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.

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.