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| GM: Lord Wraith | Co-GM: BlackSam3091 | Genre: Superhuman, Modern Fantasy | Type: Linear, Sandbox |


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| HYPER HUMANS: |
Homo-Virium
"Hype"


Humanity has been constantly evolving and adapting to the world around them for centuries upon centuries. Even now, humanity is undergoing major changes as a new race makes itself known.

After millennia of Earth being routinely doused in what is known as coronal mass ejections, the side effects are starting to show. The coronal mass ejections or CMEs, are a massive burst of solar wind and magnetic fields being released into space and often directly at Earth. Carried within these events are high energy particles and it is these particles which have begun to cause humanity to change and develop new and sometimes unfathomable abilities.

The resulting effect of the high energy particles is an evolution that was first mistaken for a mutation and coined as the condition 'Viriumosis'. As research continued, it was realized that the mutation was not a temporary condition but the start of a new species as the 'Homo-Virium' was not the result of disease but rather was born with their abilities. The genetic difference became known as the 'Hype-Gene' or 'Hype-Factor' and was most common in families with a long spanning ancestry and history. The 'Hype-Gene' was a culminative result of high energy particles stored within the donating parent's chromosomes which resulted in the creation of the 'Hype-Gene' in their offspring. As such, a human born without a 'Hype-Gene' cannot develop Hyperhuman abilities no matter how many high energy particles they absorb throughout their life, however their offspring may be a Hyperhuman. The 'Hype-Gene' isn't exclusively carried within either sex but is a dominant gene within both ensuring that the child of a Hyperhuman will indeed be one themselves. Studies are inconclusive whether powers levels are greater or equal within children who have two Hyperhuman parents. Despite the fact that the 'Hype-Gene' takes a dominant role during the embryo's development, it remains practically undetectable until puberty as it lays in a dormant state until puberty. During puberty, the overwhelming release of hormones awakens the dormant 'Hype-Gene' which then begins to develop super-human abilities within the host.

There’s an estimated one Hyperhuman per every million humans on Earth. This is expected to double in the next ten years and continue on this path until eventually make up the majority of the Earth’s population within the next hundred years.



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"I'm not wearing tights."

| NAME(S): |
Ezekiel William Jernigan​

Nicknames
Zeke,
Zee,
Zekey(When he was younger he was often referred to as 'Zekey', an unfortunate nickname which some of his family still refer to him as.)

| ALIAS(ES): |
Grey

| D.O.B.: |
05/18/1994 (Saying the current year is 2015)

| AGE: |
21

| SEX: |
Male

| SEXUALITY: |
Heterosexual

| APPEARANCE: |
Zeke is a fairly in shape young man standing roughly 5'-10" and at a weight of roughly 168lbs. He has kind seafoam green eyes which hide his brutal nature and make him seem far more trustworthy than he ought to be. Usually found unshaven, though with a trimmed five o'clock shadow, he hasn't yet managed to grow a full beard out though not for lack of trying. Generally he spikes up his hair at the front in different varieties of the quiff, ducktail and ski slope styles though Zeke isn't above putting his hair in a faux hawk. This is all of course saying he doesn't don a hat for the day.

He wears the usual clothes of someone his age, jeans, tees, hoodies. Whenever Zeke needs to conceal his identity, he has a ball cap he pulls onto his head, dipping the beak down to shield his face while raising up the hood on his sweater or jacket. Occasionally, Zeke will pull a scarf above the lower half of his face to further ensure his identity remains hidden. ~See above picture for visual reference.~

| H-CLASS: |
Mars

| ABILITIES: |
Possessing the ability to create and manipulate magnetic field, Zeke can move and manipulate any material which is ferrous in nature or possessing a magnetic field, be it natural, organic or artificial. Zeke's magnetic fields are directly tied to his personally biological electricity and as such fluctuate which his physical condition. Stopping his heart will immediately destroy and magnetic constructs he may have created. Zeke's diet is high in iron as his powers fluctuate with the iron content in his body, the higher the amount of iron the more potent his abilities become but if he were deprived of iron his abilities would deplete in power.

Zele is able to manipulate specific metals, notably iron, nickel, cobalt and their various alloys on a molecular level. This allows him to shape and manipulate the metals into whole new forms or something as simple as putting a sharp edge on a quarter to make it into a weapon. There are also some rare earth metals and naturally-occurring minerals such as lodestone which Zeke can manipulate. Organics can also be manipulated if they produce magnetic fields as sometimes happens due to living beings generating electric currents. Furthermore, organics with a high iron content also may be able to be manipulate whether they have organic magnetic films or not.

As electricity creates artificial magnetic fields, and because magnetic fields can create electricity Zeke has limited control over some forms of electrical current. Creating rotating magnetic fields, Zeke can creates bolts of electricity to use as an attack or amplify his strikes with an electric force. Zeke can use his magnetic fields as force fields, to levitate or to physically augment his body creating a repulsion on impact to send his target flying or adhere himself in place to hold his ground.

| LIMITATIONS: |
■ Zeke is limited in what types of metals he can manipulate as well as heavily limited in manipulating organics.
■ While Zeke's powers aren't tied to his physical strength, mentally he has created this association and thus believes that anything outside of his physical range is something he won't be able to manipulate.
■ Outside of his abilities, Zeke is only human requiring food, rest and time to recharge. His has the normal stamina and strength levels of an average athlete.
■ Zeke's personal iron intact affects his powers, a lack of iron can lead to him becoming weakened as opposed to a diet full of iron which can potentially boost his abilities.

| WEAKNESSES: |
■ High heat can destroy Zeke's magnetic fields, temporarily setting him back.
■ Zeke can be demagnetized by alternating electrical currents. He will remain essentially powerless until he manages to absorb a new magnetic field to jumpstart his powers again.
■ If Zeke is electrically grounded, he can't use his powers. As such bodies of water can be especially dangerous to Zeke and can even harm him when his magnetic fields electrically overload.
■ Materials which lack any ferrous properties are immune to Zeke's abilities.
■ Lastly Zeke requires metal to manipulate. While he can do some attacks with magnetic fields alone, he is most effective when manipulating ferrous materials.

| APPLICATIONS: |
■ Zeke can generate and manipulate magnetic fields, and indirectly through them control anything that is affected/connected/ by/to them. As such he can use these to achieve telekinetic like effects over metallic objects or anything he's able to magnetize. Zeke could also potentially use magnetic fields to fly by polarizing himself and creating a field of the same polarity around himself to repel himself through the air. Zeke can release his magnetic force in varying ways:
■ Metal Manipulation limited to iron, nickel, cobalt and their alloys. This allows Zeke to manipulate metals such as his favourite coins, changing their shape, honing an edge onto them and numerous other like effects.
■ Limited Matter Manipulation by affecting the metallic particles in the non-metallic objects. Meaning Zeke can pull and push some matter without the need for creating magnetic fields around them.
■ Limited Motor-Skill Manipulation by affecting the metallic particles in body. A highly advanced technique, Zeke will not be able to do this until further into the RP. Resisting his control obvious can either neglect the effect or simply increase the difficulty depending on the strength of the target and their blood iron content.
■ Magnetic Force-Field by producing walls of magnetic fields to repel attacks.
■ Magnetokinetic Constructs by magnetically manipulating metals and fusing them together into either weapons or defensive contructs. He can't create anything complex so he won't be building vehicles, guns or anything like that.

■ Electronic Disruption through creating magnetic fields around electronics.
■ Magnetic Attacks through charging magnetic fields to create electric bolts.
■ Magnetic Infusion by laying magnetic fields into objects making them adhere almost indefinitely to a target.
■ Sense magnetic fields, how they move and anything that moves/disturbs them:
■ Detect metallic objects, or even track people based on the iron in their blood.

| SKILLS: |
Track and Field Athlete:
A former track and field athlete at his highschool, Zeke was a sprinter as well as performing in the high jump, shot put, javelin, discus and hurdle. Due to this, he's got above average endurance and is in a good standing physically.

Barbecuing:
An excellent cook with a barbeque, Zeke grills a mean steak, pork chop or chicken. Whenever he can, Zeke cooks his food on the barbeque claiming the smell of coals or propane enhances the flavour.​

Mechanic:
Due to his abilities, Zeke has a natural attraction to mechanical systems, specifically engines. Due to this, he's taken the initiative to build up a few skills over the year that allow him to fix and maintain engines though he has a particular soft spot for motorcycles.​

| EQUIPMENT: |
Zeke always keeps a roll of quarters handy. Aside from that, he carries the regular items most young adults do, his wallet, cellphone, keys etc. In terms of transportation, Zeke takes the bus throughout the winter but during the other three seasons he rides a black Honda Fury.

| BACKSTORY: |
Born and raised on the wrong side of the tracks in North Etobicoke, Ezekiel Jernigan grew up in the Rexdale neighborhood. Ezekiel's parents were far from wealthy and often weighed down by debt, both pulling double shifts in the local manufacturing factories. As such, Ezekiel was often left in the hands of their neighbor, an elderly retiree by the name of Mrs. Angus Miller. Mrs. Miller was always appreciative of the babysitting jobs which greatly helped her out as her only source of income was her old age pension which allowed her just enough to afford rent on the run down bungalow she lived in.

Growing up, Zeke lived under the constant pressure to join one of the city's many local gangs but thanks to the guidance of old Mrs. Miller, Zeke kept himself busy playing sports in her backyard or performing odd jobs for the other neighbors. At least that was until one night when Zeke returned home from mowing various lawns to earn a couple extra dollars on top of his allowance only to find Mrs. Miller dead in her living room as a result a botched home invasion. It was after this that his parents decided to risk debt again in order to move out of the ugly neighborhood but Zeke never forgot the injustice served to Mrs. Miller by a bunch of petty thieves.

Going through highschool, Zeke was a fairly popular if not distant student. He participated in various extracurricular activities but not enough to win awards or recognition as he skated by under the radar. Gaining a part time job at a mechanic shop after school during his sophomore year, Zeke cultivated his interest and love of engines and mechanics. At the age of sixteen, Zeke discovered his abilities. At first he thought they were a coincidence but eventually he realized he was a gifted. Zeke began to experiment with his powers eventually discovering that he could be quite effective manipulating magnetic fields.

