[hider=Reyna Baker]
[u][b]Basic Information[/b][/u]

[b]Name:[/b] 
[INDENT]Reyna Baker[/INDENT]
[b]Nickname/Alias/Etc:[/b] 
[INDENT]“Big Buff Cheeto Puff”, “Rain”, “Rey (or Ray)”, “Sweaty”[/INDENT]
[b]Gender:[/b] 
[INDENT]Female[/INDENT]
[b]Age:[/b]
[INDENT]20[/INDENT]
[b]Height:[/b] 
[INDENT]5'6”[/INDENT]
[b]Weight:[/b] 
[INDENT]134 lbs.[/INDENT]
[b]Home District:[/b] 
[INDENT]From outta town[/INDENT]

[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]

[b]Hair Color:[/b] 
[INDENT]Natural red head[/INDENT] 
[b]Eye Color:[/b] 
[INDENT]Gray-green.[/INDENT] 
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] 
[INDENT]Irish, French, Norwegian[/INDENT] 
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] 
[INDENT]The worst mistake you could ever make about Miss Baker is that she would fit the modern expectation of the “ladylike” stereotype. While she is still perfectly capable of working her “feminine wiles” (aka 28Fs), though it is not a side of her practiced often, or even so much as occasionally. On top of that, she hardly even looks the part. Reyna is athletic, and it shows in her body. Her arms and legs are toned well, and she's even got a trace of abs outlined on her torso. She isn't super tall, standing at the modest height of 5'6”, and she weighs in at just over 130 lbs. While she  might be heavier than some girls her age, clearly it is attributed to her fit condition. Her body has little fat, and what she does have adds minimal padding over her body. She has a sturdy frame, just a few curves where it counts, but by no means should anybody see her feminine features and exclude the possibility of her punching you out. She packs a lot of strength in her figure, and you can see her confidence and pride in her poised posture.

If a person made the mistake in misjudging her, it was likely due in large part to her face. Button nose, thin eyebrows, and very faint hard-to-tell-they're-there freckles on top of her pale skin (a result of genetics as opposed to being sickly or house-locked), she has the typical media-blown cutesy feminine face. Her soft facial features are sometimes tarnished by a scowl – which is not her standard go-to disposition like her enthusiastic and full of life demeanor, but is often the product of circumstances which urban environments typically put her in. When you do get to see her when she is excited, you witness the emboldening her green eyes and the stretching of her lips to form a toothy grin that shows well taken care of teeth. Her natural bright red hair (or ginger, if you're that kind of twat) is fashioned into a pixie curly faux hawk, and is well groomed. There is little oil that naturally accumulates in her hair, so it often remains lightweight. She combs her fingers through when she is tired or stressed.

She has scars over her knuckles from the various fights she has gotten herself in, on her fingertips from climbing on rock, bricks, and concrete, but overall, doesn't have too many. She tends to recover well.[/INDENT] 
[b]Attire:[/b] 
[INDENT]Most of her clothes look like they come from the boys' section. Her favorite set of apparel goes as such: she wears a slim-fit, red unisex tank top made from the same material used by thermal shirts, which goes down to her hips, where it meets her baggy camouflage pants (providing immense comfort and rustic charm), which is fastened by a black fabric belt to her hips. These pants seem rather faded from use, but is still strong and can withstand many more months of use. The ends of the pant legs are either lazily tucked in or lazily sleeved over (or often times just caught in, but always lazily) her black combat boots that crawl up over her ankles and up mid-shin. They are, of course, steel toed and she often times just kicks random structures (like brick buildings, big rocks, trees) just for the fun of it (and because she can). Naturally, not feeling the impact of such a kick is pretty neat. The shoe laces on her boots are always tied tight so that the boots are firm and comfy on her feet. Over her tank top is a black leather jacket. The bottom half of the torso appears to have been torn and goes down to just her waist, although the sleeves and rest of the jacket are fine. The apparent damage seems to be more for the style of it than some horrific scissor accident.

