friends. When she feels slighted by those close to her she's often defensive or cruel towards them. From this behavior her social circle is very small as not many people can handle the constant whiplash of emotions. From an outside take she can be labeled as 'petty' and 'dishonest' but from a personal view everything she says and feels is very real and very strong. Criticism feels like an attack and when people begin to pull away from her, Lynette is left feeling abandoned and betrayed.

Though she is ferociously loyal to her friends. Often finding herself defending them from any slight by outsiders. She's even gone out of her way to spread malicious rumors about those who dared to cross a friends path. Needless to say; she's a bit extreme. Though at her core she is a sensitive and sweet person. She genuinely wants to be liked by others and has even sacrificed personal morals to help fit in at times.

History

While Lynette was born in Danville she actually spent her first five years in the wonderfully small town of Harrodsburg, Kentucky. A small, slightly ancient, town that seemed to be the perfect starter place for the newly weds. Her father worked at nearby factory while her mother stayed at home and manned the house. They had no plans to move back to the hills, even after having their daughter life seemed pretty smooth. That was until her grandfather passed and left her father's childhood home in his name.
Apparently there was some serious debate on the subject of selling the house or moving in but her father's strong sentimentality won out in the end. Lynette was to young to remember or give much voice to which was a better place to live. Outside of photos, Harlan was the only home she had memory of and it was a decent home she supposed. Movies and shows always seemed to romanticize small towns. Making the townspeople out to be quirky and cute and super friendly. That was until you actually lived in one and realized they're not quirky; they're racist and usually on some type of drug. Everyone was usually sleeping with someone and if you were; everyone knew about it. Small towns run on rumors, drama and the dream of getting out.

Despite all of that. Lynette grew up in a fairly normal way. She was never super social. Preferring her own imagination to actual people. She loved running through the trees as she lead her shadow army against the unknown forest creatures. Her peculiar behavior didn't help her either, keeping her at an arms length from most people. Her parents at first thought it was cute and innocent but as she grew and the behavior only seemed to worsen; they grew worried.

At the age of ten she was placed in therapy. They had hoped to find the root of her 'issues' but with each new therapist Lynette would keep to her lies. She painted herself as someone with friends and a decent handle of socialization and after their fifth attempt her parents eventually gave up.

Now Lynette had known Tille. They had spoken throughout the years though they were never close friends by any means. She liked the fact that the youth was genuinely kindhearted. It was actually on Tille's encouragement that she placed herself back into therapy after a year of battling with her depression and self harm addiction. She had even opened up enough for her therapist to make a diagnosis. Bpd- or more known as Borderline personality disorder.

She never got to thank the girl for it either. Part of her was too embarrassed to even approach Tille. Her death though, her death shook her to the core. It was rumored thar she was possessed. That Satan had taken over the poor girls soul. Small town folk were extremely religious and often superstitious but even so, she was like a shining gem among them. Or so she had thought. The brutality that came from her death. The pure hatred and fear that they took out on her body. No one did anything about it. They whispered about in the shadows but lacked the courage to speak out against her murderers. It felt like a hot coal had dropped into the pit of her stomach and Lynette turned to her old vice for comfort. It from there she discovered she had a secret of her own. Luckily she wasn't the only one. She was careful when trying to find the others. Fearful of meeting the same fate but they were lucky in that area at least. No longer feeling safe in the hills they called home; they fled.

[Polaris North]

Luna Yvilkov

Name: Luna Yvilkov

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Place of Birth:
Russia but soon moved to Japan, then finally settled in the Philippines… Traveled soon after that.

Sexuality:
Asexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Bodyguard

Power:
Electrokinesis – She tends to only use it in close combat, transferring the electricity from her to the enemy with her punches. This considerably lowers the cost but is still enough to help her in her fights. However, she does use it for long range when she absolutely has no choice. Devastating the area with electricity is possible for her to do, electrocuting both friend and foe, but the cost is quite devastating as well.

Cost of powers use:
The cost of her power use is quite an assortment. It can range from a numbness of the area which has served as the conduit for her power (i.e. fist) to vomiting. Usage of her power for some time causes her fist to numb, continuous usage would result to her whole arm being numb until she is not able to use that certain part of her body. Long range usage of her power would result to her feeling nausea (say two lightning bolts). An AOE attack would cause her to stop and vomit. This may also happen if she continues her use of long-ranged attacks. A devastating AOE attack would render her unconscious.

Appearance: Luna stands at a height of 5'9 but she is usually seen slouching, making her look smaller than she actually is. Though this is looked down upon as it is considered to have 'no confidence', it seems to be the opposite for her. She hides her true strength with it. Anyway, she has long blonde hair that reach past her waist and she usually either braids it or just keeps it up in a ponytail - depends on the situation really. She holds obsidian orbs that are usually cautious and distrustful and also very scrutinizing as she has the habit of studying the person before her in the case of a fight. She has a lean type of build, much like that of a boxer, and she hides it within her choice of clothing which consists of a black hoodie over a white shirt, military pants and combat boots. As appearances can be deceiving, especially for her whose muscles are hidden, most people would usually underestimate her true prowess as she looks thin and non-threatening. Of course, she is not without her scars. As a fighter, she has culminated an amount of small scars on her body which are, at first glance, rather unnoticeable. Under the guise of her hands being 'burnt', she often hides it within wraps of bandages and hand protection, just in case she gets into a fight.

Skills:

• Mixed Martial Arts - Due to her upbringing, she has learned a number of different martial arts styles and incorporates it into her own style. This includes, but not really limited to: Boxing, Karate, Wrestling, Judo, a bit of Japanese Kenpo, a bit of Systema.
• Gun Mastery - While she is more experienced in hand-to-hand combat, she has also been taught how to use guns. She focuses more on handguns as they are easily concealed.
• 'Military Training' - While not exactly 'military training', she has been trained as a bodyguard and that has resulted to her being physically fit. This is also substantial to her own survival when thrown into life-threatening situations as this training kicks in by instinct.
• Language Fluency - Though she is not normally the one talking with others, she certainly learned how to quickly pick up languages and then learn more about them later on out of sheer curiosity. She started with Russian, English and Filipino - her family languages - and then learned Japanese (as she lived there for a while), Spanish, French and German.

Personality: Luna, in job, is silent and serious. She follows her orders without question and does not speak unless spoken to or if she really needs to say something. She is observant and very cautious of whoever is around her, picking up minute details and looking out for even small movements. Call it paranoia, if you wish, but it has certainly saved her life and the life of who she is protecting. When on job, she isn’t someone you can naturally talk with as she exudes an aura of danger. It’s akin to an attack dog on a leash – you feel that it is dangerous and the only thing holding back that attack dog is a leash… and the one who is holding it is the person you are dealing with. It’s a very good tactic for intimidation and that mostly leads to nice and proper dealings – no bloodshed, no deaths, no problem. However, in the case that someone does step out of line and harm her contractor (or is ordered by said contractor), she will retaliate and is usually ruthless and merciless in this regard. Of course, it should be noted that she is still bound by her own rules where she cannot kill unless she absolutely needs to. This often causes battles of morality in her head but she can usually resolve it before something happens to her.

Out of the job, though, Luna turns into a completely different person. She becomes friendly, helpful, understanding and considerate of others. While she is still cautious about what others might do and is still covertly analyzing a person, she isn’t as intimidating as when on the job. She is usually seen with a small smile on her face. She sometimes knowingly – though sometimes unknowingly – makes witty and sarcastic remarks but those are made with only good fun in mind. It should be noted that Luna isn’t the best of people to ask in terms of morality as she has one whacked up sense of what is right and wrong. While she has an understanding of what society thinks of it, and follows it so she wouldn’t be alienated or worse, she still doesn’t get much of it and holds dearly to her own sets of morals. She is fine with fighting those that are unarmed, harming those who others think are innocent, if it is needed for the job. For her, the contractor is always right. There is no job too dirty for her and unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), hurting a child doesn’t affect her too much.

History: Luna Yvilkov has led a very bloody, complicated and exciting life. Let’s start with her parents. Anne Dela Luna and Arthur Yvilkov met under the light of the moon in a riverside in the Philippines. Though this may sound romantic as heck, let me show you the more detailed picture. Arthur, part of the mafia, had been assigned to a group in the Philippines to raid a certain Dela Luna family as they had escaped with their debts. Finally tracking them down to a remote part in Leyte, they dispatched a group to them. And there Arthur was, pointing his gun at Anne with every intention to kill her. However, with much pleading from Anne, Arthur decided to simply keep her as a trophy.

Now wasn’t that romantic?

Arthur went back to Russia and continued to keep Anne. As years passed by though, he found himself falling for the Filipina. After much consideration, he decided to marry the girl. Anne had feared him once. But by then, even she had grown feelings for the toughened man. They were married and everyone rejoiced. Only a few months after their baby, Luna, was born, everything went downhill. The mafia had been run under the dirt and they were now being hunted. Fearing for his family, he packed up everything and then escaped to Japan. They had stayed there for ten years. In these ten years, Luna has grown to become a strong woman. She was immediately taught by her father how to fight when she was old enough and began enrolling her in different martial arts dojos to help with her training. Anne had let this be as she knew the dangers they were in. They were not safe. Not yet.

When Luna was ten years old, she had received word that her father had died in an accident. Anne, catching on quickly, fled to the Philippines carrying only her daughter, money and prized possessions. There, she hid. Being the woman she is, she had managed to garner trusted people and use old contacts to keep herself and her daughter hidden. Luna was then taught more self-defense techniques by those same friends that helped them as they feared that Luna would be an easy target. She willingly accepted all of this. She was dropped out of school when they arrived at the Philippines but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.

At the age of fourteen, she had taken to the streets. There were underground fights that yielded good money, small gang fights that could give you pocket money and a mean reputation. Luna had to live somehow right? She had to quickly learn that street fighting isn’t the same as fighting within the ring which held too many rules. Here, it was all or nothing with the only rule is to not kill anyone. Any other rules is up to the person’s moral compass. She soon became quite famous as one of the few girls who are powerful enough to actually be feared in the streets. Gaining the name “Prinsesa ng mga Demonyo [Demon Princess]”, she became more famous in the streets. As years passed by, she grew to understand her circumstances and protected her mother until she passed away when Luna was only eighteen years of age due to a disease. She was then promptly taken in by a bodyguard trainer after seeing her fight.