Armed with an idea to gain revenge for Mrs. Miller's death and perhaps help curb the ever rising crime rate in Toronto, Zeke turned to vigilantism. Now Zeke keeps an eye out from crimes while attending the Seneca College for Instrumentation and Control Engineering Technology. As such, Zeke travels a good portion of the city every day allowing him to keep a wide watch over the city he grew up in. Despite this, he's a bit of a delinquent and commonly tags that areas he helps out gaining his 'hero' alias a bit of a poor reputation. While his motives are decent, Zeke commonly takes the wallets of those he stops, often performing his vigilantism more for self gain than actually helping the community.​

| SAMPLE POST: |
The steel roof seemed to explode beneath Ezekiel 'Zeke' Jernigan as he ran frantically atop of, covering his face with his arms while bullets ripped through the sheet metal beneath him. Shrapnel flew in every which direction as the bullets seemingly curved around Zeke's bio-magnetic field changed their path, directing them away from his body. With the automated weapons fire showing no sign of stopping and Zeke quickly running out of roof to run along he was going to have to make a choice soon as he began to curse loudly to himself.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!" He had no time to hesitate as he jumped, his body seemed to pull itself towards the metal siding of the next warehouse as he collided hard against the side of the building. Expecting to plunge to the ground at any second, Zeke let out a groan as he opened the eyes he had hastily forced shut only to realize he was staying put, his body holding firmly against the wall.

"That's cool." He muttered as he raised one hand over his head, a tingling sensation radiating through him as he placed it against the siding before, repeating the motion with his other hand as he slowly scaled his way to the top of the second building. Breathing heavily, he pulled himself on top of the structure coming face to face with the dawn's first rays of sunlight. Looking down at his hands, Zeke flexed his fingers muttering aloud to himself.

"My powers are getting stronger." The angry cries of the gang bangers whoever broke up Zeke's monologue as he heard men shouting to check that he was dead. Opting to not stick around for an actual bullet in his body, Zeke pushed his body into a run again despite its heavy resistance. His lungs were burning worse than they ever had after a track meet, but he supposed that was the consequences of an all night 'crime-fight' session. 'Fighting' being the opportune word here as Zeke didn't so much stop any crime as he had merely angered a hornet's nest of the Dixon Bloods.

Finding a ladder, Zeke slid down it quickly before ducking between a few buildings and making his way back to the alley where he had stowed his bike. Pulling the heavy tarp off the bike, Zeke pulled the bandanna away from his mouth and took the ball cap off his head before fastening his helmet on. With sun finally up, it was definitely time to hit the hay. Leaving Etobicoke behind him, Zeke maneuvered his motorcycle quickly along the city's various side roads, avoiding the speed traps laid out by the police on the city's central routes. Toronto's police couldn't even catch speeders let alone real criminals.

Pulling onto his college's campus, Zeke made his way towards his dorm's parking area before leaving his bike and headed up into his room. Opening the door, he pulled off his clothes quickly before flopping into his bed and closing his eyes. No sooner had he done that than his alarm went off, the aggressive beeping echoing through the small space as Zeke rolled over and groaned.

Today was his calculus test and he hadn't studied. Shrugging he sat up, reaching for his books as he looked at the clock. The test started in half an hour.

"Eh, I've got time to cram."

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■ Zeke's favourite method of attack is a roll of quarters he manipulates around himself.
■ Zeke prefers a high iron diet complemented with large amounts of vitamin C to aid his iron absorption, he has found this to boost his ability to create and manipulate magnetism.
■ Cherry Coke
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"Let's bring the pain."


NAME(S);
Redford ‘Red’ Walker


ALIAS(ES);
Guardsman callsign; Wildcard. Nicknamed Gunny while with the marines.


D.O.B;
06/14/1971


AGE;
54


SEX;
Male


SEXUALITY;
Straight


APPEARANCE;
Red is in phenomenal shape for a man of his years, with a muscular body that men half his age would envy. Perhaps this is partially the result of his hype power, but you can‘t discount his active lifestyle for having a hand in it. He stand’s at 5’11” with an impressive breadth of shoulders and well developed musculature. While only slightly above the average height there’s something about him that just seems big, as if he just looms above normal people. His body has picked up the scars of a life lived upon the battlefield, each one testament to a foe conquered or a battle survived. He has a tattoo of the 1ST Recon battalion logo on his right pectoral, a joker face card on his upper back, the name ‘Lisa’ on his left forearm and 'The Kingsman' tatooed on his right.

Though his face is lined and weathered it still doesn‘t betray his age, appearing to be in his early to mid forties. Wears his hair mid length, and has long ago stopped trying to tame it. Keeps his beard thick and it has began to turn grey at the edges. His nose has been broken in the past, and he has a scar across it’s bridge. His eyes are a deep brown, though their colour seems to fluctuate with his emotional state.

Red is a shirt and jeans man to his core. Designer labels are just a ploy to part the stupid from their money in his opinion.

All in all Red looks like he’d be more at home raiding Britain with a party of Vikings, or swinging an axe in the Roman coliseum than living in the twenty-first century.


H-CLASS;
Mars


ABILITIES;
Red's body has the ability to convert physical pain into theoretically limitless super-strength, speed, durability and regeneration. (I know it sounds like a game breaking concept, but let me try to explain myself!)

Red's resting rate, the level of strength he has before suffering any pain, is no more than the average for a boy of his size and weight who regularly engages in physical exercise. After that his powers will increase relative to the trauma he suffers. For example if he accidentally stubs his toe then the gain would only be slight, however if he was to be punched in the face by a champion boxer then his gain would be greater. This doesn't mean he does the most painful things to get stronger faster though, as at his resting rate he is no more durable than anyone else. If he was to be hit by a tank shell at resting then he would be blown apart just like anyone else. How ever, theoretically he could build his powers up to be able to withstand a tank shell.

His strength, speed and durability is fuelled by the energy his body builds while receiving pain. This means that although he gets more powerful, his time with that power is finite, having only until he has burned through his stored energy before returning to his resting rate. The harder he hits, the faster he moves, the more punches he takes, this all uses precious energy.

A downside to his increase in durability is that eventually things that powered him before will stop hurting, failing to give him any more power. To go back to the previous example, if the boxer was to punch him once then his increase would be great. The second time the boxer punches him then the increase wouldn't be as great, as Red’s durability would have increase, negating the boxer's ability to hurt him. If the boxer continued to hit him eventually his strikes would have no effect whatsoever, except to hurt the boxers fist. This means if Red wants to build himself to zenith level power then he has to constantly find more threatening foes.

Red’s resting rate regeneration is actually higher than normal -Surface cuts and the like will heal over in the space of seconds- it has similar setbacks to his durability. Although having the ability to heal is useful to someone who routinely goes out of his way to get hurt it also means that the harder his body is working to offset the pain he's receiving then the less return he's seeing for it.

Red’s pain tolerance is astronomically high, likely a secondary effect of his powers. Even at his resting he can take hits that would knock other men out and still keep on fighting. However he can still be 'overloaded' and knocked out. Too much trauma and his nervous system will shut its self down, a defence measure that even his superhuman body can't resist.


LIMITATIONS;
His prime limitation at the moment is his health, as he has become infected with the virus ravaging the Hype population of Toronto. On top of the sneezing, headaches and shakes his powers are performing extremely erratically. Sometimes they aren't even working at all. Red is especially affected by it as he has never been sick before, and as such makes a very poor patient. He refuses to rest, exasperating his condition.

The term 'Papa Wolf' could have been created to describe Red. His daughter is the only thing he feels he has contributed to the world that is worth wile, and woe betide any man who wrongs her, as they would then have to face the wrath of Red. Common sense takes a back seat when Lisa's involved. This 'paternal protectiveness' also extends to most young women to a lesser extent, especially those that Red feels are in a position of vulnerability.

Red has a pretty shady past. One that he feels leaves him on the wrong side of the just and the wicked. Like or not he's got a hell of a debt to repay, even if it gets him killed. Red will go out of his way to help those he views as 'innocent' (Admittedly that's a pretty small margin thanks to his jaded world view), especially other Hypes, who he feels he has wronged in the past.

While he's willing to admit that he's far from the sharpest knife in the torture kit he does have a stubborn streak. When he sets his mind to something it'll take a powerful good reason to sway him from his course.


WEAKNESSES;
The obvious weakness of Red's powers is that he has to get hurt for them to work. Despite having an abnormally high pain tolerance Red is just like everybody else, he bloody hates getting hurt. He'd much rather finish a fight utilising his military training and combat skills without having to resort to his Hype 'gifts'.

He must be careful not to be overconfident in his strength or durability levels. Taking a bullet to the head when he is at 'resting' rate will kill him as surely as it would anyone else.

A downside to his increase in durability is that eventually things that powered him before will stop hurting, failing to give him any more power. To go back to the previous example, if the boxer was to punch him once then his increase would be great. The second time the boxer punches him then the increase wouldn't be as great, as Red’s durability would have increase, negating the boxer's ability to hurt him. If the boxer continued to hit him eventually his strikes would have no effect whatsoever, except to hurt the boxers fist. This means if Red wants to build himself to zenith level power then he has to constantly find more threatening foes.

Although having the ability to heal is useful to someone who routinely goes out of his way to get hurt it also means that the harder his body is working to offset the pain he's receiving then the less return he's seeing for it.

Red's power is only activated by physical pain, so spiritual, mental or emotional pain will NOT give him any increase.

His nervous system can be overloaded much like anyone else’s. Electrical attacks will lock his muscles, intense burns will knock him out, gases and poisons at resting rate will have near full effect. (His healing factor will help him deal with the toxins more effectively)


APPLICATIONS;
Nearly every application of Red's powers are related to his combat efficiency. Strength to hit harder, durability to soak up the blows, regeneration to recover more quickly from injuries, speed to overwhelm his foes.

He can use his strength enhanced legs to leap extremely high when he has sufficient energy, meaning he can traverse the city's skyline more efficiently. This goes well with his super speed, meaning he can make it from A to B in record time. This only applies when he has energy to spare.


SKILLS;
Combat Skills
Years of military training and fighting in the trenches have honed Red's talent for fighting to a razor edge. He trained with the first recon marines, reaching the rank of Gunnery sergeant. It goes without saying that you don't make the rank without learning a thing or two first. He proved himself especially efficient in close-quarters combat.


Leadership
Proved himself an able leader for small unit tactics.


Covert Ops training
The last several years he has been hiring his services out to the highest bidder. While he is far to discrete to discuss the details of these operations, lets just say the skills he has learnt through them leave something to be desired.


Devoted father
Just ask Lisa. He'd do anything for his daughter. Anything.


Handicapable
Red, while by no means a professional contractor, knows enough about construction, engineering, electronics and plumbing to be considered a 'handyman'.


EQUIPMENT;
Red usually keeps his cell phone, wallet and lighter on him at all times. (Lighter, no cigs. Lisa's forcing him to quit.) Lately he's been carting around packets of gum as well, if only because the chewing is helping him quit the ol' death sticks.





SAMPLE POST
"AAAAAA-CHOOO!"


"Damn man, I'm trying to watch this. Can't you die in peace?"

"Sorry Nicky. Forgetting my health plays second fiddle to that weird-ass video."

