[hider= Atticus Tyren][img=http://i904.photobucket.com/albums/ac245/LupusIntus/Roleplayer%20Guild/prep_zps2048a505.jpg]
Name: Atticus Tyren

Alias: Blake Rowe

Age: 22

Personality: At the best of times Atticus is self-absorbed, sarcastic, and abrasive. He often looks down on those who annoy him (which is a rather easy thing to do), those who lack class or tact, those who whine about their problems, and those who act superior to others (which is rather ironic considering he has an air or superiority at all times). Atticus is quick to insult and slow to apologize, often talking down to others for no apparent reason. Despite these rather difficult-to-handle mannerisms he is not a bad person at heart and is sometimes prone to sudden acts of kindness and empathy, though they are often accompanied by some snarky excuse.

When deadly serious, all manner of attitude and insult disappears as Atticus becomes single-minded in his pursuit. He will not rush in foolishly and will instead approach an obstacle with a cold and calculated cunning that is frightening to behold. When a true goal is at hand, he will stop at almost nothing to achieve it and will not hesitate to destroy anything, or anyone, in his path. 

Being born and raised in the upper crust, adept at hiding his true nature. Atticus found it rather easy to blend back into ‘normal society’ after the Civil War. Through tact and manipulation, he is able to maintain a façade of normality that has fooled most of those around him. Inside, however, he despises the upper class and the government who sought to use him as a weapon. When faced with government workers, collection squads, soldiers, and the like he is prone to reacting violently and without mercy.

Appearance: Atticus stands about 5’10” with a light wispy build, fair skin and dark eyes. He is quite handsome, with a strong jaw and full lips, and his wavy brown-blonde hair is always carefully styled to give him a sleek modern look. His clothes don’t quite match up to the same level of style as he's usually seen in a light brown jacket over a button-down shirt and jeans.

Powers: Blood Manipulation – Atticus is able to control his own blood through force of will: bending and molding it into various shapes and changing its consistency outside of his body. At its most basic form, the powers allow him to create tentacles or spikes up to 5 or 6 meters in length. By manipulating the platelets within the blood he is able to make weapons that can pierce or cut surprisingly strong materials like body armor, some metals, and even concrete. Due to the nature of this power, Atticus must create self-inflicted wounds in order to draw the blood out of his body. This gives him a certain advantage when fighting enemies who leave lots of cuts or gashes as the strength of his ability would slightly increase as he sustained more injury.
As this power develops Atticus will be able to extend the range of his manipulation, create more complex shapes with his blood, and sense the blood of others. This will eventually lead to a slight amount of influence over blood that is not his own which will grant him many useful and deadly abilities. 

Weaknesses and limitations: 
Blood Loss – As would be imagined, the more Atticus uses his powers in a short period of time the weaker he would become as blood is inevitably lost through his manipulation. This can lead to light-headedness, dizzy spells, unconsciousness, and even death if not kept in check.
Required Outlet – Due to the fact that his blood must come out of his body in order for him to use it, Atticus is put at an extreme disadvantage when fighting enemies who do not cause blood-drawing wounds. 
Short Range – At Atticus’ current level of mastery, he is only able to extend his powers about 6 meters from his body.

History: Atticus was born on the upper east side of New York City to his mother, Eliza, and his father, Senator Ames Tyren, a very powerful and influential man in the political circuit. The younger of two sons by three years, Atticus found from an early age that his parents held no particular love for him and was constantly overshadowed by the accomplishments of his brother, Emerson. If Atticus got an 'A', Emerson got an 'A+'. If he got silver in the national tennis circuit, his brother got gold. Nothing Atticus did or accomplished was ever enough to please his parents. Despite this obvious trend, Atticus actually loved his brother deeply and the two got on very well with Emerson often intentionally redirecting his parents anger and disappointment away from his brother.