The trainer, going by the name of Eris, was in charge of a company that gives the job of being a bodyguard. They are called 'The Guardians'. Though some may say that this organization name is over the top, most would come to learn that only the best of the best bodyguards can be found here. Eris was the third successor of the organization and no one doubts her skill in leadership and business management. She was also a ruthless teacher and would often make the students fight each other in annual tournaments. The one who loses gets kicked out. All of the trainees are people who have no places to call home. Luna had managed to rise to the top of the ranks and became one of the youngest graduate, graduating at a young age of sixteen.

And so there she was, twelve years later with tons of experience under her belt, attending the gala in Buckhead as a bodyguard. The person she was guarding was none other than Ashton Conway - a trusted source of The Guardian's weaponry and client. Luna had been sent after he placed a request for a Guardian. Of course, she had to accept. In the gala, everything descended to chaos. Luckily, she and Ashton managed to get out without getting too hurt. Although everything wasn't exactly all fun and games after. Luna stuck with Ashton, having no other place to go to as The Guardian company couldn't pull her out of Buckhead and back to HQ.

[DarkwolfX37]

Violet Black

Name:
Violet Black
Creative name, right? Yeah, my parents' sense of humor is moderate at best.

Gender:
Female

Age:
15

Place of Birth:
Hospital in Ikebukuro in Toshima, Tokyo, Japan. Has lived in many countries. (See "History" for more information.)

Sexuality:
Homosexual, though with no interest in romance or sex in general, to the point of being classifiable as Asexual.

Relationship Status:
N/A.

Occupation:
Student.

Power and Cost:

Power

Power:
Has a natural vector-altering field that extends 5 inches (12.7 cm) from her body that reduces all vectors within it. Any vectors applied to this field from outside that aren't zero are increasingly cut as they travel through the field.
Can extend this field to up to 0.5 km, and consciously manipulate up to three different vectors at a time within her field, whether extended or otherwise.
Can prevent the vector reducing effect from affecting things that enter her field.
Naturally and unconsciously uses her power on herself as necessary to survive. (Sort of needed, or she'd just die when she went to sleep.) The multitude of vectors this requires implies that she will eventually grow much more powerful, and/or that she would be much more powerful already if she didn't need to control the vectors required to allow air in and out, breathe, have her heart beat, allow electricity and chemicals to flow through her body, etc. This affect seems to apply to other living things as well, as people who have entered her field have survived despite the field reducing all vectors originating within it to zero, which would otherwise be fatal.
Can use her control of vectors to alter locational vectors, allowing for minor teleportation. Most often uses this to avoid needing to go to the bathroom by removing waste from within the body to another location.

Example of what this means:
If someone were to shoot her, the bullet's acceleration, velocity, and force vectors would all be cut severely by the time it makes contact with her. This means that, depending on the initial values that in this scenario would be based on the firepower of the gun, the bullet's actual effect would vary from bouncing off her harmlessly, continuing to be cut as it does so and eventually resulting in it simply floating in place within her field, (which would then eventually become stuck to her due to cutting its dislocation vector) to retaining enough force that it could send her flying as if it were a normal person being hit by a small fist punching them quite hard. It would take an incredibly powerful force to achieve the affect of a bullet on a normal person. For example, a railgun would almost certainly still pierce through her.
Alternatively, if she were hit by a semi-truck, depending on its speed, it would still likely send her flying quite a ways and do pretty sever damage to her body both from the initial impact with the truck and with the impact as she lands, due to its high mass.

Drawbacks:
- Can't turn it completely off.
- All vectors that begin within her field (natural field only, not extended field) are zero.
- Due to the above, her weight vector is zero, making her totally weightless so she has to wear super-heavy anklets and/or wristbands that are large enough to escape her field.
- Things that enter her field will eventually be stuck to her due to their displacement vector growing smaller.
- Must constantly use her power to consciously manipulate vectors on herself in order to move. Otherwise her velocity vector of zero would prevent her from moving.
- Must move at a consistent velocity or use her power to consciously manipulate vectors on herself in order to move. Otherwise her acceleration vector of zero would prevent her from moving/moving at varying velocities.
- Must constantly use one slot of her controllable vectors on herself in order to move, otherwise she wouldn't be able to move because her force vector is zero.
- Has to use all three of her initially available consciously controlled vectors in order to move. (Force, Velocity, Acceleration.)
- Her field is reduced to the middle layer of her skin when she is unconscious.

Cost:
Extending her field lessens her blood pressure in amounts relative to the size it is extended to.
Controlling vectors consciously depletes her body's supply of blood sugar relative to the number of vectors she is controlling. Three vectors will cause her to lose blood sugar at a rate of 10 points per hour. (For reference, since I don't want to assume you guys have diabetics in your family like I do, 300 is very high and 30 is very low. Going above or below these levels can be very dangerous. The safe and almost constant range for a non-diabetic is 80 to 120.) Four vectors increases the rate to 20, five to 40, six to 80, etc.

Weaknesses:
- Scalars.
- Lack of weights to keep her from flying into space.
- Own self.
- Anything that would alter her homeostasis as this could easily kill her.

Further information:

Physics is fun

It's a physics based power, so it can be hard to follow.

Okay so basically the way it works is:
Each vector is like muscles. She has to sort of learn how to affect each different vector the way someone would learn a new muscle. The way I was going to have her explain it to the group is: "Imagine if you woke up with a tail tomorrow. It would be really hard for you to figure out how to move the muscles in it because you didn't have that infant stage where it became natural for you. Or like moving a single toe at a time. It's difficult to figure out how to do." The only ones she knows how to use with any real skill are the ones she needs to move, and even them she's got limited control over.
A vector is basically anything with both magnitude and direction. So stuff like force, velocity, acceleration, gravity, dislocation, etc. Dislocation is the odd one out there because it's the one not as many people know about. It's basically the difference between two locations. Movement requires force to actually get it to start moving and continue moving, because movement is a force and generates further force. Velocity is basically speed. Acceleration is just change in velocity. So movement requires all three of these, and because she can't generate any vectors above zero since she's in her own field, she has to control these three vectors to move. And since her own weight vector is zero, if she doesn't either control it directly or wear weights that escape her field to give her weight, she'll basically just fly into space.
How the field itself works is a bit mathy, but it basically cuts all vectors of anything that enters it by an additional five percent each inch closer to her it gets, meaning that something that goes all the way through to make contact with her would have all its vectors cut by a total of 75%. So if something is moving at 100 mph, it would only hit her at 25 mph. Her biggest problem is that anything that stops within her field would continuously have its dislocation cut by the correct percentage until eventually the thing in her field was stuck to her with a dislocation of zero. The longer something is in her field, the more it gets cut by the correct percentage based on how close to her it is. This also means that things basically just slow down when they get close to her, so to take the snake example, she'd have plenty of time to move out of the way of a biting snake because it would get slowed down so much.
The cost is basically that controlling one to three vectors drops her blood sugar by ten points an hour, and extending her field drops her blood pressure. And since she needs to control vectors just to move... She's basically got to eat a lot of sugar constantly or she'll eventually go into diabetic shock. And in extreme situations, where she'd have to extend her field, there's a huge risk of her passing out or worse due to low blood pressure. And while she's passed out, she can't affect her weight, so if she isn't wearing weights to keep her on the ground, she'll just start floating away. The lucky thing is that while she's passed out, she's not moving with her controlled vectors so her blood sugar isn't dropping too.

Appearance:
Violet is a caucasian girl with light brown hair that she keeps straight and that reaches to just below her shoulders at the back, brown eyes that are a slightly lighter shade than her hair, and no scars or blemishes on any part of her body. She stands at five foot 3 inches, and has a notably athletic build with visibly toned muscles. She is underweight at ninety-eight pounds, though she contests that this is not an issue as her medium A-cup breasts take away weight that would be there for other females of her height.
It's true! If I were bustier, I'd weigh more! I'm only underweight because I have smaller than average tits, okay!?
She almost always wears a variation of the same outfit. She wears a skirt that reaches to a little above her knees, a pair of short cargo shorts underneath and below that athletic spats that reach beyond the bottom of the shorts. She also wears athletic socks underneath warming socks that cover most of her shins. Her upper body is covered by a black sports bra under a purple tank-top, every instance of which has an image of some sort on the front of. Her outfit is completed by a black sweatshirt with a rose that sits over her heart when it is fully zipped, and stems and vines with thorns to match the rose spreading over the rest of the hoodie, along with a larger rose on the center of the back.
She also wears heavy, metal bracers on her lower arms and shins that each weigh one hundred fifty pounds and are six inches thick on each side. Her power causes the first five inches to be weightless, so each bracer adds only twenty-five pounds to her weight. These bracers create the one hundred pounds of weight that keep her from floating into space. The metal used is stainless steel, making them very useful as protection as well. However, since these extend beyond her field, targeting them with high force can affect her with the full force of the hit.
She wears a thin metal backpack under her sweatshirt where she keeps blood pressure and blood sugar testing equipment, as well as all the sugar filled food she can fit inside.

Skills:
She is capable of cooking quite well, and is also a very talented singer. She has very good drawing skills, but always has trouble trying to color her art or paint. She has learned to play several instruments to varying degrees, most notably the guitar, violin, and piano. She has somewhat above basic survival skills, including education on what fauna and flora is and isn't edible and how to best prepare meals from whatever food may be available in a given area. She also knows intermediate medical skills.
"Very talented," yeah, sure. I'm the best singer, thank you very much.

Personality:

Personality

Sociopath

- (Noun) a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscience.