"GODDAMN RED! I missed the end there cause'a your yammering! Whadda he say? Sounded like mental Mary. Couldn't have been mental Mary. . . . Could it? D' you know any mental Mary's, Red?"

"Toronto has a population of over two and a half million people. No, I'm fairly confident that I don't know the mental Mary you think he was talking about, almost as confident as I am that he didn't say mental Mary in the first place."

"Well then what did he say?"

"Hell if I know. I was too busy dying all unpeaceful like at the time to be paying much attention."

"Man, I don't know why I put up with you. Everything I've done for you, Get you a good job, and this is the thanks I get. Shoulda left your ass to die back in Iraq."

"Life woulda got boring for you. Better I'm here. Keep you on your toes."

"Uh-huh."

The two men lapsed into an easy silence then, Nicky perusing the menus laid out in front of them while Red gazed out the windows, looking at everything and nothing, just watching the world roll by. Funny how he did that more and more the older he got, like the less years he had left the more inclined he was to waste them. They were sitting in a diner booth, part of the morning crowd in the Stackhouse, and despite Nicky's earlier complaints thoughts of mysterious warnings and foggy premonitions was really the furthest thing from the two men's minds. Breakfast first, then they could worry about the world ending. That was their rule. Had been ever since they'd served in the 1st recon together.

Red was really more concerned about his failing health than anything else. His cold had been getting worse, and earlier this morning he had woken up with one special-hell of a headache. It had receded since, but the memory of it still made him wince. He'd never been sick before, always reckoned his hype-power kept him hale and healthy. Couldn't say he was all that fond of the feeling now. He just hoped it wasn't this new virus he kept seeing reports about. Nasty bit of business that, not something he wanted any part of. Especially not since his daughter Lisa was supposed to come up visiting at the end of the month. Not exactly father of the year material that, is it, giving your only child the flu.

Nah, he kept telling himself, its nothing. Nothing but age. The years are weighing down on you Red, even you couldn't have fought them off forever.

"What you planning Red?" Said Nicky, rousing Red from his worries. He'd almost forgotten where he was.

"Huh?"

"To eat! Planning to eat, fat head. Damn son, where are you this morning?"

"Not sure. Maybe just wishing I was anywhere with better company than you. Berlin 1945 maybe. Red has an entire arsenal of such cutting remarks for situations like this. Unfortunately the company he usually keeps requires it.

"Oh ha-ha. So what's it gonna be, huh? On me, since you got the round last night."

"Guess I'll just have the wheat toast and oats. Do they do oats? If not I'll have a fruit salad" Nicky's face fell in outrage. Red prepared himself for the fallout.

"Wheat toast! Oats! A Goddamn fruit salad!? What the hell's wrong with you, you finally gone off the deep end? That's no breakfast! That's the pigging side order to a menopause! You used to be a warrior, man! I'm getting you bacon!"

"No Nicky, just get me the toast." Red was trying for firm and resolute here, but Nicky wasn't taking him on. Once Nicky set his heart on something it was a damn near herculean task to dissuade him. Red just didn't feel up to the task this morning. He blamed his health and his age for that.

Old and sick, he couldn't say he was a big fan of either.

"You're obviously delirious from malnutrition. Good thing I found out as early as I did. Imagine the damage you could have done yourself if I hadn't found out at this early stage! Especially at your age! But if you must insist then I'll get a second opinion." Nicky turned from the conversation then and caught the eye of the serving girl. She was tall for a women, probably in her mid twenties, and gave off a very strong 'Don't fuck with me, or it wont end well for you vibe'. She really didn't seem like she should have been working in a place like this. Nicky waved her over.

"Miss, miss. Would you mind giving us a second opinion?"


NOTES
  • Red insists that Elvis Presley is the greatest musician to have ever lived, and maintains that he will fight any man who says different.
  • He's done some pretty dark deeds in his time, a lot of them committed while working for the Constantine Guard. Nightmares plague his sleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.
  • He's recently given up smoking, on the insistence of Lisa. He's gone cold turkey, save for chewing on regular spearmint gum, and is all the crankier for it.
  • Water. No joke.
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June April Summers


| ALIAS(ES): |

Glass Angel


| D.O.B.: |

6/1/1991


| AGE: |

24


| SEX: |

Female


| SEXUALITY: |

June's a real straight shooter.


| APPEARANCE: |

June looks much like a punk, it shows in her appearance and attire very well. She gives off the aura of a "tough-girl". It's probably the way she walks, or the glares she throws at people whenever she moves. Usually being the girl that doesn't stand in the spotlight. What accentuates this feel is the various scars on her (Especially the few scars that are on her face), and the raspy voice of a smoker that she displays with every word. She has been in some tough shit, and everyone can see it. Moving on, June is a woman that stands a bit above the female average at 5'9, nearly approaching the male average. June is relatively fit, she doesn't have a lot of visible muscles or body fat, but she's very slender. Having a slight curvature that is accented by what little muscle-tone and body fat she has on her. So, yeah, she looks like the girl who does a little work. Her legs seem to be the strongest part of her body, having a tone of someone who does a lot of running. Thick, strong, thighs, calfs, and so on. However, they're not the ideal long legs that women hope to have. In fact, her arms and legs are pretty proportionate to the rest of her body. She has sofa, delicate hands, that don't too nice since they have a coating of small scars. She's around 141lb in terms of weight, which isn't too much given her size.

June is obviously Caucasian, with her white skin being a porcelain color with light shades. It's not perfect, or clear, even in the slightest. June's arms and upper body are coated with thin slashing scars, caused by glass accidents relating to her power. Most of them have long faded, or are fading, but some wounds just never heal. There's a scar from a cut starting at her cheek, going around to the back of her head. It was done by a knife, or a glass shard. June doesn't talk about it. There are also some scratching scars on her face. Other than that, June's body has blemishes, moles, beauty marks, and etc. June herself, racially, is a native to Canada. With her roots coming from Germany, England, and Scotland. It shows in her distinctly European facial features. Speaking of which, we're going to be moving on to her fabulous face! Starting off, June has a, small, oval head, with rounded features that blend into each other quite well. June's cheeks are quite rounds, which aren't very apparent until the woman smiles. Then they become round and large as they get. June has a small, upturned, triangle shaped nose, that looks proportionate to her small, natural shaped lips. That don't have too much thickness to them, her bottom lip is much bigger, but they poke out a little bit. Usually, June puts on red lipstick to make them stick out more. June's jaw is thin, and smooth, and she has a slight jawline. She has a large and pronounced square chin with a cleft in the middle of it. June has big, round, vibrant, eyes that have a light-green color to them. Her ears are a medium, reverse-triangle, shape. June's hair is a straight, black color - that has been dyed jet-black (With a few streaks dyed dark purple) to enhance the aesthetic. She keeps it cut short, styled in a pixie-cut on the top of her head. The sides of her head are shaved, cut very short.

As for her attire, June goes for a biker, or punk, style. Choosing leather jackets, jeans, and gloves over skirts and dresses. Though, June sometimes wears skirts, she just doesn't do it that often. Some of her clothes could be called immodest, as she tends to show a bit of cleavage, or reveal a little extra skin in general. Whether she's doing this on purpose, or is merely apathetic, is the question. She's a real big fan of boots though. She likes to wear them for style over practicality however. Which is why she's sometimes seen wearing high boots, or heeled boots.


| H-CLASS: |

NEPTUNE


| ABILITIES: |

Glass-Manipulation. June is the glass angel. She has the elemental ability to control and transform into glass. I'm going to start off with the manipulation aspect of her power. For starters, June can telekinetically control all glass (Regular, volcanic, plexi, etc) far as the eye can see and fiddle with it a bit. She can shape, and recolor, glass without breaking or melting it. Hell, she can make any glass construct long as she has enough material for it. June can also alter properties of glass to some extent. She can change the color, flexibility, hardness, and compact glass together to increase the density. Glass is a fairly hard material (But brittle), and it's fairly commonplace, so it's a pretty strong element to manipulate. A unique ability that June has, that ties into her ability to transform into glass, is that June can absorb glass into her body, which is necessary for a few other powers she has. June can also partially transform her body into glass, which is necessary for her next ability. Now, by partially turning her palms into glass, June can shoot glass shards, of various sizes, out of the palms of her hands. Another trick that she has learned is regeneration. It's a trick she learned by turning the wound into glass, absorbing some glass to repair the wound. Once she converts it back into flesh, all better!


| LIMITATIONS: |
  • While June can manipulate glass as far as the eye can see, she has an effective range. It's around fifteen-meters. Anything outside this range; she has a harder and harder time controlling.
  • June can only manipulate a certain amount too. She can only actively manipulate around one ton of glass.
  • More glass June manipulates, the less fine control she has.
  • June cannot create glass, herpaderp.


| WEAKNESSES: |
  • Glass is a brittle element. While it's technically harder than steel, there's only so much it can take before getting broken. Someone could pull out a bat, or a machine gun and destroy her constructs. Someone with super strength can easily punch through her constructs.
  • Glass gets softer under heats, easier to break. June can't really control malleable glass that well. It's melting point is high, but it can melt under a high enough heat. If it by chance melts, then June will lose.
  • June requires concentration when she uses her power. If she loses it, then all current usages of her power will be cancelled.
  • June's regeneration is not a clean and easy process. For starters, it isn't automatic, she has to actively will it to happen. Second, it's painful, requires concentration, and leaves behind scars. So she can't really regenerate on the fly. It's more of stop, absorb some glass, and find some cover so she can fix herself. However, the process will leave phantom pains lingering for awhile.
  • June's ability to absorb glass is essential to her power. Every time she uses her power, she uses up a bit of the glass that is inside of her. Once she's out of glass, then she won't be able to use her power until she absorbs some more and jumpstarts it. However, in order to absorb glass, she has to stop for a few seconds and focus. The process of absorbing glass will leave her vulnerable. And after every major use of her power, she will have to stop and absorb some glass. Do the math.
  • June can turn into glass. Why that's down in the weakness section, I'll explain. Whenever June uses her power, she may accidentally turn a part of herself into glass, and lose function in that part. The bigger the use, the more of her body may turn into glass. She has to focus a little bit to make her body revert back into flesh, but it could leave her quite vulnerable. If someone were to break the glass, it would appear in her human form as a wound. Either a bleeding cut, or a missing piece of her flesh, which can and will get infected quite easily. It's possible for her to lose a limb, if it were to convert entirely into glass. If she were to go overboard, she could potentially turn her entire body into glass and die a quick death. On the brightside, she'll be a bitchin' statue.
  • June isn't immune to glass in any way. She could possibly cut herself if she isn't careful.