She has a couple of accessories, which compose mostly of piercings.. She has two piercings on her left outer brow (left brow, left side – further from the nose bridge), one tongue piercing, and half-ring nipple piercings, but nobody knows about them and nobody is ever going to have the opportunity to see them while she still draws breath. On her right shoulder blade is a simple tattoo of a compass, which she got without her mother's knowledge when she was 14 (she still does not know to this day). It's somewhat special for her. It has part to do with her love of adventure and part to do with, despite its simplicity, loving the design. She has a military-style backpack; good for hiking and carrying necessities and whatnot. She has stored quite a bit of dried fruit in it, and a number of other camping equipment in it, lugging stuff around with her that you would normally think is a bad idea (a gas lantern, hand axe, skinning knives, live .22 rounds and shotgun shells – the works). She has three hemp necklaces which are hopelessly tangled together, and on each one, is a thin silver-colored steel heart. On one, it says Merry, on another, it says Mia, and the third depicts a raised fist symbolizing empowerment.[/INDENT]

[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]

[b]Innate & Outward Personality:[/b] 
[INDENT]She is as sharp and unwieldy as as you'd expect from a double-ended meat cleaver, and much like using one, will have as much of a detriment to herself as it can be to others. She doesn't really have a winning personality when it comes to handling other people; she doesn't really make friends easy. She's loud and boisterous to the extent it can simply repel others from wanting to be near her. She's snarky, sarcastic, abrasive, and at times, insensitive. On the contrary, she is nothing if not known for her virtues: naturally a determined, valiant woman, she has set her nose to the grindstone through all of her labors and has built herself a sturdy foundation on which she has built her character, and so her heart has been thusly hardened by various trials. Her standoffish disposition earns her enemies, and while carrying the appearance of being unapproachable, she also carries a curious energy: she naturally gives the impression of  synchronous intimidation and reverence. She earns her intimidation through tongue and scowl, and her reverence through action and expression.

This is not to imply Reyna isn't a happy individual, but rather she finds her peace outside the contact of the common folk. This is also not to say she dislikes people as a whole. She is very confident in social situations, and her attitude stems mostly from her expectations of people and how their words or actions can easily rub her the wrong way or be taken as a slight, and at the same time, her boisterous disposition, bluntness, and view on others being too sensitive can similarly end conversations before they begin. Much of this stems from growing up in the city where being tough meant survival. When appealed to her interests however, she reacts in what many would consider almost an exaggeration of her excitement. For reference, she is an explorer at heart. She loves discovery and – surprisingly enough for a city girl – enjoys nature, especially at sites of caves or cliff faces or rivers and streams, or a remote location untouched by mankind. 

There also exists a fascination for bugs, fossils, and bones. When these interests are appealed to, she shows a complete change in character: her eyes light up, a toothy grin from ear to ear, and her stern voice is replaced with what turns out to really be a talkative, excitable girl who has still looks to be a child. This child-like giddiness often offsets anyone who is not wholly familiar with her and has only met with her abrasive side. This trait is not often displayed in front of strangers.

Further, as one would expect from not just a young woman, but from also her personality, Reyna is very proud and competitive. She is proud of herself and of her accomplishments, and minimizing that, disregarding that, or invalidating that can wound that pride, and it also happens to be a one-way ticket to making her your enemy. Her pursuit in remedying that damage is unrelenting and unquenchable until she has reached an achievement or milestone that can satisfy that gap which often involves the conquering of her roadblock. This is not to say this is the end of her aggression, as a lasting disdain would lead her to brag over that victory in order to validate herself and her accomplishment. This often puts her at odds with her extended cousin, Mia. 

As it may suggest, it takes a stubborn, tenacious, and headstrong personality in order to meet her goals. Repeated failure to meet them warrants breakdown and the destruction of her spirit... but instead of relenting or hesitating, she meets her fear of failure with determination as her method of avoidance, as opposed to passive idling. Unsurprisingly, the only celebrity of any kind whom she idealizes is the MMA fighter, Ronda Rousey, because of her fierce determination, take-no-prisoners attitude, and her ability to arm bar into submission every bitch who ever walked into the same octagon as her.

Taking all this into consideration, know still that Reyna does possess a soft spot for her family and for the vulnerable. While by no means a vigilante, seeing crime and strife as of no concern to her for the most part, she is very close to her relatives and and threatening them can bring out the nastiest possible side of her. In conjunction with this, while it may be hard to garner her sympathy, it is easier for her to freely lend it out to the weak and vulnerable on their last legs and without the means to defend themselves. This includes children, the sick elderly, the malnourished homeless – she might not actively search them out to help them, but if she does come across any of these folks during her travels, she finds it difficult to say no.[/INDENT] 
[b]Hobbies/Interests:[/b] 
[INDENT]Adventures, exploring, nature, and competition are all things that Reyna finds interest in. Like mentioned previously, letting her loose in the wilds is the best way to see her in her best condition. A wide-eyed, child-like curiosity overtakes the reigns and shows you an entirely different girl than when you met her. It is also a reckless curiosity. Take that curiosity and combine it with her natural determination and athleticism, and you get a girl who would try to scale up a sheer twenty-five foot cliff face without rock-climbing gear or cables, or even a helmet (although that alone probably won't save her life if she were to fall). Most of the time though, she miraculously conquers such daunting tasks and relishes in the thrill of it.