Violet can best be described by her actions and by what others have said about her, as well as her own statements. As such, she has been allowed to comment on this file in purple text.
Attempts to describe her traditionally are generally met with failure, as she is eccentric to the point of being nearly non-understandable. The most obvious facets of her personality are her strange sense of humor and her tendency to either be extremely excitable and extroverted or extremely introverted and reflective, with seemingly no middle ground aside from her "jokes." (See "Quotes" for more information.)
She is incredibly intelligent and well educated; in a sense she is exactly what one would expect from the child of two world-travelling, incredibly successful entrepreneurs (See "History" for more information.) in that she is not only a prodigy in many regards, but has few social skills and many odd quirks.
Fuck you I don't have social skills! I have plenty of social skills! I'm like, the most skilled socializer ever!
She has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with snakes and an equally unhealthy hatred of insects. Due to a disorder she does not fully experience the sensation of pain that a regular person would. That is not to say that pain is totally eliminated, rather that her body's nerves don't react as strongly to painful stimuli, resulting in her feeling less pain. This, in combination with her total lack of fear of death has resulted in several self-inflicted hospitalizations throughout her lifetime. Perhaps due to her disorder, or perhaps simply a quirk of her mind, she does not exhibit the usual reactions to injury. (Screaming, clutching the wound, etc.)
Snakes are the best. I had a pet snake named "Nagi." I named him that cause my favorite character in a manga was related to snakes and named "Nagisa," plus it's kind of like "Naga" so I thought it was the perfect name. He was a red-tailed boa and ate rats. He was the best, but then one day when we were moving, he got out of his tank and was loose in the area. He killed three people, I was so proud of him. But then everyone wanted to find and kill him, so I made sure to find him first and release him far away into the wild. I really miss him.
*For the record, Nagi now lives a relatively peaceful life where he was released. He has several children.*
No but really I fucking hate insects and anything like them. The only acceptable ones are wasps, butterflies, and manti. Wasps look awesome and they're like living balls of hate that lay eggs in other insects that kills them. They pollinate cool trees and there's a wasp that fucking eats tarantulas and there is no greater justice in the world than killing those fuckers. Seriously, if you purposefully bring a spider within three miles of me, I will rip out your larynx and shove it so far up your ass that it goes back into place upside down. Anyway, butterflies are cool cause they're beautiful and, like, think about it. They spend their whole lives travelling many times their body length so they can eat enough to create a cocoon, then they hibernate while their bodies become awesome and then they live the last bit of their lives just pollinating flowers and looking cool. They are like the real example of hard workers. Oh, you built a monument, cool, but can you travel thousands of miles then morph your body into something cool and then spend your life working every time you have a meal? No? Then shut up. Butterflies are cool, man. And manti? Oh man, manti are the greatest. Like, they have swords for arms. I would love to have swords for arms, are you kidding? Plus, they look badass, AND they eat other insects. They're like, perfect. And the males are the best parents ever, like they literally die so that the female can survive without needing to hunt for a while as the eggs develop and hatch. If human guys were like that, the world would be so much nicer.
*Okay, so maybe she's idealized manti a bit.*
Oh, yeah, that. I know it's probably not why I just don't get scared of being in mortal danger, but I like to think it's because of this. So you know how there's like a moment where you sort of "activate?" Like when you first start being conscious and making memories? Yeah so, that happened to me when I was in japan, and my parents had brought me to a food place where the food is prepared in front of the customers, right? Well, first thing I ever saw that was actually capable of becoming a memory was a live fish getting its head cut off. So I like to think my brain was just like "Okay, pause." and went off to a corner and was like "Well, I was going to be a pretty average girl, grow up to be a success in some field, and just generally be 'normal,' but..." and then it looked back at the fish getting its head cut off and was like "Nope, fuck that, sociopath. Wait, I'm activated now, no time to talk to myself. I need to get back to the girl." and then just everything sort of went from there. Oh and that pain thing? Yeah, like, I obviously don't know how it feels for other people, but pain doesn't really bother me. And like, you know how when humans and other mammals cry out when they get hurt as a survival mechanism to get other members of the pack to come assist them? I just like... don't have that instinct? Like when I get hurt, my brain's just like "okay, so I'm injured now, cool. Noted, now what was I doing again?" and just sort of ignores it. Plus I've got like, a pretty morbid sense of humor when it comes to injuries? I still remember when I was... seven-ish? I was at my cousin's place and we were playing, well he jumped out of a tree from too high up and broke his leg. Like, it was clearly broken by the way it was twisted. And I just sort of stared at it for a while as he was screaming and crying and then looked him in the eyes, told him to look at me, and then said "walk it off." He started crying even more after that, but I for one thought it was hilarious. I'm pretty sure I just sat on a nearby rock after that and waited for his parents to hear him and come get him?
*Yes, she actually did just sit down and watch her cousin cry in pain with a broken leg until an adult heard him and came over. She then followed them inside and played games until the ambulance arrived.*

Quotes about Violet from those who have known her

As I said above, Violet is best described by her actions and by what has been said about her. As such, I've collected several statements from her family and previous classmates. Having been home-schooled well beyond her age's general education, she skipped all of primary school as well as middle school and spent only a single semester in each year of high school. During her sophomore "year", at age twelve and thirteen, her fellow students wrote quotes and stories about her to be collected into a book that she was given when she completed the "year," as a farewell present for her moving schools. The following are several excerpts. Somehow, a common theme traveled among the student body, and many chose to use this theme in their statements.
"'Violet is simultaneously the most childish and most mature teenager I've ever met.' I had math class with her, and it was insane. So you know those assignments we get every day or two? Well, most of us had to take at least half the class to finish them, but I swear to god she did them in like thirty seconds. I'd be on the fourth problem and she'd have already given hers to the teacher to be graded. But that's not the weird thing. For the rest of class, she'd be on her phone and she was playing a Hello Kitty game. Not like, a game just with the characters, but like a game specifically made for little kids. I asked her the name once and looked it up and it was for three years and up, and just a serious Hello Kitty game. She played it three times, just in a row over the first month or so, and then she moved on to this game where you have to move blocks so that one will be able to get to a certain place. There were days where I'd watch her for the entire class, and she would literally just do the same level over and over for the whole hour."
I thought it would be funny for a highschooler to play a Hello Kitty game for kids in class, so I just sorta did it. Same with doing the same puzzle over and over for the whole class. It just seemed like it would be funny to do so I did it.
"Violet is terrifying sometimes. One day, a kid fell down the stairs and got really hurt, he was bleeding and his ankle was twisted weird, I think he landed on a pen or something to cause the bleeding? Me and Violet both saw him fall and rushed over to see if he was okay, and as he was crying she just suddenly turned her head and stared at the top of the stairs for a long time. It felt like ten minutes as I was trying to get her attention again. She was staring really intently like there was something dangerous up there. Then all the sudden she just turns really quickly so she's looking at me and said 'I think I just saw a ghost.' Then she turned to the injured kid and grabbed him, holding his cheeks in her hands and his eyes open with her thumbs, and just stared into his eyes for a second before saying 'I think it was yours if you don't get to a fucking hospital soon.' with a totally serious expression as if she'd just told him he had an hour to live. Then she just stood back up and walked down the stairs to the first floor and went somewhere. The kid practically went into shock, I wound up accidentally bumping his injured leg into a door frame and he just sort of whimpered instead of shouting in pain. I confronted her the next day about it and she just said it was 'a joke to help him calm down.' Ever since then, I've been terrified of getting seriously hurt when nobody but her is around to help, because I think she'd just ignore me."
Oh, I remember that. Yeah, that was pretty hilarious. I actually had to leave school because I was laughing so hard after walking away. But yeah, I'd totally have left this girl if she got hurt, probably after making a joke, heh.
"Violet is insane as hell but I love it. I've pretty much been stalking her whenever I could in school after something in shop class. Remember the buzzsaw there? Not the portable one, but the one on a lever that lowers it to just barely not touching the surface you set the wood you're working with on? One day in class, she was over there using it, and all the sudden there was this loud crash as the saw went back up into place since the lever was suddenly let go while it was down. Everyone in class was startled and looked over at her. She just turned around and looked at the teacher with a totally straight face and asked 'Can I use the bathroom now?' and the teacher asked 'Well, can you hold it until after class?' And she just held up her left pointer finger which was covered in blood and had bone showing through this huge cut for a few seconds, then grabbed it with her other hand and said 'Sure' and just turned around and went back to working on her project while holding her finger with her right hand. She didn't even flinch or scream or act like she was in pain at all, it was creepy. Well the teacher sent her to the nurse and I assume she went to the hospital. I'm sure you all remember the day she got on the intercom somehow? That was the day after. Remember how just all the sudden she was talking on it and said 'If any students need help with learning shop safety, I'm holding a special study group on the roof after school. Bring a knife and food.' and how shop class for everyone was just tool safety for the next week or so while they cleaned the saw? Ever since then I was trying to see her as often as I could because I wanted to see how she'd react to stuff."
Oooooh, that's right. That was actually really funny, I wound up laughing the entire time I was getting my finger patched up. I was lucky I noticed it just before it cut through the bone or I might have lost the finger.
"So I know the whole thing is supposed to be 'Oh she's the most and least mature person I've ever met.' but this story is much more important. To set the scene, I was waiting in the office where the assistant principals are because I was accused of having pot on me. Really, I had just spent the night at a friend's place and his big bro had been smoking and drinking all night so we both smelled like it, but that's why I was there. All the sudden Violet walks in and sits down a seat away from me playing with a screwdriver, like tossing it back and forth in her hands or flipping it and catching it. Well, Maxwell opened his door after a minute and called her in, but neither of them remembered to shut the door, so I could hear them talking. He said that there had been several reports of her having a weapon on her, and she just looks at him and says 'Anything could be a weapon.' I could tell that me and him both thought the same thing, which was 'oh shit, the screwdriver.' But she just slams it down on his table and picks up the little statue he had on his desk, then slams it into her forehead hard enough that the entire office heard it, then she just stands up, says 'But yes, I always carry a pocketknife in case I'm in danger in or out of school.' and walks away with all this blood coming from her forehead. I watched through the glass behind me as she just walked out of the school. Well, she didn't show up for a week after that, and when she did I asked her why she had been gone and she told me it was 'a self applied suspension, to save Maxwell the trouble of kicking her out for a week.' Then she goes to the office and I follow her and pretend to wait for something as I sat down because I wanted to see what happened. She walked into Maxwell's office and pulled out this knife with one of those giant erasers shoved on the blade and said 'I childproofed the knife.' with a totally serious voice and walked out, presumably to her first class. I lost it at that."
See, this kid gets it. My jokes are awesome.
"Violet is simultaneously the most and least mature person I know, and she also might be slightly demonic? Okay so I had biology with her, and when we were dissecting actual frogs she just put these medical gloves on and did the dissection in about a quarter of the time it took everyone else. But then the day we were doing a virtual dissection of snakes, she set the room on fire and nobody knows how she did it. It was like a magic trick or something but nobody saw her use a match or a lighter or even like sticks or something, and when she was searched afterwords supposedly they didn't find anything. But it was like cartoon physics. The teacher brought in a dead snake to dissect while we all did the virtual ones, so she could show us what they actually looked like, and I swear Violet's stare and anger is what started the fire. She was glaring at the teacher as if she had killed her family and then all the sudden the paper in front of her caught fire. It was small enough that we didn't have to leave the school but class got cancelled. There's a rumor that the occult club considers her a paranormal being because of that day, even."
Right, that. I was pissed. We were told for weeks that it was just a virtual dissection and we wouldn't have to actually cut open snakes, and then the fucking teacher brought one in anyway! I mean, I know the snake was raised to be dissected but that's fucked up! Everyone responsible for that shit should be tied up and sent to biology classes to be dissected when learning the human body, and they should be dissected while they're still alive. But about the fire. I had sandpaper because I was working on my shop class project outside of class, and I had it in my hand because I liked playing with it. Then when I saw the dead snake I got really pissed and I think I just wound up rubbing the sandpaper against itself so hard and fast that a bit of it came off while really hot and landed on the paper. It would be really cool if I could light fires with my eyes though.
"Well, one of the scariest things my daughter ever did was when she was seven or so. We were at the beach and she suddenly came over with a snake she was holding just behind the head, and said 'Look dad! It's a pelagic sea snake!' Later that day, I looked up what that is and found out it was incredibly venomous, but at the time all I knew was that my little girl was holding a snake that she herself was telling me had a really potent venom. I was panicking on the inside and she asked me if we could keep it. She asked 'Dad, can we keep...' then she turned it so she was looking under it and stared at it for a few seconds before continuing 'her!? I'm sure Nagi would love a new friend! Not that I'd let her near my Nagi, she might bite him, so she'd need her own tank. Plus she needs water and Nagi doesn't so she'd need her own anyway...' I was terrified that she was going to get bitten but I had to convince her not to try to bring it with her, so I told her that the snake probably preferred to live out at the beach instead of cramped in a tank. She just looked at me like I said something confusing and asked 'Why? I'm sure she'd prefer a life where she just eats and lays about. I'd love a life of just eating and laying about. Then again, it might get pretty boring... And she might have a husband and kids...' And this is why that day was burned into my memory, because she turned the snake and held it about an inch from her face and stared into its eyes for what felt like forever with how panicked I was, and she asked it 'Why are you so important, dangit?' and walked off with it to put it back where she found it. I followed to make sure she didn't get bit but she gently threw it into a little pool that formed from the ocean water and walked away as if there wasn't a dangerous snake right behind her. Luckily the snake just slithered away in the other direction but it was probably the most frightening moment of my life."
It's not like I was in any danger anyway. I knew how to correctly handle snakes since I was five. It was the first thing I actually tried to learn on my own, cause snakes are cool.