| APPLICATIONS: |
  • Offense. Glass, being glass, it is a fairly powerful offensive element. June can fire glass off in a variety of forms. Since she can shape glass into practically anything, she can make a variety of weapons/constructs. Glass can be pretty damn sharp if she makes it that way. She can shred foes with large shards of glass, slam them with large panels of glass, or stab them with spears. More advanced offensive techniques would be creating glass "grenades" that send glass everywhere, a "glass storm" full of whirling shards, and etc. She could also crush the glass and toss it into someone's eyes. Blinding them for life!
  • Defense. Of course, glass can also good for defense as it is for murdering people! June can do the usual, and create glass panels (Or any glass construct, really) to act as shields. Her shields can take a bit of damage before going down. Alternatively, June can create an armor made of glass around herself. She can also turn this armor into an offensive technique, by enhancing the hardness of her punches, or making in the armor sharp to cut people. Since glass has a high-resistance to acid, it's also great for defending against those acid flinging morons!
  • Mobility. Movies give glass a terrible reputation! If the glass is thick/dense enough, June is capable of standing on it, and manipulating it in order to "surf" on it. She's capable of flying with this method, though it'll take a ton of balance and practice.
  • Repairs/Construction. Aside from combat, June's power has plenty of uses outside of a fight. As it was mentioned before, June can pretty much shape glass into anything. So she could make a cup. Or create a piece of art. She can easily repair broken glass.
  • Easy Entrance. June can easily enter buildings, quietly and discreetly. Since have you seen how many places have entrances blocked by glass? June can simply remove the glass, step in, and put the glass back. Which can allow her to break into houses, cars, and so on.
  • Minor-Telekinesis. Like other benders, June is capable of moving objects by covering it in glass, and moving it. However, this only works on lightweight objects. Anything heavy is out of her grasp.


| SKILLS: |

  • Skull-Knocker. June has done plenty of fighting all of her life. She doesn't have any martial arts training, but she certainly knows how to hold her own in a fight. She can throw one hell of a punch, and knows exactly where to hit someone to take them out. She also fights very dirty, since, to her, you don't stay alive by playing fair.
  • Vehicles. June has always had a fascination with cars and other. Since she was a little girl, her father worked in an auto-repair garage. He taught her plenty of things about cars. Like, how they work, what each part is and what they do, and how to fix them. She knows plenty about cars, and can easily spot issues with vehicles and more. What her father also told her how to do is break into cars. June also knows how to drive pretty well. She can drive cars and motorcycles like a master.
  • Crime! June has lived a great deal of her life as a criminal. While she's trying to turn back from that lifestyle, plenty have just stuck with her. June knows how to hotwire a car, pickpocket people, and sneak around and run like hell. She hasn't exactly been "practicing" any of these skills lately, so they're a little rusty.
  • Knifeplay. June knows how to swing a knife around, she can hold her own in a knifefight too. But, through fiddling in her spare time (Due to another fascination), she has taught herself a few tricks. Well, not the tricks that could be used in a fight, but she can flip knives, throw them (Not very well), and do that cool knife-game thing from Aliens!




| EQUIPMENT: |

  • Motorcycle! June loves her bikes, and she has... "acquired" one in the past. A jetblack Harley Davidson V-Rod. It's her main method of getting around.
  • Knife! June has a combat knife, and a few other knives she has gotten from the pawn shop. She normally uses the combat knife since the other ones aren't too practical. Only useful for flashy tricks.
  • Lighter & Smokes! June's a heavy smoker, so she always keeps a pack of cigarettes on hand in case she needs to get her fix. She usually uses a silver lighter with a scorpion engraved onto the side to light her cancer sticks.
  • Glass! June keeps a bag of glass shards in a little pouch, either on her bike, or hanging off her belt.
  • Regular Crap! June keeps her wallet, cellphone, and so on, close to her at all times.


| BACKSTORY: |

It's dark and tragic. I'll try to be brief, since I don't really feel like writing a massive wall of text, and I spent too long rewriting this.

So, if you haven't gotten it from her appearance section, June's a native to Canada. With her father being an automobile mechanic, and her mother being an agent of H.E.L.P, she didn't have to live in poverty. She was middle-class at best, and had enough money in order to support their various hobbies. Though, June didn't exactly have any hobbies that really interested her. She definitely wasn't the sports time. Writing and art didn't appeal to her that much either. She was the middle child to two sisters, both of whom were much different from her. Her mother was incredibly busy with her job, to the point where she wasn't around much for June's, or her sisters, youth. Thus, they lacked that strong feminine figure and had no choice but to fall on her father. They were pushed towards sports, and spent plenty of time in his auto garage. In there, June gained her love of cars, something about them fascinated her so much. There was so much she wanted to do with them, but she was turned down because she wasn't old enough. However, what she was old enough to learn about cars. She was taught about what makes up a car, and other useful pieces of information. To the point where she could easily identify pieces. But that was the bright side they knew about him. Deep down, her father was a cold-hearted racist. He was apart of a Canadian Neo-Nazi group known as "The Pure". The whole automechanics garage was a bit of a front, he was fixing their vehicles, and committing hate crimes on the side. Still, he didn't let his family in on what he did, it was his secret. An easy to keep one since his wife was too busy to care, and his kin were too young to know what he was doing. Back to June, her school life wasn't spectacular. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly in school. She was a bit of a loner, because she felt that she didn't exactly mesh well with the other kids. So, of course, to them, she was some freak! She was also picked on for being "strange", so that did wonders for her. Fortunately, June could always fall back to her family for comfort. But what it did do for June was make her quite vindictive. Deep down, she wanted to get back at them, but she was told that it'd be foolish to try to do so. So she kept it inside of herself.

Once June got older, she had found her place in the punk, and goth crowds. In highschool, she did plenty with the various book and debate clubs. However, her father was a very laxed man when it came to parenting. Perhaps too lax. The sisters were free to do as they pleased. June's sisters got involved in some bad crowds. The kind of crowds that like to go wild, hit up on drugs, commit thefts and vandalism, and jaywalk. They were certainly what you would call young delinquents, and they loved it. That taste of danger was something else. June was far more relaxed at that age, so she didn't exactly rush out to get her thrills from crime. All her thrills came from her books. Her powers had developed in a truly scary moment, all the windows in her house exploded outwards like a bomb had went off. Everyone in the neighborhood panicked, and they couldn't find any reason why this happened. Her family stayed in a hotel for a little bit while repairs and investigations went on. That's where she discovered her powers while looking in the mirror, she accidentally pulled a shard of glass off. She eventually realized that she could move glass with her mind. When she went home, she began practicing with her magic glass powers. She learned about the many applications of her power. But, she hadn't been careful enough with her practice. Her father had stumbled into one of her sessions, and learned about her power. June had feared that he would cast her out for it. However, his expectations had drastically changed. After a long talk, they decided that it'd be their little secret. Because... he had other plans....

What he saw in June was potential, she was a Hyperhuman that had control over glass. In other words, a walking weapon for The Pure to use. All he had to do was convince his daughter to join. Of course, that didn't exactly go too well, since she didn't want anything to do with The Pure. So he went for the more drastic "I'll reveal you to the world, disown you, toss you out, and etc" plan. That was enough to get June to work with them, reluctantly of course. Her first trial was simple, brutally attack an interracial couple. June had no choice but to comply. When they were getting back from their date, June made the glass from the windshield of their car fly into them. Cutting them up, but June was trying not to murder them, so they survived. It felt terrible, June felt horrible for what she did to those people. But it was only the beginning. Attack after attack, fight after fight, June was forced to go through it all. She was like a dog, whoever she was told to do, she did. Until she became used to it all, almost like she was adopting their ideals. She didn't feel bad about it anymore. She felt as if it was merely a subconscious desire to keep her father happy, and her life normal. As a result of this, June learned how to use her powers well. In and out of fights, she had plenty of applications for it.

This went on for years, under the nose of her family. Heading out every night to commit crimes. She advanced through school - barely, however. She tried hard enough to get a pass, because she was exhausted (Physically and emotionally). It continued until two years before current events, The Pure were finally failing. Superhuman vigilantes were going strong, and disrupting their activities at every turn. Members were interrupted, beaten, and left for the police in the middle of attacks. The Police were also kicking The Pure's ass. Really hard. To the point where moral was running low, and there were less and less members. Other members cut their losses and left. While the loyal members, like June's father, stuck with them, and expected their best weapon to do the same. However, this was where June drew the line, and realized that she finally had a way out. During one of their meetings, June had betrayed The Pure in a spectacular moment. She drew all the glass she could, and cut them to pieces before they could even react. June didn't kill them, she merely left them for the police, or whatever vigilante was left, to mop up. However, she made sure to cut up her father extra good. With that, The Pure had fallen. June had left and went home. She confessed everything to her mother, who had forgiven her for what she had done, and forsaken her husband. Her mother and June had agreed to keep her past a secret, and try to turn her life around. Starting with getting a job as a waitress in some family owned restaurant. She was trying to raise money so she could go through college.

Though, June had always wanted to put that power to good use. Try to stop the other crooks in this city. The plague that's running around the city is tearing the place to pieces. Hyperhumans going out of control. June didn't know what she could do to help with that, but she felt that her chance would come to her eventually.


| SAMPLE POST: |

The lights of this city glowed brightly, flash into the family diner that June so happily worked in. Known only as "The Stackhouse". Today (Well, tonight) the woman had the nightshift, and it was, well, the same as every damn night working here. Some rude asshat asks for food, she tells the chef what they want, and she comes back and gives it to them. It might have been a bit more tolerable if she wasn't forced into this uniform. A black dress shirt with white details, and black pants with a white skirt above it. Ugh. But, hey. At least the pay was good. She walked up to a table, which an elderly man was seated, likely in his late-thirties, early forties. Had a slight beard, a dress shirt, and a fedora. He sure as hell looked like someone who'd be hanging out in these diners late at night. She walked up, with a notepad in her hand that had a blue-ink pen pressed against it. She kept her face pointing at it, with her eyes wandering towards the gentleman. Kindly asking, "Can I take your order sir?"

He took his hat off, and placed it on the table, before he scooted closer to the table. "Just a... coffee." He said with a casual grin. The kind of grin that made June think he was up to something, but she didn't know what. Maybe she was being paranoid, but you can never be wrongfully paranoid. She stared at him for a few seconds, wondering what he was up to. What crimes he has committed. What sins haunts him. He reminded June of those damn skinheads she used to roll with. It was funny how normal they looked. They waved at you as they watered their lawn, with a friendly smile on their face. Then they commit hate crimes behind your back.

It was all accidental, really. She didn't realize that she was staring until he loudly cleared his throat. After ten seconds of awkward silence. "Okay, sir." June said as she quickly turned around and rushed off behind the kitchen door. "One coffee please." She said to the kitchen workers. She waded through the crowds of people until she found her boss, a similarly elderly woman of a very short and hunched over stature. She was yelling at the cooks that run the gears of this diner. "Can I take my smoke break?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." The woman replied, "But you have ten minutes!"