This all changed, however, the day Emerson was killed. He was attending Yale University when there was a horrible school shooting led by another student. 37 students and teachers were killed that day: Emerson being one as he attempted to shield a fellow student from the gunfire. To the media and the public it was all seen as a random tragedy caused by an unstable boy and poor gun regulations. To those with enough power to learn the truth, the shooter had recently discovered a certain ability to hear others thoughts. The feverish scribblings in the journal confiscated from the boy's room indicated that hearing the mutterings and ramblings of everyone's mind at all hours of the day was enough to drive him insane. This was well before the great Civil War, before 'Unnaturals' came into the public eye, and so the government had certain protocols in place to ensure it all stayed quiet as more and more cases appeared around the country.

These protocols did not extend to the Senator Ames Tyren, who quickly learned the truth of the matter and thus began taking subtle steps to ensure these 'monsters' would be dealt with. And so it was that the first several laboratories were funded, all off the record of course, and the measures were developed to locate and contain those who might be deemed 'dangerous' and uncontrollable. They would be captured and studied in the hopes of developing effective countermeasures and weapons needed to protect the citizens of the United States.

After Emerson's death, things took a turn for the worse for Atticus. Blaming the death of their favored child on the life of their second, the physical and mental abuse became almost too much for the boy to bare. Still he worked for their affections in every way he knew how and received many awards in academics, musicianship, and athletics throughout his entire high school career. But even being granted admittance to Harvard could not please Atticus' grieving parents.

It was only a few weeks before moving to University that Atticus noticed something strange about him, or more specifically about his blood. He could make it squirm, twist, and move beneath his skin: he could feel it moving through his veins. At first he didn't understand until one night when he accidentally dropped a glass and caused his father to go into a fit of rage. Striking the boy, Ames sent him to the ground where he sliced his hand upon a shard if glass. In a moment of panic the blood that dripped from the wound lashed out and defended Atticus, much to the horror of his parents. Though he begged him not to, Ames immediately went to the phone and called the number of a special squad trained to handle the 'monsters'. With cold expressions, his parents watched silently as they came in and beat the boy into submission before wrapping a black bag tightly around his face and dragging him into the night. They drove for hours until they were far away from the lights of the city and when the bag was finally pulled away young Atticus found himself in the dim sterile cell that would be his new home.

For nearly four years he suffered beneath the scalpels and tests of the doctors who saw his kind as nothing more than a new animal to dissect. 

They broke him down in every way imaginable, but at the bottom; when everything had been stripped away; Atticus found a sort of control. Through careful planning he bided his time until the moment was right and he struck, slaying his abusers and making an escape from that horrible place hidden deep in the northern forests of New York state. Through some miracle he made it back to the city, taking what he needed to survive the trip, until finally he'd returned to his parent's penthouse. There he found his mother, broken and withered from years of carrying a heavy burden, and though he'd had the intention to kill her she begged for his forgiveness at her mistake, saying they'd been too scared and grief-stricken to know what they were doing. Atticus immediately sensed this half-truth, for he knew his father had held no such regrets as the man led the country's crusade against the 'unnaturals'. He meant to wait for him, to kill the man who would send his own son to a fate worse than death, but it was taking too long and he could not bare to put such harm on his mother after seeing what she'd become. Instead he opened his father's safe and took with him an incredibly large sum of money and several incriminating papers regarding the so-called 'House of Powers'. Bidding a last farewell to his mother, Atticus left the penthouse behind and made his way into the world that now feared his kind and that would forever see him as an outsider.[/hider]
[hider= Hunter Wade][img=http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/billymartinfanatic/default/jeff-hardy-large-msg-118545846282--large-msg-120123210047.jpg?post_id=36508851]
Name: Hunter Wade

Alias: Nothing yet

Age: 22 (yay! I'm playing my actual age lol)

Personality: First and foremost, he hates what he has become. Hunter is an introvert that has always been a little bit different from everyone else; even before he found out that he was unnatural. Ever since he was little he has always felt alone, even if there were dozens of other people around him. Instead of feeling sorry for himself or pitying the fact that he never could really connect with other people he delved deep into himself and his own mind. He's an enigma on the inside and out, and has always considered himself to be an artist. At a young age he took up drawing, painting, and writing things like poems, stories, and songs, and found that he could connect with people through his art in ways that he never felt he could in “the real world”, and it became a passion of his to create anything that his mind could conceive.