History:
Kept brief at Violet's request.
Her parents are both very successful at their respective businesses, and due to the volatility of their professions, they often have to travel to various countries. They were living in Japan during the time Violet was born, but since then have lived in Russia, China, Australia, England, Ireland, Egypt, France, Canada, The United States, and several other, less notable locations. As such, Violet has at least a rudimentary grasp of the various languages she grew up around, though she is only fluent in English and Japanese. (At her own request, as she had an interest in learning the language of her place of birth, even if she might never need to know it.) She was homeschooled until the age of ten, gaining an education that could easily qualify as college-level, and then began attending public schools "for the social experience" and to get certified as having had a formal education. Until recently, she has been enrolled in online college courses at multiple colleges. She has since dropped out after gaining her powers. Her parents had taken her to the Wildlife Charity Gala, where she gained her power. Since then, she has remained in her home and spent her time trying to study herself and her newfound abilities.
Yeah, I'm sure you all are nice people, but I don't like the idea of my life being out there for anyone to read. Thanks.

Further Comments:

Further Comments

Violet felt the need to say some additional things, so this is where those things will be put, along with the information she volunteered about herself.
You want to know about me, DW? Aren't you like, omniscient when it comes to my life, since you're, you know, in another universe and linked here with your mind or something? I guess I can give the usual like I did back in school. So, I've been called "Sarcasm Incarnate," "Irony Incarnate," "Simultaneously the most childish and most mature girl ever," "Faggot," and, my personal favorite, "Queen 'Beat you in a fist fight with her words.'" I don't really have any fears or anything, but I hate insects and anything insect-like, such as millipedes and centipedes and spiders. I once stabbed someone for putting a fake spider in my locker. Last I knew, they were still catatonic, since I sort of stabbed them under the chin... Anyway. I love snakes, I like cats cause they're cute, and I like wolves and dogs that look like wolves cause they're cool. They've got that sleek, badass look to them and that makes up for them being dogs and gross. I had a pet boa named "Nagi" who killed three people so I had to put him on the lamb and sneak him out into the wild. I supposedly feel less pain than the average person, and I don't have the normal reactions to pain. But if someone tries to punch me to test that or something, word of warning, I will hurt you worse, because anatomy trumps strength any day, and I'm also decently strong. My favorite traits are my ability to kill an average sized human adult with as little as a sewing needle. No, I haven't actually done it, I just know how to. I'm also really proud of my singing, so I tend to sing a lot when I'm happy or sad or... feeling anything, really. So that's pretty much it, is that good enough, DW?
Okay, so can I just say for the record, fuck highschool juniors? So I wound up realizing I was and then coming out as a lesbian in my so called "junior year." Like eighty percent of my fellow juniors started calling me names trying to insult me. Jokes on them, I lit some of their backpacks on fire in the yard and suddenly they stopped calling me things to my face. But I got revenge. Since I was getting to the next year before anyone else, I got my yearbook and got it signed before anyone else. So pretty much every page just says "Fag" on it with the first few pages saying "F" then a ton of pages with "A" and the last ones with "G," which was fine. The cool people said really nice stuff and drew like hearts and stuff and this one girl, and trust me I'll talk about her in a minute, wrote me a love poem that was surprisingly really well written and sweet. But I got my revenge by getting all the people who were cool with me to write "Faggot" in everyone's yearbook that they signed, so it's likely the entire year's worth of students have their yearbook calling them it, so I've dubbed them the "Year of the Fags and Fuckers." But the school was really cool and let me sign other people's yearbooks early. That was a mistake. Every single person in the year who had called me names? Yeah, they've got a page of their yearbook that's just a giant sketch of two girls fucking and the quote "Well, I might be a fag, but I bet you guys are the ones who fap to fags, so here ya go. Have fun." I left that year very satisfied with my legacy.
Highschool seniors are much more accepting of lesbians, I've found. They had their own campus separate from the other three years at the school I was at, and that was helpful. Maybe it's because that's when everyone is "experimenting" or something, but there were very few people there who were anti-gay. In fact, once it got out that I was gay, I actually had quite a few girls ask me out. And every single one I responded to the same way. I beckoned them closer, leaned up if they were taller or down in the rare cases they were shorter, put my lips right to their ear and whispered in my quietest voice, "I'm fourteen." That got rid of them pretty quick, but I'm pretty sure I made one girl a pedophile. See that girl who wrote me a poem the semester before? She was only a junior for that semester that I was one because she was a couple credits behind, so she moved to a senior when I did. She never did let up on trying to date me, even when she found out she was four years older than me. She was a pretty cool girl though, I hope she's doing okay now.

[Klaykid]

Isaac Reynolds

Name

Isaac Reynolds

Gender

Male

Age

Twenty-Three

Place of Birth

Harlan County, Kentucky

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Occupation

Swindler

Power

Probability Manipulation

Isaac can manipulate any outcome no matter how big or small it may be. Usually it is used to alter the probability of cards and dice in games of chance. However, if pressed enough, Isaac can alter the outcome of a bullet hitting him to even causing misfortune on others. Potentially, Isaac has the ability to control his fate and future. In plain terms, Isaac can cause events to happen or not to happen.

Cost of Power Use

Hemorrhaging

So, controlling your own fate is not easy. When Isaac uses his power it causes his body to hemorrhage. If it is something as simple as changing the outcome of dice or cards, it hardly affects Isaac. But something dramatic like altering the chance of getting shot at close range or altering the course of a vehicular accident will cause Isaac to bleed from his mouth, nose, and sometimes eyes. The damage done to Isaac depends on how dramatic he changes the probability of an event and the scale of the event itself.
Those near Isaac suffer the reverse of his probability manipulation. If the probability of an event increases in favor of Isaac, those around him will suffer a decrease in probability. The inverse is true. Is the probability of an event happening for Isaac decreases, those around him will suffer an increase in the probability of the event happening. You can say he drains the luck from everyone around him.
If the probability of an event happening is either 0% or 100%, it is impossible for Isaac to manipulate it. He is not able to bend the laws of reality itself. Everything he does is confined to the laws of physics.

Appearance

Isaac is a rather tall individual standing at 6'3 with brown hair kept at a mid fade and stubble growing all over his face evenly. His ears comically stick out at the sides and his eyes have a piercing glare many find uncomfortable. In reality, Isaac is not considered a handsome man by most. Doubled with his height, Isaac has a build of a man who has struggled for a living. He is on the lean side from constantly not having enough to eat and his eyes look worn and tired. He has small tattoos of the Roman numeral VII on his left wrist and a horseshoe on his right. His brand is located in the palm of his left hand.
Isaac tends to wear clothes that are typically unseen in his area of the woods. He tries his best to dress nice, though his clothes have obviously seen better days. The majority of the time, Isaac prefers to wear various shirts and ties with a light brown leather jacket, dark jeans, and steel-toe western boots that match the jacket. He also wears gloves to hide his brand. And if gloves are not on hand, he wraps his hands with cloth to mimic a hand injury.

Skills

Though he is not that intelligent compared to most, he can sneak his way in and out of dangerous situations verbally or physically. Though he cannot fish or hunt as well as his compatriots in Harlan, Isaac knows his way with a handgun. A skill that was earned the hard way. Because Isaac prefers to sneak his way out of dangerous situations, he is not a good fighter. Another useful skill Isaac has is mechanics, something earned with his fascination with vehicles. After all, his front yard is littered with broken vehicles.