Ten minutes was all June needed to relax. To clear her mind and calm down for a little while. June rushed right out the door and got into the alleyway between the diner and a store that are next to each other. Illuminated only by the single light above her head, she leaned up against the wall, kicked up one foot against the wall. She slid one cigarette in between her lips, and lit it with a silver lighter. June took one puff, arced her head back, and blew it in between her lips. She didn't really worry about the potential criminals and fiends that may prey on her. She has a Hyper-power, and apathy, on her side. Because who's going to believe the mugger that the tall woman with a pixie cut covered him in glass shards?

A loud shout of anger pierced her nicotine high. June turned her head towards them, and realized that it was a couple arguing. Well, they were arguing the whole time. It's just that June didn't pay attention to them until they started shouting. Well, going on, there was a very tall and muscular man, getting a little grabby with a short fat chick. An odd couple, but who knows how these people hook up. She couldn't make out what they were saying too well, but it didn't matter. The guy was getting a little too aggressive for June's liking. She felt that she shouldn't get involved while on shift, but she wasn't the type to stand by. June rolled her eyes and kicked off the wall. She took a few steps towards them, and shouted, "Hey asshole!" She yelled to get their attention, mostly the Beefcake's. "How about you keep your hands to yourself?" She put weight onto her hip and placed a hand onto that one. That cigarette in between her fingers kept fuming grey smoke.

"Hey! This isn't any of your business, bitch!" The man shouted. Of course he was the rude douchebag. June seems to be a magnet for them, and put a few on their asses. But, June didn't want to fight. She wanted him to go away so she can enjoy her smoke. She's pretty sure she spent more than ten minutes on this smoke break. Heh, maybe the boss would take this story has an acceptable answer.

"It became my business when you decided to put your hands on her." June quickly answered. Taking a quick inhale of smoke, and blowing it in his direction.

"Hey, fuck you!" The man shouted, as he rushed over and shoved June to the ground. She hit the concrete hard, and she instantly felt the pain shoot up her arm. She rolled over on her side, to get a good look at the dog fucker. Just in case he was going to stomp her. Okay, she didn't expect the asshole to start throwing fists that soon. But on the plus side, all she has to do is call the cops and get his ass. Wait, what is he up to? She hears the woman screaming. She pressed one foot onto the ground, and pushed herself up.

She looked up and saw that the man was trying to shove the woman into the car. He probably thought June was out for the count. Well, time to prove him wrong with a little heroics! June turned the palm of her hand into clear glass, with sharp glass blades coming out. One shard came out at high speeds and pierced his leg. He hunched over in pain and let out a loud cry of pain. The woman cupped her mouth and took a step back. June, turned her hand back into flesh. In the blink of an eye, she was back to normal.

The woman ran away. He was still yelling in pain. June had an odd face of satisfaction on. "Looks like you got what was coming to you." She said, before she telekinetically pulled the shard out, and threw it on the roof. June turned away,  and walked back into the diner.

Wait, shit! It was twenty minites! Her boss is gonna kill her!


| NOTES: |



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| NAME(S): |
Ruth Elizabeth Staton

| ALIAS(ES): |
Elizabeth, Liz, Lizzy, Heather, Rachel... She's used a lot of names.

| D.O.B.: |
4/16/1894

| AGE: |
118

| SEX: |
Female

| SEXUALITY: |
Straight

| APPEARANCE: |
Ruth's appearance has not changed since turning 22 back in 1916. She stands 5' 6" and weighs in around 135 pounds. A natural brunette she has only recently experimented with adding blond highlights to her hair. Her eyes are also a brown color, a trait from her father. Having been born in another time in American history she still leans to more modest clothing such as long skirts and dresses that she grew up with. But occasionally she would don the more modern clothing of today or more formal business attire for public events. Of course she doesn't wear quite as much makeup as in the posters. Can't live in the past forever without making some changes else one looks very out of place.

| H-CLASS: |
Juno

| ABILITIES: |
Regeneration Aura:
Can project a powerful and constant regenerating aura in the surrounding area. The aura can be extended further out to others within a few yards with less potent effects. The range and effectiveness ties itself to her emotions. Being sympathetic toward someone will mean that they will heal quicker, animosity perhaps not at all. This ability has been better refined over the years.

| LIMITATIONS: |
Normally the aura is focused very near to the users body. It cannot repair from something that would kill the user in less in a few minutes. A bullet to the brain, sufficient physical trauma, or a powerful enough toxin would render the regeneration irrelevant. It also does not eliminate pain.

For others the aura is a much slower process. Cuts are no big deal but at best a deep gash or bullet wound may take a few days to fully heal.

| WEAKNESSES: |
Because she continuously heals yet still feels pain suffering could be prolonged if someone was so inclined. If she is emotionally distraught or under extreme stress the aura will fade away. And while she is immune to most illnesses, she is merely resistant to the new one afflicting hyperhumans.

| APPLICATIONS: |
Maintains her physical age.
Most wounds inflicted on her can be healed in a matter of minutes.
Capable of surviving some normally fatal wounds (self only).
Viral and bacterial immunity (with one known exception)
Can weather most toxins.
Heal others around her.
Cause cells to grow out of control (cancer).
Accelerate bacterial culture growth (infection).

| SKILLS: |
Registered Nurse: Military trained nurse from two World Wars and various other institutions through her travels. While culmitavly she probably qualifies for a couple masters degrees in the medical field she has never formally pursued them.

Multilingual: Beyond her native tongue of English, her time spent in many European countries has allowed her to learn French, German, Russian, Polish, and Italian. Dabs of other languages of countries that participated in the wars she can muddle through.

Hunter: She can handle various types of handguns and rifles. Primarily for sport, she despises their use against people after seeing the atrocities they can produce.

| EQUIPMENT: |
A purse which contains mostly common items, and usually has a bodyguard or two hovering around her.

| BACKSTORY: |
The poster you see is not where Ruth's story begins. For that you need to go back some 50 years earlier. Ruth Elizabeth Staton was born into this world the daughter of Frederick and Eliza Staton. A simple family that like many owned and tended a farm in Tennessee. The early years were tough as the country was in a recession. Learning to cook, clean, and do farm chores, all the normal things for the time there was nothing out of the ordinary to Ruth's childhood. Growing to be a teenager and later into adulthood things were actually starting to look up. Striking it out on her own for a while she did odd jobs, until world went to war.

The Great War, WWI began in 1914 and when she was just 19 Ruth's father was drafted. There were many tears and anxiety as her father left for what could very well be the last time they would ever see each other. While there were many way to help in the war effort the one that stood out to the young woman was the nurses going to the front lines to tend to the wounded. There were rules though, to qualify one needed to be 23 and have 3 years experience. Her mind made up Ruth went to training. Passing with flying colors she wasn't sent overseas until the last year of the conflict. War had made a turn for the worse with mechanization and chemical warfare. During her tenure patients that were under Ruth's care did markedly better. Still the atrocities of war were hard to bare. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when the war finally came to a close.

Coming back to the States didn't change the war nurses occupation. She had a gift, a true gift that Ruth was blissfully unaware of. All her friends and family told her that she looked the same as the day she left. Thinking it as just flattery she paid no attention to the comment. Having moved out on her own to the city gave her time to reflect a bit. Now 26 and even she could see that something unusual was going on. She looked the same as when she enlisted. Being a physician and having seen the crude and often painful medical practices returning soldiers underwent Ruth wanted nothing to do with that. In was then one night that she disappeared without a word to anyone.

From then on life was a lie. She was always between 20 and 24 years old, had a different name everywhere she went, and took any job she could find. Having to move every four to five years was tough. But not as tough as when the Great Recession hit. Much worse than the last probably the one thing that kept her alive was whatever mysterious condition that stayed her age. But the drums of war began to beat again and this time things would be different. America not immediately entering the fray gave Ruth the opportunity to prepare. Falsifying her own information Ruth once again registered as a nurse, passing herself off as her own daughter. Pouring her heart and soul toward the soldiers her performance was exemplary. Miraculous turnarounds occurred wherever she was stationed. Such success did not go unnoticed and she became a poster girl for war propaganda. By the end of the war she was very recognizable back home. Seeing the impending disaster that could cause for her life she stayed in Europe where she had better anonymity.

Bouncing around between countries it became increasingly hand to stay hidden. Traveling the world became a necessity for a while. Through her travels she realized why her patients had done so well as she would treat people in towns or even small villages were they there. Eventually murmurs of unusual goings on involving special individuals reached Ruth's ear. Once again the world was about to shift as "hyperhumans" began to surface more and more. Thinking her expertees could be of use she came forward with the newly formed H.E.L.P. Department. Without even telling them much it was found that this woman matched in many photographic data going back the last hundred years. Who started it or how it began was lost in the flurry, but before she knew it Ruth was again in the spotlight. "The first hyperhuman!" "Saved the lives of hundreds during both World Wars!" "Immortal hero!" The stories just went out of control. In a matter of months she'd become a face that represented everything good about hyperhumans, and she didn't want any of it. One thing was for sure, there was no running away from her past now.

| SAMPLE POST: |
On Air, that's what the red sign said above the door of the green room. Slung around like a talking puppet Ruth was getting ready to be interviewed. So many requests to be interviewed and she had denied all of them until it was mentioned that it wouldn't end if she tried to avoid it. The cat was out of the bag and the public was clamoring for answers. This was a bad idea. It only meant starting a tug-o-war against all the other talk shows.

Notes, she had written notes. She never wrote notes for when she was going to speak, she could remember everything fine. Millions of people were going to be glued to their televisions as the "Ageless Woman" was finally going to tell her story. Or at least part of it. There wasn't enough time to answer the mountain of questions that undoubtedly awaited her.

Opening a set hand ushered her onto the stage. People were running around making sure everything was just right and and even came up and powdered her face to reduce the glare from the lights. Glancing around time and technology had passed her by. Back when she actually was 22 there was no way she could ever have imagined being able to do the things that were possible today. In seconds things recorded here could be sent around the world like it was nothing. Her reflection was cut short as they appeared to be ready. Counting down Ruth took a deep breath and composed herself and the recording light went on.

| NOTES: |
McAlister's Sweet Tea
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| NAME(S): | Edrenn "Ed" Haegar

| ALIAS(ES): | N/A

| D.O.B.: | 30th of October, 1992

| AGE: | 23

| SEX: | Male

| SEXUALITY: | Heterosexual

| APPEARANCE: | Standing roughly at 5'9" in height and weighs at about 154 lbs, Ed is somewhat average in terms of body frame and is already contented by that fact alone. Although not entirely muscular or athletic, Ed would still find time to go out and exercise as he is quite aware that doing so would certainly promote a healthy lifestyle. There are also times when he can be excessively lazy but those come out only on certain occasions when college work had brought him to his exhausted state. Ed has grey eyes topped with delicately slim eyebrows. His nose is fairly simple in appearance with a slight curve drawing to his thin nose line. His dark blonde hair is always kept at a short length and despite wanting it to grow considerably, he would eventually end up going to the barbershop.