However, once his...curse was awakened his entire philosophy was destroyed. All he wanted to do was create...but it seemed that all he was destined for was destruction. This changed him in ways that he had never hoped were possible. Despite being “different”, he had always been able to see the beauty in the world, but now after seeing so much death and chaos and pointless oppression he wasn't sure what to believe in the world. He is broken...and he might be a very different man once he pieces himself back together again. 

Appearance: Hunter stands at about 6'3”, weighs about 173, and has a medium frame. He is a little on the lanky side, but has a slightly athletic build to him. His eyes are green and his hair is long and dyed in various colors. There is a particular sadness in his eyes that is sometimes too easy to discern and his smiles almost always seem forced. Hunter also has a strange enigmatic vibe to him, and it comes with an intensity that emanating subconsciously from him; causing some people not to trust him at first sight or simply feel uncomfortable around him. 

Powers: Exorcism- Hunter has the ability to, with physical contact the appropriate amount of time, destroy someone's very soul. He doesn't know exactly what his ability (or curse as he likes to call it) does or what all it is capable of, but he knows that if he can keep physical contact with someone for long enough while he channels his power he can feel the persons will crack and shatter all together, and that eventually the person will die. It is possible, however, if the process is stopped at a certain point before killing the person, to leave them broken, mindless, or in an almost mentally ill state. The power destroys the mind, body, and soul of it's victims, and doesn't seemingly have any capabilities other than causing harm. 

Weaknesses and limitations: One of the major limitations of the power is that it is a process, something that takes time and the retention of physical contact, and cannot be utilized from a distance.

There is also the fact that every time Hunter uses his ability on someone, especially if it causes their death, he suffers from psychological consequences. When he sleeps or falls into a dreamlike state his mind always goes to one place; something that seems to be a hellish dimension where he hears the cries and feels the physical pain of everyone that has ever been the victim of his curse. There is one figure that he sees when he dreams of this place, a woman who is almost too far away to even hear, but he still hears her faint cries and torment. It is not known whether or not these visions are just nightmares caused by a guilty conscious or if that realm, that hell is actually a reality in his mind where the souls of the people he has killed or harmed are exorcised to suffer for eternity. 

He hasn't used his ability very many times, and so he is not used to the physical strain and trauma that it causes him, and if attempting it on someone with a relatively strong willpower he is left physically exhausted and in a weakened state until he has time to recover.

(P.S. The full capabilities and limitations of his power are not fully known or understood at this time, and this will be updated as it grows and he becomes stronger) 

History: (I'd like to start off by saying that I always prefer just giving a skeleton of a history so that there is room for the character to grow organically and so that his back-story can be revealed throughout the role play. However, if you need more than what I provide I would be happy to change it for you guys :D)

Hunter's early years were filled with questions. He didn't understand why he didn't have a mother like all of the other kids, he didn't understand why his father wouldn't tell her why or how she died, and he didn't understand how his father could move on and fall in love with someone else; especially their neighbor named Brad. 

Growing up Hunter had two dads, and the only thing that he knew about his mother was that “she loved...” him “...very much all the way up until she died and that she still does today.” He was told by his father that his mother was always watching over him, and that he would never be alone. Hunter learned as he grew up that those words might very well have been a lie. He always felt alone, mainly because his father was so in love with his partner that it seemed like he never had time for bonding time with his son. At school, he was picked on and bullied by the other kids because of the fact that he had two dads. He had never done anything to anybody but still they teased and they hurt him; growing up in a small Texas town might have had something to do with this. These things, as well as many others drove him to be a true introvert. He found art and writing, something that he fell in love with, and he spent most of his free time pursuing those things even through high school he never really had any friends or did anything else other than his art.

After graduating high school he declined his two father's wishes to attend college, and instead turned the abandoned guest house into his own make-shift art studio equipped with a sleeping bag and a pillow.