Personality

As a conman, Isaac can change his disposition on the fly. However, his true self is very simple. All throughout his life, Isaac had to fend for himself. Thus, his natural state is very crude and rude. He is never courteous and is the exact opposite of nurturing. He only looks out for himself and everyone else is either a tool or a hindrance. It takes a lot to become a friend of Isaac, and the single friend he had was killed in a drug deal gone bad. But you can bet Isaac was as loyal as a dog to this person.
Because of the nature of his “job”, Isaac is in the habit of taking risks and is quite ambitious. Despite being self-controlled the majority of the time, sometimes an opportunity is too good to pass up. Isaac is very untrusting of everyone he meets and is a very dishonest man. An interesting fact is that Isaac feels sympathetic to many people, but that does not make him altruistic. Just the opposite, he will feel bad for you while saying “sucks to suck.”
Optimism is both a strong point and weak point of his. You can't be in the business of chance without believing in yourself and Lady Luck.

History

Isaac's misfortune began when he was born, destined to be a warrior of the streets. As a son of a prostitute, the boy lived his early life from the seclusion of his bedroom, and memorizing the numerous faces of the men that come and go from his home. His mother tried her best to keep her son away from the underbelly of the city, but when the entire town is Hell itself, it became impossible to keep pure from the corruption of the darkness in the hearts of man. Isaac spent many nights starving in the cold winter and scavenging for money in the dusty Harlan County streets. It was in the streets that Isaac learned his trade. It started with a pair of dice, upgraded into a pack of cards, soon Isaac had a whole collection of shell games and books detailing fight matches and dog fighting. By the time he turned fifteen, he was known around his block for being a traveling casino.
However, street gambling has its dangers. When people did not want to pay their debts, or if they felt cheated (and in many cases they were), they would come looking for Isaac. At sixteen Isaac joined a small time crime syndicate simply called The Six Four. With help from the 6-4, Isaac was able to protect himself and collect debts without much trouble. But he still kept himself armed at all times. His affiliation with the 6-4 came with consequences Isaac could not foresee. Those around him alienated him out of fear or simply did not want to affiliate with a gang member. This compounded a deep feeling of loneliness that grew like untamed weeds in the garden of his heart. The isolation ate away at him until he learned to seal himself away from all others except for his mother (whom he cares deeply for).
After he graduated from high school, his mother was killed in a home invasion in which Isaac was the intended target. Isaac was sent in a deep pool of despair, and on a wild Thursday night, he and a few members of the 6-4 went out in the morning twilight searching for heads. And they found their targets. It was known by some as the Bloody Morning or the Thursday War. But Isaac never fired a shot. Instead, he acted as a forward observer calling in locations and high value targets/areas for the 6-4. This proved to be fortunate for Isaac as well as his clean record when law enforcement became involved, Isaac was cleared from any involvement. He was considered an innocent bystander in such a violent mess.
He was there at Old Man Johnson's farm when shit hit the fan. With cards on the table and dice on hand, he slowly put together that his headaches were correlating with how badly he wanted the odds to be against his players. Isaac thought nothing of it until his luck turned around dramatically, and his body bled freely. Initially there was no worries from Isaac until Tillie Helton was killed. That was the wake up call he needed. Not even members of the 6-4 could, or would want to, protect him.

[Superman]

Ashton

Name: Ashton Conway

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Place of Birth:
Buckhead

Sexuality:
Straight (I know, how creative of me)

Relationship Status:
Playboy

Occupation:
Owner and CEL of Conway Industries, the largest producer of fire arms in the South East

Power:
Ashton's power is to allow his body to create extraordinary forces of power physically impossible to any other normal human. What does this exactly entail, you may ask? Things such as a punch that could put a hole through a wall. Steel plating. If hard enough, a building. Clap his hands together to create a sonic boom, slam his fist on the ground like a hulk smash, launch himself with one of his legs to hurl himself at a great speed or leap a great length. He can also use his power to create a force to negate another force. Shot with a bullet? Equal and opposite force exerted on it to stop it, smush it, send that bitch flying. Same for say a truck, but would require much for effort. The amount of effort he puts into each force wave, if you will, determines the power, area of effect, range, etc. It requires more power to have it reach farther and effect a wider area. To not completely screw himself, Ashton usually uses minimal force waves at precise intervals when necessary to minimize costs. However, if a desperate of enough situation arrives, he might need to King Kong that shit.

Cost of powers use:
Every time he uses his powers, a certain part of his body, depending on the part of the body that does the exertion, goes into temporary paralysis. The area of which is paralyzed, the severity, and how long depend on the amount of effort. If he, say, flicks a quarter through a wall, his two fingers may be extremely numb for a short amount of time. Seconds or minutes, depending on DM discretion. Punching a person so hard he flies across the street and into an old lady's flower shop? His whole arm would be completely paralyzed for a good length of time. Hopefully not an insane amount of time. And if he happens to full on line backer tackle a cruise ship? He'll be laying there for a little while. Probably wondering why he tackled a cruise ship.

Appearance:

Ashton

Ashton has dark brown hair, thick and lush, his naturally wavy hair is usually slick back like the picture is shown when being business like. More causally he will mess with it, gel it to the side, maybe go for the "just got out of bed" look, he enjoys styling his hair. His eyes are a bright blue, piercing and bright, it almost looks like they glow in a dark room. His skin is fair, although usually tanned due to the nice south sun, his skin is blemish free and usually clear for the most part. As for facial hair, he likes to keep a little bit of stubble, like a five o'clock shadow.

Broad shoulders, athletic build, standing in at 6'2 and 220 pounds, he's built like a football player. And, well, he was. In highschool he used to do lots of exercising and weight lifting, but in the last few years he has kept in shape at the home gym despite the very busy life of a businessman.

After "changing", a small symbol appeared dead center in his chest. It's three small black shapes, similar to the black half of a ying yang symbol. They are arranged in a circular pattern, it's about the size of a quarter. When a parts of his body is paralyzed, the symbols duplicate and create a trail to the paralyzed area, where the symbols cover it.

Skills:
Ashton was a business man for a short time, living with his dad all his life, as well as being a quarterback in high school and captain of many sports teams including basketball, football, baseball, and volleyball in high school. Debate team, scholastic scrimmage, he is a leader through and through. He likes to call audibles on the play, lead the charge, and do things his own way. Usually they're good ideas, he's a bright guy, but not all his ideas are good. Even if he thinks they are. Besides the obvious athletic skills, being the owner of a large gun producer, he's been shooting guns since he was a little kid. He's not some top marksman shoot somebody half a mile away, but he's shot a gun before.

Personality:
A kid who is rich, got whatever he wanted it when he wanted it. Didn't see his parents much, went to a private school. Some spoiled rich kid right? Confident, cocky, pretentious asshole. For the most part, all of this is true. However, since the incident, his life as he knew it had been crashing down around him. Shame, humility, being humble was a hard thing to do. Ashton never knew how to shut up sometimes. He's faced situations where money would not help, and it sucked. Right now he has a better than everybody else attitude that is slowly being unraveled by the "oh shit" symptoms. Some things like deep emotional bonds are lost to him. Yes he's good with people, has an addictive personality, flirty, charming. But beyond that mask of illusion he is an empty shell emotionally, relying on pure raw lust as romantic emotion and having a loose concept of family and close friends. The closest thing to friend he could think of was trade partners. This hallow emotional shell is slowly creeping to the surface, and the reality check is starting to put him in check. He tries to put up his swagger and confident and put up this big front, just to hide that behind the wall there is nothing holding it up.

History: Born and raised in Buckhead, Ashton had a silver spoon in his mouth. His father was the founder on Conway industries, and his mother was an ex-model trophy wife. The two of them were always on trips and vacations and meetings, so Ashton bounced around several maids and servants to raise him in a big penthouse. He was very distant from his parents as a child, and saw them sparsely as they would come home between their travels, hug him goodbye, and then leave again.

School was normal for Ashton, at least, normal for going to the most expensive private school and getting a personal tutor. At the age of 12 his mom was diagnosed with cancer and shortly died, leaving his father his only parent. The death of his mother was saddening, but not as traumatic as it should be, considering he never really saw her. He turned to sports to get his mind off of things, deciding to spend his time taking advantage of his natural athletic ability. At the times he was home, his father actual did spend time with him, but it was just talk of business deals and offers, about his work. It was things he would say to his now deceased wife and had nobody left to tell, needing an outlet. However, all this business talk and strategies would help later on, and his father once told him that down the road he would pass the business onto him once Ashton went to college.

At the age of 16 life was good, he had already won state championship for football being the quarterback, had a pretty girlfriend, good grades, experimenting with drugs at parties and drinking, driving a Lamborghini around. Life was good, but then some adult shit hit the fan. His dad died of a car accident and the family business was being left to him when he turned 18, the company being run by the Vice President, whom Ashton considered a friend. Ashton squeezed the last two years of blissful highschool goodness he could before he got thrown into the business world, going straight from high school and running his own business. His father's teaching helped, along with the Vice President, and he spent two straight years in the constant cycle.

Once the gala incident hit, everything changed. Ashton soon lost a lot of his business, so he had to leave the business to his Vice President again to stop the loss of profits. His girlfriend flat out dumped him as soon as it happened, and once a girl knew what he was, he wanted nothing to do with him. Fewer and fewer stores and banks let him in, and he found himself driving his Lamborghini in circles around the city. He grew up with material things filling his life, family and friends and love were things he did not need. Or so he thought. Now, his money got him nothing. He was a freak. Alone. A depressed, lonely, shell of a man in a Lamborghini and a several thousand dollar business suit. There was no amount of money that could buy his life back now.

[Melandrach]

Franky Owen

Name: Franky Owen

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Place of Birth: San Francisco, California

Sexuality:
Asexual (homoromantic)

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Unemployed

Power:
Combo Empowerment - Franky become stronger, with each successive hit she lands on an opponent. If there is a miss, however, she resets. But after five consecutive hits, she would be strong enough to knock unconscious someone twice her size.

Cost of powers use:
She has to draw blood from herself in order to access her powers, and each successive hit requires more blood. After 10 hits (regardless of whether she misses or hits her opponent), she will have lost enough blood to lose consciousness.