As a person who doesn't continuously follow sophisticated fashion trends, Ed would mostly choose any clothing that can match his own convenience. Usually they would be polo shirts, sweatshirts, jeans and anything that ranges to simplicity. Most of the time, he can be seen wearing flat caps of various colors simply because he loves wearing one. Ed would mostly wear the same on certain occasions such as parties, social gatherings and etc. but will dress formally when needed.

| H-CLASS: | Neptune

| ABILITIES: | Ed has the ability to manipulate the energies travelling through the earth's layers, allowing him to send seismic waves and cause the ground where he's standing on to shake violently for a period of time. Basically, Ed is able to do it with the help of his own energy from his body system. They are somehow magnetically attracted to the earth's energy, allowing him to manipulate their movement and behavior as well as their intensity which also enables him to either reduce or amplify the impact of any forms of ground vibrations he didn't create. The shaking of the ground can be done with the process of accumulating the earth's energies through a medium - which can be any parts of his body (usually his palms or feet). Once they are gathered, Ed must release them all at once in order to create a violent tremor. How long a tremor lasts depends on how much energy Ed had gathered from the earth but it can sometimes last if Ed reaches his limit which is when a large amount of his stamina is drained.

Additionally, in terms of application, Ed can also use these energies to plunge himself or anything that has mass up in the air. This is made possible since the energy he is manipulating can send a compelling force powerful enough to drive a particular object up in the sky but the intensity varies depending on the object's weight. The heavier the object, the weaker the propelling force would be.

| LIMITATIONS: |
  • Ed can only create tremors if his stamina is at full capacity. If ever he has current physical conditions that would affect his stamina such as being tired or exhausted, the intensity of the quakes will be weaker.
  • The tremor is only limited at a certain radius and cannot go beyond three hundred meters unless his physical strength is somehow amplified by a great quantity which would certainly make it possible for him to create quakes reaching beyond the distance of his limit.


| WEAKNESSES: | Strength and physical foundation plays a vital role on utilizing Ed's powers. That being said, in order to manipulate the earth's energies would require Ed to pay a great amount of his stamina. Usually, Ed isn't physically diverse in some aspects and that makes him unable to use his power at its full potential. Also, his current physique limits his control at certain circumstances. This doesn't mean that he is too weak to use his abilities. In fact, he does exhibit a variety of physical workouts every once in a while just to improve himself and tone down his weaknesses. However, he generally finds it difficult most of the time especially when he's at the process of releasing gathered energies to create a tremor.

Lastly, creating tremors will leave him exhausted and weary once after the process is done. This is because of the magnetic attraction of the earth's energy to his own which can cause momentary fatigue and severe body aches due to the impact of the earth's energies alone. There are other instances where Ed's body system may undergo into a state of shock or paralysis depending on how much of the Earth's energy he attempted to control.

| APPLICATIONS: |
  • Can propel self or any object high in the air by enabling seismic force to punch through.
  • Capable of causing immediate destruction such as creating cracks on the ground, destroy buildings and etc.
  • Able to reduce or amplify the impact of naturally-caused tremors by simply taking the present energies to his control.
  • Can easily observe seismic activities on the earth's crust by attracting the earth's energy to his own through magnetism.


| SKILLS: |
Proficient in Geology: Ever since the discovery of his powers, Ed was compelled to the studies of earth science - which was significantly connected on how his abilities work. At the age of 11, he started to show utmost interest of the subject and by later years, showed proficiency in terms of application. By this time, Ed acquired an advanced level of knowledge about the earth through casual studying and research, though not in a level as that of a scientist.

Singing: A hobby developed since he was at the age of 6. Now at his current age, Ed is capable of reaching certain notes - whether they'd be high or deep - with his voice. Basically, he can sing his favorite songs or others that are popular on the radio and he can do it efficiently, enough to please people who would listen to him sing.

Public speaking: Throughout the years in high school and now in college, Ed has been participating multiple events that would involve himself speaking to the masses. He is a trained public speaker and can communicate well with his path of speech. From forums, debates, or student congress, Ed will always find the courage to stand on stage in front of hundreds of people.

| EQUIPMENT: |
  • Has his own car given to him by his father.
  • His day-to-day journals .
  • Different books about debate and public speaking in general.
  • Brass knuckles just in case there's trouble.


| BACKSTORY: | Ed was the only child of Rachel and David Haegar. His father was a well-known hard rock guitarist from a band called Python. They were famous back in the 80s and 90s but unfortunate mishaps between the band members had eventually separated them. Others retired but David pursued his career on being a solo artist. His fame rose in the late 90s which was after giving birth to his first son Edrenn or Ed. In the early 2000s, David and his former band members reunited and with that, they planned a tour for their greatest hits album. Python haven't lost their fanbase even after their breakup since David's solo career helped solidify their fame and promised the fans for a reunion. All went well. In fact, they were surprised after knowing their first concert tours were sold out in the shortest period of time. However, during their road trips, a tragic event forced David to withdraw from the tour and return home to Canada. A phone call from his brother was immediately given to him during their tours and it was about his wife Rachel and his son Ed. Their home back in Vancouver was robbed by unidentified men but the tragic news was the brutal murder of Rachel. Ed was barely alive at that time since he had suffered from multiple injuries. After knowing what happened, David left the tour and rushed home to Canada. David knew what the outcome would be if he left but even that won't stand on his way with his family.

The death of Rachel was a severe blow to David and his fame. A month after her burial murder, David retired from his solo career. His abrupt leave from the band's tour filled the fans with rage which contributed to his fame's downfall. But even after his desperate actions, his band members were still supportive and gave their sincerest condolences on behalf of Rachel's death. Ed was still 7 at that time but the scars of what happened remained in the deep seats of trauma. David was worried if it would ever affect his son's growth and that's why he always made sure that Ed becomes active in the outside world and be with other children of his age. By that time, they were already living a normal life. Years had passed and David acquired a job as a music instructor at a local community college.

Ed had a fairly normal childhood. Most of the time, he is caught playing Frisbee with his pals and if they couldn't play for a day, he'd go inside of his house to read books or play video games. It was at the age of 11 when Ed started to discover a strange turn to his life. At his school, just after dismissal, Ed had a strange sensation circling around his palms when he touched the ground. He and his friends were playing Frisbee at that time. Then the strange sensation turned into a heavy feeling, like he was about to pull something out from the ground. The next thing he knew, the ground was shaking violently. His classmates ran around in circles, panicking. Most of them were either riddled with fear or confusion. Some of the school's teachers, janitors and etc. rushed to save the students from being injured. An earthquake occurred within several minutes and as it ended, almost every student were seen crying in terror, hoping that a second round will not occur. The strange happening was all over the news but somehow, the authorities figured that the abrupt earthquake happened only at the area of the school. It was a mystery to seismologist as they've investigated. There wasn't even a fault line existing deep within the area. Ed was unconscious after the earthquake but woke up remembering a tiny bit of what had happened.

Ed discovered what he was capable of just after doing a second attempt of what he remembered a week after. At first, he was fearful of it, not entirely of the power but also through the weariness it gave once after performing it. Ed wanted to tell it to his father but he'd expect a bewildered reaction that might lead him into trouble. And so after his discovery, he kept it a secret. He continued living his life but considering it normal wasn't a term to describe it anymore. As he grew up, Ed became curiously driven on studying what his powers are and its overall nature. Doing so made him believe that it could help him gain complete control, which he severely lacked.

Ed followed the usual path as he turned into a young adult. He left home and went to the University of Toronto in Toronto, Ontario,Canada to pursue his ambitions. However, that didn't stop him from studying his powers. He always kept it at a low profile and from being discovered by anyone. Though he wanted his powers to serve a better purpose rather than destruction, it was proven that finding one was quite difficult.

| SAMPLE POST: |
The elevator doors slid to a close once the duo took a step inside. Ed turned to see how Robert was behaving, not that he was assuming of a bad intention but rather, check if he was anywhere near serious. Robert noticed Ed's prolonged stare, eventually placing him in an uncomfortable situation.
"Your problem?" Robert asked. His eyes were widely opened, quite puzzled at that moment.
"I don't know Rob. It seems that you're planning something which I won't like in the end." Ed narrowed his eyes with suspicion then looked away from Robert and onto the elevator doors, awaiting for them to open.
"It's something that I've been working on for our case study and I'm one hundred percent sure that you'll love it." Robert said with an unnoticeable sly smile drawing to his expression. Ed uttered an annoyed sigh in response and went silent until the elevator doors opened. Robert came rushing at a slightly faster pace than Ed, walking away from the elevator and straight to his apartment unit. He then turned to Ed who was moving effortlessly, almost as if he was unwilling to participate.
"Oh come on." Robert said exasperatedly.
"I'm trying to move faster. My skeptical side is just slowing me down."
"I've been working on this project for almost a week. At least show some interest." Ed raised his left eyebrow, still riddled with suspicion as he tried to study Robert's words. His blank look was a clear proof to that.
"I am. Just..give me a sec." Ed replied as he kept up. Once he did, Robert resumed his tread but slightly slowing himself down just to make sure Ed won't sneak his way out.

After a few minutes of walking, the two had finally arrived at Robert's apartment unit. Robert knocked four times before stepping away from the door. Ed's skepticism grew more as he frowned in focus while pursing his lips in confusion. Knocking would only be logical if there were people inside but to his assumption, there wouldn't be anyone staying inside if Robert was away. Ed knew Robert for quite some time. He was the first student he became friends with when he was a freshman and a part of knowing him was that he disliked dormitories and sharing a room with another person. So it was obviously unnatural for him to knock at the door if he was expecting someone to open it, unless he had visitors. But then again, those would come on rare occasions and there currently weren't any as Ed might have recalled.
"Knocking? Are there people inside?" Ed asked which somehow made Robert uneasy for a moment. He shamelessly forgot that Ed knew how he disliked having visitors.
"Uh..." Robert paused abruptly, smiling sheepishly in front of Ed. "I-It's just a tradition of mine to knock before I go inside. Y'know, just to drive...evil spirits away?" He then pulled a weak attempt of laughing. Of course, he knew that Ed could easily distinguish it as something he made up.
"Evil spirits. Right." Instead of contradicting Robert, Ed just remained silent but still piling himself up with doubt.