To make a long and boring story a little shorter, he lived like this all the way up until tensions between normal people and the “unnatural” came near the point of war. The government was asking for those with powers to turn themselves in, and for anyone who knew anything regarding these “freaks” to contact them with any information for a reward. That is exactly what happened. On the night Hunter's power was awakened, an anti-gay intruder broke into their home as an attempt to scare them into leaving town, but things went bad when Hunter's instincts kicked in and he grabbed a hold of the intruder from behind, suddenly bright blue light began emanating from his eyes and veins as the man he was holding on to screamed in misery. The next thing Hunter remembered was the man's lifeless body falling to the ground and his fathers staring at him in fear. That night Hunter's father's partner Brad called the authorities and reported Hunter to the government behind his father's back. 

Hunter was taken in by armed soldiers and transported to a secure facility outside of New York for the duration of the Civil War. He was a POW, and was treated like shit just for what he had done. He didn't mean to hurt the guy, nor did he want to be cursed like he felt he was once his power awakened. 

Once inside the facility, he met the first person that he ever connected with; a young woman by the name of Arya, and she told him stories of a place where people like them would be safe. Arya had the ability to create beautiful light patterns and images which she projected on the walls of their cell for entertainment. Sometimes they would sing songs together and her lights would move to the rhythm, but that ended almost as fast as it began. She was taken from their cell when it was discovered that she was using her powers and he never saw her again, but the word of her death reached him a few days later.

When the facility got attacked, his cell opened, and he ran with everything that he had to escape, and was forced once again to use his powers to escape the grasp of a guard trying to take him back. Now, as he runs, trying to find Arya's fabled “safe-house”, he doesn't know anything except for the fact that he's broken...and maybe if he finds the place she always talked about...maybe if there were people like her there...just maybe he could be fixed. 

Other: He has killed two people so far, but he hears the screams of three in his dreams[/hider]
[hider= Katyusha Vasilyev] [img=http://i374.photobucket.com/albums/oo187/theoneandonlyhaku/Pantsu%20Witches/c80fe15bebdde9e5c6604f83f2b8fdd4.jpg]
Eyes are red, not blue like in the picture
Name: Катюша Васильев (Pronounced Katyusha Vasilyev)
Alias: Katya
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Katya is 5'2 feet tall and is an albino. She has mid long white hair, red eyes and pale skin.

Power:[u]Paper Manipulation[/u]: Katya can manipulate paper in a few ways. She can also feel where the paper she is controlling is at.
Firstly she can move paper around with her will. The more paper she control the less control she has over it. For instance if she control only a few pieces of paper she can even make an origami frog without touching them, but if she were to control a very big amount she would only be able to move them in a stream. The size of the paper doesn't matter, only the amount of different objects.
Secondly she can change the color of paper. It is easy for her to change one color on the paper to another and she can do this without touching it. Like changing writing from blue to red or the paper from white to black. If she is touching the paper she can actually make color shapes though the more complex or precise the longer it takes. Every color change she does can last up to 1 day.
Lastly she can harden the paper she controls. She has to be touching the paper to actually harden it. The harder she tries to make the paper, the longer it takes her. The amount of paper she hardens at 1 time doesn't change that time. She can harden paper to be as hard as iron, but this takes her about 20 minutes. Unless she touches the paper again it will lose it's hardness after 1 hour. Her hardened paper is a bit more resistant to water than normal paper.
Weaknesses and limitations: She can only use her power to control paper and without any paper nearby she is basically powerless. Paper becomes useless when exposed to fluids, tough she can still control it, but it would have no practical use. She also can't control paper unless she is seeing it or knows it's there.
Skills: Katya has a photographic memory and can recall anything she saw once almost perfectly. She is quite talented at origami and can make almost any shape she can think of. She is also quite adept at counterfeiting documents by changing some sentences or putting in an autograph she has already seen before. She can also counterfeit money, but changing 1 bill correctly takes her about 1 hour and she needs the bill she wants to change it into next to her.

Personality: Katya is a calm girl who doesn't really talk that much. This is mainly because she dislikes attention and this became more prevalent when she got her power. This doesn't mean she is shy and if she wants to say something though she will say it. She is also quite practical and doesn't like stuff that has no practical use. Most of the times she will think before she acts and often tries to plan things out. Katya is quite sensitive about her being an albino and clams up when people talk to her about it. She also finds her full name to be a mouthful and prefers people call her Katya.