Appearance:
Franky tends to dress and conduct herself in a masculine fashion, and hence, is constantly mistaken for being male. She is tall and has a slightly muscular build, and an average weight (neither overweight nor under). She has blond hair cut short, and a fair complexion with grey eyes. Her favourite clothes are T-shirts, sweaters, jackets, jeans and sneakers, though if she needs to dress up, she has enough collared shirts for that.

Skills: She is physically strong, and has a strong endurance due to her training in sports.

Personality:
Franky is rather aloof; she tends to keep her distance from people and does not have a forthcoming nature. She has a very abrupt way of speaking, coming across as curt or rude.

At the same time, she is benevolent, and usually means well despite her outward appearance. She is a highly disciplined individual, and has a very controlled way of behaving and working.

She is rather enigmatic, and it is difficult to understand her inner person based on her outward appearance.

History:
Franky's given name is Francesca Elizabeth Owen, and as soon as she was old enough to experience embarrassment she shortened it to Franky, which she has ever since been called. She was born in San Francisco, California, to an upper-class family consisting of a banker father, a socialite mother, and a sister three years her elder. Unfortunately for Franky, her elder sister (named Michelle) was considered an outstanding beauty, with beautiful golden curls, a tall figure and an innocent face and Franky, who was plain in comparison to that, tended to be unfavorably compared by those who knew the Owen family. Unfortunately for Franky, Michelle was also an outstanding student, and everyone who met her liked her.

Due to the busy lifestyles of her parents, Michelle and Franky were left alone in the care of nurses and tutors. Both sisters did not get along at all, due to a clashing of personalities, and as Michelle was the favoured child due to her appearance and demeanor, Franky learnt from young to hide her true feelings from other people, instead appearing outwardly calm and unconcerned, resulting in a very controlled individual.

At age 10, Michelle and Franky were relocated to Atlanta, Georgia, when their father received a position that enabled the family to live in luxury, attending good schools and associating with those of a similar status. At 15, Franky had enough of living under Michelle's shadow and broke out, in a way. She cut her hair extremely short, and started dressing in men's fashion, taking on a masculine demeanor, much to the chagrin of her parents. She quickly became the black sheep of the family, and it was with much relief that she was packed off to university (having received adequate grades) to study sports management, for she had always been interested in sports and wished to work in fitness.

When she finally graduated, she and her friends decided to go on a road trip to celebrate, which was how she wound up in Harlan County, Kentucky. On that fateful day, she had been on her own exploring when her powers started manifesting. Her friends grew fearful of her (as well as the other power manifestations occurring in the area), and quickly left, stranding her in the area, where she has been ever since.

[SheriffLlama]

DeMarcus Aaron Blake

Name: Demarcus Aaron Blake

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Place of Birth:
Born and raised in Harlan

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Works in a Saw Mill, about 10 Minutes outside of town

Power:
Physical Enhancement - DeMarucs’ ability, when activated can amplify his physical strength and speed, nearly five times his normal strength (He is very strong, even without his abilities). His enhancement can last anywhere from 30-40 minutes at most.

Cost of powers use:
A single use of his power nearly shuts his entire body down, and the more he channels his additional strength, the worse the effects are. His body basically becomes paralyzed for about an hour, and even after he recovers from the paralysis, his strength is completely gone, and takes nearly 12-Hours to fully restore to normal. Essentially, the harder he pushes his enhanced strength, the longer the paralysis, and the longer he takes to recover. If he were to max out, he would most likely stay paralyzed in a coma-state for nearly a full day, and wouldn’t recover for at least two additional days. His strength is incredible, but it comes at a crippling cost.

Appearance: DeMarcus is a large guy, standing at 6’7 and weighing around 250 pounds. His body is mostly muscular, the result of years of football, basketball, and personal training. He has brown-skin, much to the dislike of many Harlan residents, and brown eyes. His hair is black with a mohawk-undercut hairstyle with blonde fringes.

Skills:
Strength - DeMarcus is a very strong guy, and can bench a full 250 pounds at 20 reps
Stamina - Being very athletic, he can run or work for a long time without stopping
Running - In his years of working out, his long strides and strong muscles make him a very fast runner.

Personality: DeMarcus is a complicated guy. He has a temper, although he is well aware of his problem. He tries his absolute best not to lose his composure, especially around his sister, Parker. Parker is his main weakness, and he could never be angry with her. His entire goal in life is to keep her safe and make sure she accomplishes her best, hoping that one day they can make it out of their crappy hometown to find a better life. Being well aware of his own inhibitions, he intentionally keeps himself calm, so it takes a good bit to genuinely rile him up. The quickest way to blow his fuse is to mess with his little sister.

History:
The son of a diner waitress, DeMarcus grew up to be very poor. His mother, Sonya, was a single parent, but she did her best to give him everything that she could. She sometimes worked several shifts, and worked late into the night. DeMarcus saw his mother’s work ethic as he grew up and learned to be just like her, giving her best in everything she did.

Unfortunately, DeMarcus and his mother were two of a whopping total of 5 African Americans in Harlan. Smack-dab in nowheresville, Sonya and some others suspected several towns members were involved with the KKK. They’d never been done any real harm, but they had been threatened many times. Despite the hate, there were plenty of people who thought well of Sonya and DeMarcus. Thankfully, they weren’t the most-scorned residents of the town.

Above them on the judgment-meter was a local crack-addict by the name of Amber Callies. She lived in a house that wreaked of crack and marijuana and was known for taking commission for showing a gentleman a good time. Sonya Blake was always kind to Amber, always prayed for her, and always tried to do good by her. Amber, however, found herself in the unfortunate situation of becoming pregnant from one of her “customers,” and ended up having a child in her house, aided only by her current boyfriend. Born at 28 weeks, Amber’s baby girl came through a complicated delivery which ultimately took the woman’s life. Despite the early birth and the dangers of taking drugs while pregnant, the baby survived. Amber Callie’s boyfriend left her at the doorstep of the town’s fire station. Because of the baby’s mother, no one wanted to take her in.

Sonya Blake decided that she was going to take that baby and raise it like her own. Demarcus liked having a sister, and did his part to help take care of her, too. Being 8 years older than his new sister, he often watched her while his mom was working. They named the baby girl, “Parker Nazjae,” after Sonya’s mother.

Demarcus’ life continued normally for what could be considered such in Harlan. He was an athlete all throughout highschool, and probably would’ve gone to college to play football in Georgia. Unfortunately, in his senior year of high-school, his mother passed away from a heart attack, leaving DeMarcus and Parker alone in Harlan. Instead of going to college, DeMarcus stayed in Harlan to take care of his sister. He worked odd jobs for a while and landed a steady job at a lumber mill outside of town.

One night when Parker snuck out to a party at Old Man Johnson’s farm, DeMarcus went to get her. That’s when both of them changed, and they found themselves with incredible abilities.

Parker Nazjae Blake

Name: Parker Nazjae Blake

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Place of Birth:
Born and Raised in Harlan

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single (Probably forever, if you ask her)

Occupation:
Diner Waitress

Power:
Parker has the ability to view the world through the eyes of another. By linking her mind to another living thing, she can see everything that they see. For instance, if a bird is flying overhead, she can see a literal bird's-eye-view. She can only hold this for a maximum of five minutes before she blacks out.

Cost of powers use:
Ironically, the projection of her own sight into another renders her temporarily blind, and leaves her senses raw, almost as if she had a concussion. The longer she inhabits other people’s eyes, the longer the blindness and concussion lasts. If she pushes herself too far, the pain will send her into a temporary coma state.

Appearance: Hilariously smaller than her adopted brother, Parker stands at a very intimidating 4’11, and weighs about 100 pounds, soaking wet. She has dark red hair, cut off at her shoulders, and pale skin that surrounds her hazel eyes.

Skills: Photography and Procrastination

Personality: Parker is a very energetic, sparky teenager. With all the symptoms that come with ADHD, Parker can be a bit much for some people. Parker is very smart and has rarely made a bad grade in her high school career. Though she is easily distracted, she is ridiculously determined when she sets her mind on a goal. Parker is a very creative girl, hence her interest in photography, and she shamelessly expresses her mind when she needs to.

History: In a small town like Harlan, nearly everyone knows Parker’s tragic backstory. Her mother, Amber Callies, was the town’s local crack-addict, and was constantly the outlet for people to throw their judgement. When Amber became pregnant with Parker, no one thought the baby would survive. Complications with her drug addiction and other health issues led to a problematic delivery, which happened in the house she was squatting in with her at-the-time boyfriend. The issues led to Amber’s death during the delivery, and Parker barely surviving the birth.

Amber’s boyfriend, Parker’s biological father, left her on the doorstep of the fire station that morning and was never seen again. The firemen at the station immediately took Parker to the hospital fair. When the police found Amber’s body in the abandoned home, they put two and two together and everyone knew who Parker’s mother was. With this information public, no one was willing to take the baby girl into their home. Before they took her to the closet orphanage, a local woman named Sonya Blake decided to adopt her. The town’s low opinion of Amber Callie carried down to her daughter, and Sonya Blake’s skin color did not help. Being 2 of 5 African Americans in the whole town, the public opinion of Parker was not helped. Sonya gave Parker her full name, “Parker Nazjae Blake.”

As Parker got older, some people in town criticized her for her family. The kids in her elementary school made fun of her because she was a white girl with “a name from africa.” The town’s prejudiced residents didn’t do much to disparage Parker, but their talk did constantly echo through their kids. Thankfully, the discrimination came in the form of dirty looks or resentment, as most of the racists in town were too cowardly to act on their hate. Though it happened, Parker was too young to fully comprehend the meaning of what was happening.

When Parker was 11, Sonya became very sick with a horrible infection in her respiratory system and died a few weeks later because she did not receive proper medical treatment. Sonya’s son, DeMarcus was left to take care of Parker by himself. The two siblings grew drastically closer in the first year following their mother’s death. Though they weren’t related by blood, their was no one that either of them cared about more.

Right out of High-School Demarcus went to work at a lumber mill outside of Harlan and made enough money to provide enough for himself and Parker. Parker, meanwhile, tried to grow up without a mother, and her only parental figure being her brother. With her unconventional adolescent life, Parker had to teach herself things that a mother would normally teach her daughter (like how to care for herself, how to behave like a lady, etc.)