As Robert proceeded to turn the doorknob, Ed drummed his fingers on his lap, curious as to what suspicious tricks his friend was pulling out. He had doubts that it was a part of their case study but still had a small fraction of faith that it could be. Once the door opened, Ed stepped in slowly. The room was dim, there were hardly any lights turned on except for a small lamp located at the far side of the room. It was like a scene from a horror movie with a jump scare lingering around and ready to surprise Ed at any moment. By the time he turned his head to his left, the large fluorescent light on the ceiling was lit abruptly. A bush of confetti erupted from party poppers, some making their way and landing on Ed's hair. A group of people then emerged from their hiding places, some from behind the couches and others were under wooden tables. They blew their party horns in unison, all of a sudden holding a celebration that Ed was oblivious of.
"Congrats Edrenn!" A girl who Ed quickly recognized as one of his known colleagues from the University's debate society stood out in the midst of the surprise. Robert placed a hand on Ed's shoulder, trying to clarify his confused state.
"Now before you say 'what the fuck is happening', this is just a small celebration I've planned after you won last month's Intercollegiate Public Speaking Competition. I know you've prepared a ton for the event, so here's just a small reward for all of that hard work." Robert raised his chin as he smiled on Ed's previous success. Ed remained in slight confusion as his jaw still dropped a bit.
"Jeez Rob. I don't know what to say. I have to be honest though, I was quite surprised by this." The pretentious tone of his sarcasm was clearly noticeable but Robert didn't mind.
"Yes of course." Robert then inched himself closer. "There's Tequila sponsored by that girl." He then pointed to the girl who just mentioned Ed's name.
"Oh that's good but I won't be drinking for the next 3 months as a part of my alcohol balance." Ed replied, refusing to look at the girl Robert has pointed.
"Not that crap again. Come on, It's been a week since you've last consumed one." Ed rolled his eyes in response.
"Let's just eat the cake, shall we?" Annoyed by how Robert constantly insisted on letting him drink, he proceeded to get a slice of the chocolate cake sitting radiantly on the main table. The other guests accompanied him as one handed a bread knife.

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  • Ed loves listening to classic hard rock bands such as Aerosmith, AC/DC, Van Halen and etc. They were the inspiration for him to improve his singing.
  • During his spare time, when he's not studying Geology or anything school-related, Ed would grab his electric guitar and just jam to it.
  • Mountain Dew lel


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"Ever flip a coin and had it land on its side?"

| NAME(S): |
Samuel 'Sam' Williams

| ALIAS(ES): |
Trigger, Outlaw

| D.O.B.: |
14th March, 1977

| AGE: |
37

| SEX: |
Male

| SEXUALITY: |
Straight.

| APPEARANCE: |
Standing at a nice 6' 2", with nice, wide shoulders and a physique fitting of a country boy like himself, Sam is a good enough representation of someone that lived down South, way down in America, and he looks the part too, with a glorious looking mustache and crags in his face that rival the Grand Canyon. Despite his appearance, he is of a good heart and nature, and will naturally go out of his way to help others.

His regular look is a simple collared shirt with the sleeves either rolled up or not, blue denim jeans, a leather belt, either leather cowboy boots or shoes, and a nice cowboy hat. Sometimes he wears a simple jacket or cardigan over his shirt.

| H-CLASS: |
Fortuna

| ABILITIES: |
Sam is able to manipulate probability itself, being able to directly influence the outcomes of any situation he is in or sets eyes on by merely imagining the final result and watching it come to life before his very eyes. This has a very wide variety of applications, which are elaborated on below, and extends to many different things. For instance, if presented with an impending car accident where a car is about to hit a lady, Sam is able to, by changing the numbers and probabilities inherent in the millions to billions of microevents occuring at that moment, make it so that the car misses the lady, or that the driver is suddenly able to regain control, or even something else happening that prevents the lady from being hit.

| LIMITATIONS: |
  • He is only able to directly influence what is visible to him. So, let's say someone throws something at the back of his head from behind him, he won't be able to prevent that object from hitting him by manipulating probabilities. Anything in his visual field is fair game, anything that isn't is a crapshoot.
  • Without the added power of Future Sight, using his probability manipulation is only useful in short-term situations, like spur-of-the-moment decisions and such. He is not able to foresee a dramatic chain of events that he is able to set off by changing a certain probability or look into the future of someone and change the probabilities of things happening to them to influence and change their destiny.

| WEAKNESSES: |
  • He is only human, after all, and requires the regular human things to live and survive and so on, along with all the weaknesses of the flesh.
  • His powers do not bestow added strength or stamina or endurance, and even with his training as a fast shooter and a marksman, he is still no more than a highly trained person, not even superhuman save for his powers.
  • His probability powers eat up a fair chunk of his stamina when he uses them, especially for extended periods of time. Thus, he keeps himself energised by way of either caffeine or sugar, not so much that he's dependent on it, but if and only if he needs to.

| APPLICATIONS: |
  • Making impossible shots with his guns.
  • Directly influencing the environment around him to go the way he wants it.
  • Calculated defense against threats by neutralising them before they even initiate an attack.
  • Influencing the probabilities that a given situation will result in a certain outcome, either good for him or bad for whoever's against him.
  • Being able to tell the probabilities of a situation already in motion (eg. a lottery draw or a coin toss) and to directly change them.

| SKILLS: |
  • Trick Shooter - Having honed himself in the delicate art of trick shooting, Sam is trained and very proficient in making improbable shots, mostly just-for-fun things like shooting coins in midair or fine accuracy on tiny targets, but it has taught him how to fire at moving objects efficiently and accurately, which leads to...
  • Marksman - Sam has taught himself how to be accurate with a small variety of weapons, which sets him above the average Joe, but not as accurate as proper military-trained shooters. He's just good enough.
  • Quickdraw - As part of his skillset in trick shooting, he has taught himself how to draw his sidearm really, really fast. Though it's not Mercury-level fast, it's still faster than your average Joe.
  • Keen Eye - Paying attention to his surroundings was always something he did, and it shows too, with him naturally being able to pick out what distant objects are even though he can't identify details.

| EQUIPMENT: |
  • Sam owns a pair of guns, Smith & Wesson Model 29 .44 revolvers. These are his life and soul, and were the mainstays of his act and job as a trick shooter. The guns have small names engraved on the sides of their barrels, one reads 'Carl' and the other 'Bessy'. He does not carry them around with him, but they are displayed in a glass case on the wall behind and above the counter of his shop.
  • Sam also carries around a small tin of marbles wherever he goes. Flicking these with a good arm and fingers does indeed hurt people, and with his probability powers they have proved quite useful in indirectly influencing things to happen in favourable ways.
  • Sam also owns a beagle he calls 'Casey'. It sports a neat brown leather collar with a single tag with its name on it, and is a young female beagle in the prime of her life.
  • Lastly, Sam owns a very nice hat. There are many others like it but this one is his. Do not touch.

| BACKSTORY: |
Sam was born to Keith and Suzanne Williams, and was the youngest of three siblings, with an elder brother named Robert and a sister the same age as he called Eileen. The Williams were ranchers by trade. They owned a farm just outside the small town of Corbin, Kentucky, and spent their days growing wheat and corn, along with the usual mainstays of livestock like cows and chickens. Life on the farm was simple enough, the Williams siblings' hobbies were music, tending to the animals and going horseriding around the farm and surrounding countryside. Of course, being in the country and owning livestock meant that they also had to keep their share of firearms to ward off unwanted intruders like foxes. Young Samuel took to his father's habits of shooting old tin cans on their pasture fence and soon became a regular shot, spending free time unloading round after round onto old cans, plastic bottles and cardboard boxes. He kept the hobby well into young adulthood, even though his main job then was to take care of the farm in his parents' old age. He purchased a rifle and practiced with it, eventually being able to shoot apples off the trees in their small orchard, though the apples became apple juice when he shot them.

Now you might be wondering how he got his powers. The answer's simple: they developed when he was a child, and worked unconsciously through his youth and into adulthood. The only thing that Sam knew about himself was that he was just incredibly lucky when he wanted to do something impossible for a man of his skill level. Flick a coin in the air and shoot it? 'No problem', said his mind, and 'lemme help you with that' said his powers. Okay, but taking the same coin (now with hole in it) and shoot it again, putting the bullet through the exact same hole? 'Impossible' said his mind, but his powers said 'everything's possible if you believe oh and I can make it happen so there'. The only time when he realised that something was quite amiss about himself was when he began pulling off these sort of stunts regularly, and with enough "skill" to warrant some notice by the media. When questioned by an intrepid reporter, he merely responded with "I guess it's a whole lotta luck," but questions ran circles in his mind until he decided to test them. Setting up an experiment, Sam performed the feat of shooting a bottlecap off a glass bottle, something that would normally be impossible to do without breaking the bottle itself. Then he realised that he didn't just have a talent or a knack at making impossible shots, he actually had the power to make the impossible...possible. With further testing came further realisation that not only could he influence himself, he could influence others too.

This was enough to make him rethink his life choices. Though his family was getting by on the farm, Sam saw promise with his gift. He left, promising that one day he'd return with a fortune, and moved into Louisville, where he touted his gunplay skills at carnivals and contests, challenging other marksman to nearly impossible feats and gaining glory when he succeeded. For a while, life was good. He regularly sent money back to his family at the farm, money that he won by winning (read: cheating at) shooting contests and other accuracy competitions, and was even touted as the most accurate man in Kentucky. Alas, his luck was not to hold out, as not even he could have predicted the rise of the so-called "Hyperhumans", and he was almost immediately outed as one. Not one to falter in the face of despair, Sam gave up on his dreams but instead went into the more simple business of firearm repair and servicing. Once a lofty shooter, now reduced to a businessman, he didn't have the face or the guts to go back to his family, a feeling that influenced his decision to move to Canada. He set up his own small business in Toronto, his feats unheard of, but he regularly went to a local gun club for the socialising and to relive his glory days. Sometimes he would go to the countryside just outside the city to partake in more dangerous stunts just to keep his skills sharp, but otherwise Samuel Williams was now nothing more than a washed up old gun.

Still, being as helpful as he was, the powers he was given did still have some use. He regularly helped neighbours with chores or other things, like packing or moving, and with proper use of his powers (obviously kept under wraps so as not to freak out anyone), he made processes efficient and slyly helped other folks in their endeavours, all the while tending to his store and being one of those nice, middle-aged men that smiles at you on the street and chats with you about the weather while waiting to cross the street, a life he is happy to enjoy for the rest of his days.

| SAMPLE POST: |
7 A.M. Normally a time when people would be sleeping. However, for Sam, it was the start of his day. Business at his store didn't start until eleven, but he valued being an early riser and being prepared early. So it was off for an early jog, followed by bagels at the local cafe, where he would regularly relax until ten thirty, at which he'd take a stroll back to the shop, shower and freshen up, then open it for business at eleven on the nose. Today wasn't an irregular day, and he proceeded on his little schedule at his own pace. As he jogged, however, he kept an eye out for anything...weird, or bad. You could never know, what with the recent increase in the number of "Hypes" out there, coupled with the regular irregularities whose probabilites contributed to an interruption to a routine. Who knows, today might be the day a Hype used his (or her) powers for bad and caused some chaos in the neighbourhood. But it was highly unlikely. Sam knew the numbers. He always did.