History: As you can hear from her name Katya was born in Russia. She grew up as an only child with 2 loving parents and she had a lot of friends there. When Katya was 8 she and her parents moved from Russia to Canada because of her father's job. Katya had to leave all her friends behind and had a lot of trouble learning English. This made it hard for her to adapt and she never really made any school friends in those first few years. It was during this time that she started to notice that the paper around her often moved even when there was no wind. After a while she found out that she was an unnatural. Though she kept this a secret from her parents since she knew they hated unnaturals for some reason. Since then she practiced her power at home after school almost every day in secret. In the beginning she was very careful and only did this when her parents weren't home, but when the years went on she got less and less careful. 

About a year ago while she was practicing in her room her mom suddenly entered the room and found out. Her mom out of the love she still had left for Katya, even though she was a 'filthy' unnatural, gave her 2 choices either pack her stuff and leave the house forever or she would call the authorities. She packed her stuff and left the house. Ever since then she has been living on the streets and trying to not get the government to notice her.

Other: She always has some paper on her for emergencies. For instance a small bag of confetti or a small paper block.[/hider]
[hider= Nilin Raymore] [img=http://s6.postimg.org/wx41mnk69/wallpaper_2504082.jpg]
Name: Nilin Rymore

Alias: Dreamweaver, Mirage

Age: 21

Personality: Nilin comes across as cold, distant and rather unapproachable. Her silvery blue eyes are often likened to shards of ice and though her face is lovely to look upon, it might as well be that of a mannequin’s for all the emotion it gives away. The girl seems always composed and sure of herself, as if nothing ever rattles her. Truth of the matter is that she wears her masks better than most - her remarkable knack for disguising her emotions often leads people to believe that she is incapable of feeling, unsurprisingly. Nilin is perfectly capable of experiencing the full spectrum of human emotion, but over the years, she’s learned to hide it. 

Her sense of empathy is extremely selective and the girl absolutely despises needless tears. With the amount of overreacting and ranting that had been going on even before the war of the supers, things had only escalated since then and Nilin finds herself extremely jaded and in desperate need of a universal mute button. The way some people carry on about trivial matters baffles and annoys her to no end, a seemingly unlikely combination which she has found possible.

Despite her own appearance giving away little to nothing, Nilin is quite good at reading others. Its a trick that has often proved life-saving since she ended up in the city’s criminal underbelly. The past few years had morphed her beliefs and morals, causing her to adopt a more ‘survival of the fittest’ sort of belief. That isn’t to say that she wouldn’t offer help, no. Nilin takes no joy in violence - after all, it can get quite messy. Though she would avoid a fight if she could help it, she isn’t above playing dirty or killing if backed into a corner. 

Nilin tends to address others by their most basic attributes - such as ‘Telepath’, ‘Priest’ or ‘Mimic’. She doesn’t believe in respect simply because of a title, though she wouldn’t alienate them right off the bat unless they give her reason to. In her opinion, respect is something to be earned. Even though she isn’t the easiest person to impress, she does acknowledge intelligence and power. 

In her world, trust is a precious commodity to be treasured and held close, only given out to the worthy. This has left her without many she could call friends - basically none. It was quite the bitter outlook for someone so young. 

The girl absolutely abhors profanity and refrains from it at all costs. She finds herself eloquent enough to get her point across without stooping to such a level or yelling. Nilin is efficient at her tasks and sets quite high standards for herself, as well as others. Those who attempt things only half-way are quick to earn her dislike. 

Appearance: 
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 116 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Pale blue

The Gods of genetics were exceptionally kind to Nilin - perhaps as an apology in advance for turning her life upside down after a decade and half.. 

Nilin’s figure is graceful with soft curves that complement her height perfectly. She holds herself with the subtle confidence of one who is comfortable in her own skin. Her complexion is naturally pale and free of blemishes or freckles, providing a lovely contrast to her ebony tresses that flow smoothly up to her waist. Icy blue eyes that are actually more silver with a bluish hue are her best features, despite their normal lack of warmth. 

She dresses in darker colors, often charcoal, navy, or deep green. Her wardrobe lacks any outfits that reveal much of her skin as she finds dressing skimpy for the sake of attention to be rather crass. 