In middle, school Parker found that she could channel her emotions into creativity. She became interested in art, but she quickly discovered that she sucked at all kinds of painting and drawing. Her freshman year of high-school, she joined a photography class and instantly fell in love with it. She adored taking pictures and spent a lot of her time doing it. While she got to use the school’s camera at times she wanted one that she could have to herself. She spent the entire summers of 9th and 10th grade to save up enough money to buy a high-quality camera and a couple added pieces of equipment. For a while it helped her find beauty in the world. At times her camera helped her ignore the crap that happened around them.

Parker was a “good kid” and had always followed the rules that DeMarcus had set out for both of their sakes. The first time she ever blatantly broke DeMarcus’ rules, she snuck out to go to a party at Old Man Johnson’s farm. Unfortunately for her DeMarcus wasn’t stupid and he found exactly where she was and went to get her. It was at the farm when they all changed and gained their new abilities. She was with a boy on the edge of the farm, when her vision went black and she saw herself through his eyes, leaving her with a horrible migraine. When DeMarcus showed up and demanded she come home with him, the boy and his friends tried to stand up to him. When one of them shoved him, he accidently sent him flying into the side of a truck, breaking one of his shoulders. None of the other boys even tried to fight him after what they’d seen, and he assumed none of them told anyone out of fear, since he’d not been bothered again.

[Ayame]

Hunter

Name:
Hunter Carter

Gender:
Male

Age:
28

Place of Birth:
Buckhead

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Doctor


Power:
Hunter has Geokinesis, or the ability to Earthbend. Geokinesis is the psychic ability to move earth or earth molecules, including sand, rocks and minerals. Being able to control earth, Hunter can do a range of things, including create sinkholes, sandstorms, hurling boulders and creating landforms. There are a few levels of his ability. The lower the level, the simpler the ability, the less cost involved. Here are the levels:

1 ~ Simple things like creating and hurling boulders, creating earth shields, creating sinkholes and quicksand.
2 ~ Small sandstorm (0 - 20234 metres squared)
3 ~ Large sandstorm (20234+ metres squared)
4 ~ Simple landforms, like caves or a house for two people
5 ~ Moderate landforms, like a house for 6 people.
6 ~ Larger landforms, like a small mansion.

Quicksand and sinkholes require the assistance of his sister Jezebel, but not always. With the assistance of Jezebel, the cost is lower. Sandstorms require the assistance of his sister Alia, but not always. With the assistance of Alia, the cost is lower.

Cost of powers use:
The cost of power depends on the level of power for Hunter. The longer he uses his level 1 powers, the higher the cost. Here are the levels:

1 ~ Energy, but only a small amount.
2 ~ Energy, and a rather significant amount if used on his own. He could possibly pass out if he hasn’t eaten. If used with Alia, the energy level will only amount to a level 1.
3 ~ Energy, and a significant amount if used on his own. He will pass out with the possibility of haemorrhaging, depending on the size. He will wake up 12 hours. If used with Alia, the energy level will only amount to a level 2.
4 ~ Energy, and such a significant amount, he will pass out, including light haemorrhaging from his nose and mouth. He will wake up after 24 hours.
5 ~ Energy, and a significant amount of it. He will pass out, including moderate haemorrhaging from his nose, mouth, ears and eyes. He will wake up after 36 hours.
6 ~ Energy, and a significant amount of it. He will pass out, including heavy haemorrhaging from his nose, mouth, ears and eyes. He will wake up after 48 hours.

Appearance:


Hunter is a tall, sturdy looking man, with green eyes, and dark brown hair. He is roughly 6’5”, and weighs 194lbs. He has broad shoulders, and an athletic build, but he’s not that big in terms of muscle. He’s not beefy. Hunter is just sturdy-looking, and seems grounded.

He always seems to have a 5 o’clock shadow. His hair is cropped close to his skull, making him look younger than he is. His green eyes are more like a green crystal, rather than a green gem, and seem to sparkle when he smiles. He has a dimple on his cheek that is only visible when he is truly smiling, which is how you can tell whether his smile is fake or not.

Skills:
Medicine: Hunter has medicinal skills. He learnt how to identify herbs, and make concoctions to help heal a person. He also went to medical school to learn about medicines, and how to diagnose a patient.

Archery: Hunter is skilled in archery. Learning how to hunt as a young boy, Hunter had to learn how to use a bow.

Self-defense: Hunter learnt how to protect himself growing up. He actually learnt how to box, so that he could look after his younger siblings if they needed protection.

Personality:
Hunter is a calm, responsible person. He is always the more mature one, being the eldest of his family. He is surprisingly stubborn though, and can act rather immaturely if his stubbornness gets in the way. He is friendly, yet cold at the same time. He can befriend you, but he won’t trust you, unless you prove to him that you can be trusted.

He is brave, always looking out for his younger siblings, always protecting them. If you mess with one sibling, you mess with them all, so be prepared. Hunter will never go into a fight without analysing the probabilities first, but if you mess with his family, all caution is out the window, and you’ll have to deal with a furious Hunter.

An angry Hunter is a scary Hunter. He is smart to begin with, but scary Hunter is even smarter. He’s not foolish, and will never be foolish in any fight. You need to be very careful when you’re facing an angry Hunter. He’s unpredictable. Hunter is only truly warm when he’s around his brother and sisters. If you compare Hunter with his friends to Hunter with his siblings, you can see a major difference.

When around his siblings, Hunter is sweet, kind, understanding, and gentle. He is always incredibly nice, and would do anything for them. That doesn’t mean he acts like a slave though. If they step out of line, Hunter has no problem with putting them in their place.
When around his patients, Hunter is sincere and friendly, but there’s always that cold wall that he keeps up. He doesn’t want to get close to them, as anyone can easily turn against you, even if they’re your friend. He understands this concept, and protects himself with whatever measure he can.

Hunter has a set mindset, and it is hard to change his mind. It is hard for him to say that he is wrong. When he does apologise, he does so reluctantly, looking like a perturbed school kid, rather than a 28 year old man. It is in these instances that he acts immaturely, but then they’re so rare, you don’t realise he has an immature bone in his body.

Hunter likes to play games, especially with his siblings. He is always asking riddles that they must answer, and each time someone answers correct, he does something for them. He loves reading, archery, writing and learning. He believes that knowledge is the key to everything.

History:
Hunter grew up in Buckhead, the eldest son of farmers. He grew up on a farm, waking up early, going to school, looking after his younger siblings. He grew up with responsibility. Hunter had two childhood friends he could consider his best friends, one male, one female. They went through elementary, middle and high school together.

Reaching high school, Hunter fell in love with the female, and they decided to date. Unknown to him, the female was in love with his other best friend, and vice versa. They went behind his back for two whole years, until nearing the end of the school year, one day before graduation, Hunter found out about them.

Furious, and humiliated, Hunter cut all ties with his two best friends, only to be comforted by his brother and sisters. He realised at that point, that outsiders will never be truly there for you. You can only rely on yourself and your family. Even then, he considered his extended family as people he could rely on.

It was when he was twenty that he found out you can only rely on your intermediate family. He found that his extended family were taking money from his parents, making living harder for them. He confronted his extended family, and they all made up excuses. They never helped his parents in return, and that made him angry.

He learnt archery since the age of eight, and boxing since he was 12. When he was 21, his mother died from cancer, and when he was 22, his father had an accident with horses, and was crushed underfoot.

Talon

Name:
Talon Carter

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Place of Birth:
Buckhead

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Horse Riding Teacher


Power:
Talon has Pyrokinesis, or the ability to Firebend. Pyrokinesis is the psychic ability to manipulate fire. Being able to control fire, Talon can do a range of things, including create fireballs, walls, weapons etc. He cannot create fire, so he always has a lighter on him. There are a few levels of his ability. The lower the level, the simpler the ability, the less cost involved. Here are the levels:

1 ~ Simple things like creating fireballs, small walls (less than 1km) and weapons like daggers and swords.
2 ~ Medium walls (1-5km)
3 ~ Fire vortex
4 ~ Large walls (5km plus)
5 ~ Large fire vortex

The fire walls and vortex require the assistance of his sister Alia, but not always. With the assistance of Alia, the cost is lower.

Cost of powers use:
The cost of power depends on the level of power for Talon. The longer he uses his level 1 powers, the higher the cost. Here are the levels:

1 ~ A drop of blood added to a flame, and a small amount of energy.
2 ~ Two drops added to a flame, and some energy that leaves him drained for 6 hours. If help from Alia occurs, cost is of level 1.
3 ~ Three drops of blood at three points in a circle of fire, and some energy that leaves him drained for 24 hours. There is a possibility of haemorrhaging. If help with Alia occurs, cost is of level 2.
4 ~ Four drops of blood added to a flame, and energy that leaves him drained for 36 hours. Haemorrhaging occurs from nose and mouth. If help with Alia occurs, cost is of Level 3.
5 ~ Five drops of blood at five points in a circle of fire, and some energy that leaves him drained for 48 hours. Haemorrhaging occurs from nose, mouth, ears and eyes. If help from Alia occurs, cost is of Level 4.

Appearance:


Talon is just a little shorter to his brother, at 6’4”, weighing at 194lbs. He is a red head with greenish-brown eyes, making his eyes look hazel than green. His eyes are like his grandmother’s. He is always smiling around his siblings, but scowls when he’s around everyone else.

His hair is cropped close to his skull, and it’s curly. He always seems to have a 5 o’clock shadow, just like his brother. He has narrower shoulders, but an athletic build, as well as not being that big in terms of muscle. He’s more slender. Talon has a dimple in each cheek whenever he smiles, and it lights up his face.

Skills:
Self-defence: Talon learnt how to protect himself, and his younger sisters just in case Hunter wasn’t around. He learnt how to box just like his older brother. It helped him feel closer to his brother, learning something his brother learnt.

Teacher: Talon became a teacher. He decided to become a riding instructor, as he learnt everything he could about horses, since it’s one of the things he loves, and wanted to teach others how to ride, especially he lived on a farm.

Kendo/Fencing: Talon wanted to learn Kendo, or fencing for fun. He thought that some additional skills to his boxing would be good, in case boxing wasn’t enough. That way, if he has to use a weapon, he can use it efficiently.