Competition is another of Reyna's weaknesses. Everything is a race or contest, and it all gets her blood flowing when winning is on the line. In many circumstances, she can take a defeat in stride as long as she recognizes it was something she wasn't particular strong or talented in. However, in the subjects and areas she does excel in, she competes rigorously, and it is in those events that if she were to lose, she does not take the defeat well. A lot of it comes from pride in her talents.[/INDENT]
[b]Skills/Talents:[/b] 
[INDENT]Okay, so there are a couple of things that she is obviously good at, so let's get out of the way so I don't act like it is a big surprise later: Reyna brings on the pugilism. Much like her extended cousin, she does have martial training, but it is more western. She has a thing for boxing and kickboxing. As long as it has an octagon and she can wear big gloves and is allowed to punch people, she gets excited. This should not come as such a huge surprise; for an active and competitive girl like her, this comes natural. Fighting is essentially the epitome of competition, and whoever comes out on top is the true victor, standing over the defeated – the experience of such a defeat being inescapable – and proclaiming dominance. Western martial arts is obviously a much more aggressive style than eastern martial arts, which suits Reyna perfectly in contrast to her extended cousin. Over time, her style has come to more closely resemble MMA.

Now, more alarmingly, her other skills are a lot gentler. Aside from her knowledge of reading survival books as a kid, she is also an artist. At least, to some degree. She has talent in it, and she is confident, but not so confident that she'd consider herself as a professional or would be ready to make a career out of it. But her work is good, there's no doubt about it. She wants to be good enough so that she can give tattoos to people, and to be a reliable artist to do so. Though there is some hesitation in using her own body as a practice canvas, obviously. Otherwise, she can draw, paint, sketch, both traditionally and on a digital format. And, while not terribly gifted in the music and whimsy department, she does have a terrific singing voice from the years of practice of singing her sister to sleep – if only she could seriously partake in that activity in public and not shut down if put on the spotlight. This is the only area where she isn't confident and suffers from stage-fright, and she'll fake or pretend terrible singing otherwise as though it were a joke. If it is only her, her sister, and her cousin, then she feels comfortable to sing her heart out.

In order to purchase her motorcycle, she got a job back in Maine at a fireworks store. Long story short, she knows how to make a couple of different kinds of fireworks, knows some trivia about fireworks, she loves it, and she can easily tell what kind of explosion one is when she hears it. Reyna also had the bad habit of forgetting her keys, so she was forced into the position of learning how to lockpick her own front door way late at night.[/INDENT]
[b]Prized Possession:[/b] 
[INDENT]She took a trip to Florida to one year and got three necklaces braided with cheap stainless steel hearts. She does recognize it is a pretty cheesy thing, but she does treasure its meaning. There was an impulse buy she did get, though: instead of a car, she got a stripped black Kraus motorcycle, which she thought would be way more fun, but instead became more of a bother when getting groceries.[/INDENT] 
[b]Quote(s):[/b] 
[INDENT]“Come [i]oonnn![/i] You're such a slowpoke.”[/INDENT]
[b]History/Bio:[/b]
[INDENT]Reyna was born to an unmarried family in Maine, a product of an accident to be honest, but they agree to birth her in the end. It was a typical babyhood at first, but with the dynamics in the family being rather conflicted, the relationship wasn't able to work and her mother left the house when she was young. Despite the disagreement between her parents, they never tried to separate her from either of them or alienate her. They mutually encouraged respect for both parents. Though being a single parent was a little rough on her father, they managed to truck right through the hardships, even though the father was never really certain on how to raise a girl the traditional way. So he rose her as he would any child, or what would be typically considered befitting of a boy. Being raised this way, she was never told to shy away from what was considered to be boys' toys or clothes or whatnot, and through all that, still maintained her “femininity” as typical people would call it.

During that time, her mother found another man, married, and had another child two years after her own birth. Her new half-sister was named Merry, and her surname, Bennet, took after her father's. Naturally, having already visited her mother every weekend, Reyna got to meet Merry at a very young age and got to spend much of her time growing up with her. Her young life went this pattern for a very long time. Every night she got to spend with her sister, she'd spend it singing lullabies until Merry fell asleep. It was a typical pattern. The next biggest change in her life was the year Reyna turned 13 years old and, when her powers developed. It was noticed when she was able to dog physical activities for a long period of time without wearing out, and that she'd easily dehydrate and performed greater feats of strength. She decided to take up boxing as a way to help cope with the energy she had and to better control herself and her power – though another large part of it was that Reyna thought it would be fun, which explains why she didn't choose any eastern martial arts which were less aggressive and would have made more sense.