Powers: Hallucikinesis - Nilin has the ability to create an manipulate illusions, making her target perceive exactly what she wishes them to, be it selective or over an entire group. She can also induce mental hallucinations in which the subject’s own mind turns against them as their imaginations, or specifically phobias, go into overdrive. Using illusions, she can cause the mind to trigger pain sensors and make her targets experience physical pain without actually harming them. 
Subpower : Memory manipulation - This power allows her complete control over a sentient being’s memories, herself included.

Weaknesses and limitations: Nilin’s illusions now matter how powerful or painful they are, cannot cause physical harm such as cuts, bruises or scars.

Crafting illusions is no easy task contrary to popular belief. There is no such thing as a perfect lie, and that’s exactly what her illusions are - lies. It takes patience and focus, for if she’s distracted or gets careless, her illusions are much easier to see through or shatter. 

Her ability to manipulate memories only works if she is in direct contact with the target.

History: Born Nilin Rymore, a name she quickly buried after being branded an Unnatural, she had a pleasant, if normal enough life. Her father passed away while she was barely two years old, a loss she didn’t really comprehend or feel as she was too young to remember - or even miss him. Elizabeth Rymore, her mother, made sure that her little girl never felt deprived of both parents’ love by filling the void left behind by her husband herself. The girl began to show a remarkable talent for music, specifically the violin, and was soon regarded as a prodigy. Nilin did quite well at school, living up to and exceeding her mother’s expectations. Now that the girl was old enough, her mother had more time to devote to her work and soon began rising up the ranks in the government. Life was good for both for them. 

Their perfect little world came to a crashing stop shortly after Nilin turned 15. Unbeknownst to the public, a rogue cell that had split off from the military were already ‘studying’ young people who possessed the affinity for the unnatural. The proverbial cat soon escaped the bag as their test subjects broke out of their facilities and came into light. A chain reaction plunged the nation into chaos and was on the verge of civil war. 

A group of unnaturals who referred to themselves as the Empowered, crashed her music class and began to scare the ‘rich, entitled’ students. As luck would have it, one of the students, possibly more, were unnaturals. Powers were unleashed out of control and fanned on by fear. Terrified, Nilin manage to escape the now destroyed room along with others. Security forces had already arrived on the scene, having been given word of the hostage situation. Amidst the chaos, one trigger happy soldier shot and killed a boy mistaken to be an Empowered because flames were licking up his arms and shoulders. His death put things into new perspective and Nilin felt herself react on instinct. A distorted illusion of the school lashed out in a wave, confusing and half-blinding everyone but herself. Amidst the confusion, she managed to escape.

During this time, Nilin’s mother served as a perfect target for the hordes of angry people who simply needed someone to vent out their fear and fury on - despite the fact that Elizabeth Rymore worked in the department of economy and had nothing to do with the facilities or unnaturals. Nilin was certain her mother would do everything in her power to protect her, consequences be damned. However, that would mean making her mother a target for both sides and she didn’t want that. She chose to let the world believe Nilin Rymore had died in the incident at her school that day.

Now, almost six years later, she’d made a new life for herself as the second in command of the most powerful gang of unnaturals who ruled the Syndicate. 

Other: 
~Nilin absolutely despises summer and anything to do with it. The blistering heat seems to hold a particular vendetta against her, in her opinion at least. She would rather operate on a nocturnal schedule if she could help it.

~She is a surprisingly talented violinist, something she likes to keep a secret. 

~annoyingly Meticulously neat. She despises messes of any kind, be it literal or metaphorical. 

~A disaster in the kitchen. Sure, she understands the art of fine cuisine (or even edible cuisine, really) - in theory. Its when she attempts to emulate it that the trouble begins. In a best case scenario her attempts end up inedible. Worst case - ….

~Nilin is woefully behind when it comes to modern music. The names of the latest bands or artists sound as foreign to her as an alien language and as such, is completely clueless about it.

~She has never danced and is almost sure she doesn’t know how to.

~Religion is a touchy subject for her. She’s not an atheist, per say, but she doesn’t exactly hold much stock in a higher power either. 
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