His jogging route took him around the block, as usual, and right past the cafe he ate breakfast at, as usual. The sweet young lady that swept the front doorstep and brewed the coffee smiled and waved at him and he returned the gesture.

"Morning, mister Williams!"

"And g'morning t'you to, young lady!"

He smiled to himself as he kept on. She had a bright future ahead of her, this he could tell even though he couldn't predict it.

Probably.

Rounding the final corner to end his jog, Samuel turned his gaze to the sidewalk in front of him. Same as always, as usual. There was old Mrs. Nelson hobbling towards the park to feed the pidgeons like she always did. Same patrol car coming down the street towards him with the same two officers in it, one of whom waved a greeting that he returned in kind, as usual. The weather was bracing cold, as usual for a morning that early, one he knew that would turn warmer as the day went by. Everything as usual, just the way he liked it.

Then he stopped dead in his tracks. Something wasn't right.

The scream that suddenly emanated from the alleyway in front of him confirmed his suspicions.

Oh this wasn't his usual day at all. What were the chances? Slim, actually.

Sam ran ahead to the entrance to the alleyway and collided head-first with a young man that was running out, a leather purse grasped tightly in his hand as he shook off the impact and ran away. The poor middle-aged lady, one he recognised as the accountant who always woke up early for breakfast like he did, staggered to her feet and hobbled out of the alley, gibbering and wailing.

"That horrid young man took my purse! Someone stop him! Thief! Police! Anyone!"

He knew that the patrol car behind him was just rounding the corner and disappearing out of sight. He had to do something.

Then he remembered.

His hand dived into the pocket of his track pants and pulled out the tin of mints he always carried around. With a thumb he popped open the top and shook several out onto his palm. Then he broke into a run to chase after the young punk that had so interrupted his routine. That was the easy part, within seconds he had the youth in sight, the strap of the purse flapping about in the wind as he ran, presumably to someplace safe. Now for the hard part. Taking into account the speed at which they were running, Sam looked for something he could exploit, something in the environment that would stop the young punk from running.

Something like a trash can. An innocent green bin (one of those plastic deals with wheels on them) sat on the curb in front of an apartment building, one they were getting really close to. He needed a plan.

There, an idea.

With mints in hand, Sam aimed right for the bin and flung them ahead of the young runner, adjusting the probability that they'd impact the bin on its side to maximum. Of course they'd hit, it was like throwing gravel at the side of a barn. Once the mints clattered against the side of the bin, he then adjusted the probability of one of the bin's wheels giving way under the minute strain to extremely probable, which is exactly what happened. A plastic wheel popped free of its slot and the bin, overburdened and unbalanced, toppled over right into the youth's path, causing him to run straight into it and crash head-over-heels into the sidewalk. He deftly hopped over the fallen bin and straddled the young man's back, sitting on him and pinning his arms in place as he took back the stolen purse. Then, as the rush of what just happened caught up with him, he heard distant sirens. The lady called the cops. He could relax, thank goodness. All in all, a plan well executed, and just in time too! He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, a poignant reminder that he wasn't as young as he used to be, and so he popped two mints and waited for the cops to show up.

A fine start to the day. Hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with that sort of thing any time soon. Which was unlikely, since he himself knew the numbers. It wouldn't happen again, not for a long, long time.

As usual.

| NOTES: |
  • Regularly keeps a roll of sweets or a small box of mint candies to keep his energy levels up.
  • Root beer, he loves it. And so do I.
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| NAME(S):|
Aiden Lawe

| ALIAS(ES):|
Speedster (Name given by his mother)

| D.O.B.:|
10-12-1988

| AGE:|
26

| SEX:|
Male

| SEXUALITY:|
Heterosexual

| APPEARANCE:|
Aiden is a thin and lithe young man standing around six feet with an impressive wingspan (both arms and legs). His cold steely blue eyes and arrogant smirk prove the fact that he has an attitude and arrogance a mile long. Aiden keeps his hair short and generally slicked back.

| H-CLASS:|
Mercury

| ABILITIES: |
Aiden’s first and foremost talent is speed. Although he has never accurately tested the limits of his abilities Aiden knows that he can keep up with a car going around eighty without breaking a sweat (although since people don't have speedometers he can't really tell how fast). Aiden has hopes that one day that can find an empty stretch of road and see how fast he can actually go.

| LIMITATIONS: |
On top of other things, Aiden is human and humans get tired. While it does take him longer to become exhausted he will eventually wear himself down. Because he doesn’t have access to materials that don’t wear down Aiden is frequently going through pairs of clothes and shoes so he has to either carry around spares in his backpack or go home.

| WEAKNESSES: |
As stated earlier Aiden can and will succumb to exhaustion if he runs for too long. Also because of his speed if he were to trip and fall the damage would be equivalent to a car wreck at that speed without the car. While using his speed for hand to hand combat, while the blow will be devastating it will most likely hurt him as well. If Aiden’s speed and momentum are broken it takes him a minute to recover due to his body ‘catching up’ with his exhaustion.

| APPLICATIONS: |
The obvious application is that he can run REALLY REALLY fast. In light of that he is very hard to hit unless targeted by some other Hype ability. Offensively, using his speed and momentum, he can add extra power behind his punches and kicks. While this is not nearly as effective as someone with an Atlas H-type, it is more than enough to feel like getting hit by a car. From a ranged perspective anything that he throw (that he can pick up within reason) can turn into a highspeed projectile.
Defensively…he just runs REALLY REALLY fast.

| SKILLS: |
Collegiate Level Track Athlete - Because of his natural affinity for running it’s only natural that Aiden followed track as his pass time.
Silver Tongued - While some don’t consider this a real skill Aiden has made a living on making other believe his every word.
Downtown Brawler- By no means is he a Shaolin master kung-fu artist, he is known to be able to fight his way out of a situation.
Smart-Ass- Not entirely different from his Sliver Tongue, Aiden relishes in tormenting the minds of those around him, not in an evil way…just to piss everyone off.


| EQUIPMENT: |
1x Backpack (clothes, shoes, cell phone, money…anything that he might need without being too heavy
1x Pair of Aviator Goggles (He says they look cooler)
What he carries depends on what he thinks he will need and will fit in his backpack without slowing him down.

| BACKSTORY: |
Aiden always knew from an early age that he had a gift to get anything he wanted from people. Born to well-respected lawyers from Toronto, Charles and Susan, Aiden knew just how to skirt around the law keeping him just out of reach. In his earlier years Aiden was always getting his classmates to give him everything that he wanted while never taking any blame for himself. As he grew into his teenage years his scams became more and more elaborate to the point that he was pulling in more money than any high-school senior could have ever imagined.

On one fated day Aiden was finally caught and was sent to his parents for council which resulted in many long hours of heated arguments. Although they were able to get him acquitted it was finally decided that he would have to go to college out of the country in the hopes that he would finally behave himself around people that he didn’t know. So it was that the following fall after his charges were dropped that he was enrolled at NYU as a freshmen with no connections and just enough money to survive, unbeknownst to his parents Aiden couldn’t be any happier.

For the first year or so Aiden did well for himself joining the track team and becoming a well-established member of the college, even winning some awards for both his athletic and academic achivements. Behind the scenes, however, Aiden was building a network of contacts and raking in money from some of New York’s most elite once again becoming the richest student anyone had ever seen. As his funds grew so did his ego as Aiden began flaunting his money recklessly often seen going to clubs and shirking his school work. As his antics became more and more outrageous, he began to draw the attention of the police and those that he had swindled.

Once again Aiden’s arrogance got the better of him as he began losing contacts and worse his money, the police began closing on him as the head behind the most organized con ring the city had seen in quite some time, Aiden did the one thing that he knew that he was good at besides swindling people out of their money, running. After finding his way back to Toronto, and avoiding anyone who might turn him in, Aiden took the last bit of money he had obtained in New York and set up a place for him to live and found a job as a bartender that would pay his bills. He has been living humbly ever since.


| SAMPLE POST: |
The overwhelming sounds of the bar on a Friday night always seemed to deafen Aiden more than anything else he had been through before and it was always the drunken assholes that seemed to come out at night instead of the respectable drunks. As he stood behind the counter making drink after drink his mind began to drift back to the days when he had to do very little and make as much as everyone in this bar made in a year together, although he had to remind himself that every time that he made that much money he couldn’t help but become even more arrogant than he already was a thought that even he didn’t think was possible.

As another group of usual’s walked in through the doors he did his part and nodded with a modest smile and watched as they found their place at their usual table. The group had been coming in for the past several weeks now as Aiden was already began making their drinks and one in particular of a pretty blonde chick that he had been eyeing for a while now, he made hers special. The sound of the door bell ringing brought his attention back to the front door, but who he saw was someone he had been trying to put out of his mind. Reggie Delacroix. His number two guy when he started in Toronto.

The last time he and Reggie had actually spoken was a few weeks prior to his initial capture here in his hometown, he had actually sold Reggie out and sent as part of the terms of his own acquittal and the last thing that he heard Reggie had a real bad beef with him. Going back to his work and praying that Reggie didn’t see him, Aiden tried to bring his mind back the hot blonde and off of the black French guy that wanted to kick his ass. He was a lover not a fighter.

Low and behold when he lifted his head up again there was Reggie, just as sour faced as he remembered.

”Hey Reggie, how’s it going? What’s it been like ten years or so?”

The soft features of Aiden’s face brightening up in one of his character smart-ass smiles something that Aiden knew would piss Reggie off. Surprisingly, however, Reggie didn’t even make a move to strike him or anything aggressive, he simply made motion for him to follow. While Aiden wasn’t one to simply follow an angry black man somewhere he felt like he owed Reggie that much. After checking with his manager and getting the all clear Aiden followed Reggie into the back alley way where employees take their smoke breaks, something that he decided was time for anyway.

”So what’s the deal here Reg, huh? Tryin to find me at work so you can hash shit out with me on my fifteen minute smoke break?”

”Would you just shut up for a minute and let me talk Aiden…I’m getting a crew together and I want you to on it.”

The resounding laugh came through and echoed all around them as Aiden couldn’t believe what he was hearing…Reggie wanted him on a crew.

”Naw man…I don’t do that shit anymore, but thanks for the thought.”

”This aint a request Aiden, either you jump in on this or I make a couple of calls and you go back to New York and deal with shit there."

”Touche Reg, touche. When do we start?



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