Personality:
Talon is a fierce, and fiery man. He’s a little childish at times, and can hold a grudge for a long time. Talon is the prankster of the family. If you’re subjected to a prank, you’ll automatically know its Talon.

Like his red hair suggests, Talon is very easy to anger. He is so full of fire he can blow up just as easily as he can calm down. Most of the time, it takes his younger sisters to calm him down. Like his older brother, he believes if you mess with one sibling, you mess with them all. He is constantly fighting, not caring who and what the outcome might be.

In a fight, Talon is rash, and can be hasty, meaning a lot of times he will end up on the ground. But what he lacks in patience, he makes up in determination. He is the most determined guy you’ll find. You can see it in his eyes that he’ll never stop trying until he’s unconscious, or near dead.

Other than his anger issues, Talon is rather bright, probably more so than his older brother, but he hates applying himself if the topic is something he hates. He would rather do the things he loves, than living a life doing the things he hates. He’s always wanted to teach others things, mix that with his love of horses, and you get a horse riding instructor.

When he’s made a mistake, Talon will easily say he’s sorry. He will apologise for his mistakes, and if he is in the wrong, he will man up, and pay the consequence. He hates anyone outside his intermediate family, and will always scowl at them. He finds the world a greedy place, and protects his heart with thick walls.

History:
Talon grew up in Buckhead, the second eldest of farmers. He grew up on a farm, waking up early, going to school, looking after his younger sisters. He grew up with only one best friend, but they were tight until after high school.

Seeing what love did to his older brother, Talon didn’t want to go down the same road, but he did. He fell in love with a girl in his grade one he thought was too good for him. He loved to fight, and was considered the delinquent of the school at the time.

The girl took her time to get to know him though, and he fell for her. The only problem though, was the fact that it was all a lie. 6 months into their relationship, Talon found out that she was sleeping with his best friend. His best friend was apparently sick of him, and so decided to try to humiliate Talon, by getting a girl to say she likes him, before breaking his heart.

Angry, and humiliated, Talon beat up his so called best friend, and closed his heart with even thicker walls. He refuses to let anyone in. Talon had always been an observant child, and knew exactly what his extended family was like, which is why he never liked them. He would always hideaway whenever they came over.

Talon has made quite the name for himself as a playboy. He sleeps with a different girl every other night, and it is only once. He always remembers faces, and never sleeps with the same girl twice. He thinks all girls are like the one that betrayed him... except for his sisters, of course. He would never let any guy date his younger sisters without his approval.

He learnt boxing and kendo when he was 9. When he was 18, his mother died of cancer, and when he was 19, his father had an accident with horses, and was crushed underfoot.

Jezebel

Name:
Jezebel Carter

Gender:
Female

Age:
22

Place of Birth:
Buckhead

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Flower supplier


Power:
Jezebel has Hydrokinesis, or the ability to waterbend. Hydrokinesis is the psychic ability to control and manipulate a group of atoms in water and influence its flow. Being able to control water, Jezebel can do a range of things, including change the direction of water, change the state of water, form the water in whatever shape she wishes, and control liquids other than water, like blood. There are a few levels of her ability. The lower the level, the simpler the ability, the less cost involved. Here are the levels:

1 ~ Simple things like changing the direction of water... preferably fresh water.
2 ~ Creating whirlpools
3 ~ Changing the state of water
4 ~ Controlling other liquids
5 ~ Creating light rain
6 ~ Creating a storm
7 ~ Creating a tsunami
8 ~ Creating a hurricane (0-7 on the Beaufort scale)
9 ~ Creating a hurricane (8-10 on the Beaufort scale)
10 ~ Creating a hurricane (11+ on the Beaufort scale)

The rain, storm and hurricane require the assistance of her sister Alia, but not always. With the assistance of Alia, the cost is lower.

Cost of powers use:
The cost of power depends on the level of power for Jezebel. The longer she uses her level 1 powers, the higher the cost. Here are the levels:

1 ~ A small amount of energy.
2 ~ Energy only a fraction larger than level 1.
3 ~ Energy quadruple the size of level 2.
4 ~ Energy quadruple the size of level 3.
5 ~ A lot of energy that leaves her drained for 3 hours. With the help of Alia, the cost is only that of a level 4.
6 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 12 hours. With the help of Alia, the cost is only that of a level 5.
7 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 24 hours with the possibility of haemorrhaging.
8 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 48 hours with the certainty of haemorrhaging from the nose and mouth. With the help of Alia, the cost is only that of a level 7.
9 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 60 hours with the certainty of haemorrhaging from the nose, mouth, eyes and ears. With the help of Alia, the cost is only that of a level 8.
10 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 72 hours with the certainty of heavy haemorrhaging from the nose, mouth, ears and eyes. With the help of Alia, the cost is only that of a level 7.

Appearance:


Jezebel is a short woman compared to her brothers of about 5’3”, weighing 100lbs. She has dark brown hair that’s wavy with a few curls, falling to her waist. Her eyes are a piercing electric blue. She smiles at anyone and everyone.

Jezebel has a paler skin tone compared to the rest of her family. She is slender, with an athletic build, but she’s not masculine. She remains feminine, even with the slight muscles on her arms and legs. She has long eyelashes, and full lips.

Skills:
Archery: Jezebel wanted to learn one thing that her older brother learnt, so she decided on archery. She loved the idea of hunting with a bow and arrow, and was more than willing to learn off her brother.

Kendo/Fencing: Kendo or fencing was what she wanted to learn from her other brother. She loved the idea of being able to defend herself with any weapon she may come across.

Botanist: Jezebel wanted to learn anything and everything about plants. She wanted to help her sister know what they can eat, not eat or help her brother with what can be used as medication.

Personality:
Jezebel is a happy-go-lucky girl. She’s bright, cheerful, and bubbly, but not air-headed. She’s incredibly friendly and rather naive when it comes to trusting others. She’s quite sweet and innocent too.

Unlike other girls, Jezebel doesn’t think about getting a boyfriend. She’d rather be with her brothers and sister, mucking around outside. She doesn’t care about the way she dresses, or whether she ends up dirty or not.

Jezebel is a real tomboy, loving the fact that she can climb trees. She’s not like Talon or Alia though, learning parkour. Instead she tends to climb trees to read in them. She loves flowers, which is why she is a flower supplier. She loves learning about all of the meanings for each flower.

Jezebel doesn’t get angry at all. No one has ever seen her mad or annoyed. She just laughs everything off, not seeming to care. The truth is though Jezebel is a really sensitive person. She cries each time someone is mean to her, though she does it in private.

History:
Jezebel grew up in Buckhead, coming before the youngest. She grew up on a farm, waking up early, going to school, looking after her baby sister. She had many friends, but never a close friend.

There’s not much to Jezebel’s history. She loved following her older brothers around, annoying them. She especially loved learning how to prank them from Talon.

She never had a boyfriend growing up, since her brothers kept boys away from her. She started learning archery and kendo from the age of 10. She learnt how to ride a horse, and help around the farm since the age of 5.

Her mother died of cancer when she was 15, and when she was 16, her father had an accident with horses, and was crushed underfoot. She was raised by her older brothers ever since.

Alia

Name:
Alia Carter

Gender:
Female

Age:
19

Place of Birth:
Buckhead

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Nurse/Student


Power:
Alia has Aerokinesis, or the ability to airbend. Aerokinesis is the psychic ability to manipulate and control surrounding air molecules. Being able to control air, Alia can move the elemental gases, such as oxygen, carbon, nitrogen and hydrogen. She can also create gusts of wind, lift objects, and create tornados. There are a few levels of her ability. The lower the level, the simpler the ability, the less cost involved. Here are the levels:

1 ~ Controlling the flow of air.
2 ~ Creating gusts of wind.
3 ~ Lifting objects
4 ~ Creating a gale.
5 ~ Creating a tornado.
6 ~ Creating a cyclone.

Cost of powers use:
The cost of power depends on the level of power for Alia. The longer she uses her level 1 powers, the higher the cost. Here are the levels:

1 ~ A small amount of energy.
2 ~ Energy only a fraction larger than level 1.
3 ~ Energy 20 times larger than level 2.
4 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 3 hours.
5 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 24 hours with the possibility of haemorrhaging (depending on how many she makes).
6 ~ Energy that leaves her drained for 48 hours with the certainty of haemorrhaging from her mouth and nose. There’s the possibility of more haemorrhaging, depending on the size.

Appearance:


Alia is a short girl compared to her siblings of about 4’10, weighing approximately100lbs. She has red hair like her brother Talon, and stormy grey eyes like her grandfather. She doesn’t seem to smile much.

Alia is slender, with an athletic build, but she’s not masculine. She’s quite feminine, with more curves than her older sister. She has a beautiful flower tattoo on her left shoulder.

Skills:
Parkour: Alia loved watching her brother when it came to parkour, and so she decided to learn for herself. She loves the feeling of flying over obstacles.

Cook: Since everyone else was busy, Alia decided to learn how to cook, as the youngest. She learns how to cook all sorts of foods, as well as bake.

Throwing Knives: Growing up Alia wanted to become a ninja. She enjoyed learning parkour so much she decided to learn how to throw knives as well. It suits her well, as she can use some knife skills in the kitchen.

Personality:
Alia is rather cold to outsiders. She doesn’t particularly care. She has this indifferent feeling to her. She’s serious and tough. When talking to others, she has this blank look on her fact, as if she were bored of everything. It can really unnerve people.

She doesn’t care for boyfriends, and like her older sister, she’s something of a tomboy, bouncing around all day. Being 19, she’s full of life and energy when on the farm, away from people.

Alia is a very bright and intelligent girl. She is always working hard, and wants to help her eldest brother by becoming a nurse. She loves to study, and tries her hardest to make her older siblings proud.

History:
Alia grew up in Buckhead, the youngest of four. She grew up on a farm, waking up early, going to school. She didn’t have any friends, probably because of the influence of her older brothers, as they raised her.

She was 12 when her mother died of cancer, and 13 when her father had an accident with horses, and was crushed underfoot, so you can see the effect her brothers had on her life, raising her for the past 7 years.

She learnt how to ride a horse, and help around the farm since the age of 5, and learnt parkour and knife throwing at the age of 13.