That same year, Reyna's father introduced her to her extended cousin – their closest related family member being their great grand-mother – Mia, after convincing them to come into town. Her father knowing that Mia came from a town that was highly populated with meta-humans thought it would be good for his daughter to make friends with her. A crucial difference was that Mia came from Mendel, Lousiana, which meant a much dirtier and more crime-ridden city, which had an influence on Mia and her disposition, despite her kind demeanor. The relationship was a little tense at first due to their conflicting personalities, but they managed to befriend each other in due time. Mia made it a point to visit Maine often, for about a week or two every two or so months, even as cold as it was compared to the southern heat. She fortunately had the money to do so since both of her parents owned their respective tourist traps. They eventually grew to be inseparable. When all three could get together, they sung and played music together, fought together (or with each other), ate, slept, the works. When Mia missed one of her visits, and came by the next round blind in one eye, Reyna shared her rage – though it didn't seem to do much to hold Mia back when Reyna tries to instigate sparring matches with her. 

With the coming summer season, all three decided to go on vacation via a cross-country road trip in Mia's pickup truck. Started taking  I-95 down to New Jersey then riding on I-80 all the way to California. It was a crazy long trip with several mishaps, a couple break downs, dozens of near accidents, and many stories to tell. Now they've finally made it to Verthaven. Finally. Take some time to rest their, build up funds, and return home later this year.[/INDENT]


[u][b]Relationships[/b][/u]

[b]Family:[/b] 
[INDENT]Father: Connor Baker / Alive
Mother: Vivian Bennet / Alive
Half-sister: Merry Bennet / Alive
Extended cousin: Mia Jones / Alive[/INDENT] 
[b]Dynamics:[/b]
[INDENT][b]Mia Jones[/b] | [b]Extended cousin[/b] | [b]BFF[/b] | [i]"She's a stick in the mud sometimes, but I wouldn't trade her for any other crazy bitch in the[/i] whole [i]world!"[/i] |

[b]Merry Bennet[/b] | [b]Half-sister[/b] | [b]Little cinnamon roll[/b] | [i]“Eeeee! I love my baby sister to death! She's like an itsy bitsy cute wittle puppy I just wanna squeeze all the time! Ahh! ...Ahem. Umm, yeah. We're cool. Don't even think about fucking with her.”[/i] | [/INDENT]

[b][u]Abilities[/u][/b]

[INDENT][[b]Power Class:[/b]Super System[/INDENT] 
[b]Power:[/b] 
[INDENT]Reyna possesses minor enhancements to her physical performance, such as strength, endurance, speed and so forth – as expected from someone with a power under the super system power class. They are only minor, however, and these factors do not appear to affect her appearance as they exist in a supernatural medium as her metahuman energy. These are just simple modifications as a result of her energy and does not constitute as her power. They serve to supplement Reyna's actual strength.

[u]Augmented Adrenal System[/u] [i](Passive)[/i]: Reyna's adrenal glands are swollen to greater sizes than regular people. This means the glands are able to produce more adrenaline in a shorter amount of time. But the power is not so simplistic as this – the adrenaline itself is more potent than usual – by about five times. Regularly, adrenaline can increase an adult's strength by about 30%. This means that at Reyna's peak, she is 150% stronger than usual. Which means if she can bench 190 pounds under regular circumstances, she can bench 475 pounds at her peak. This doesn't necessarily put her on the same playing field as dedicated strength-based powers, but adrenaline serves to do more than simply make her stronger.

Adrenaline also allows Reyna to run faster, have sharper reaction times, ignore pain, and the ability to make split-second decisions in intense, high-pressure situations. This means she can race with a greyhound, shrug off an assailant stabbing her arm with a pocket knife, and keep her ground toe-to-toe with three different guys at a time provided that her glands keep pumping her with those delicious hormones. Adrenaline also helps to stave off other ailments that may effect your body, such as hunger or exhaustion. Summed up: her adrenal glands are turbo-charged and all bodily inhibitors are turned off.

[u]Body Furnace[/u] [i](Passive)[/i]: Adrenaline affects her body in many different ways, but there is one part of her system that seems particularly affected by it. When in an adrenaline rush, her body temperature spikes. The temperature doesn't seem to stop, though, and will keep on rising and rising until it begins to plateau at a certain point – 525 F, where her skin is as hot as a cast iron skillet kept on a gas stove set on high. At this point, she can deliver burns on touch, whether or not it was intentional. As one can discern, reaching this temperature requires Reyna to possess a good deal of heat resistance for her to even function properly. To her, it feels as though she's just working out on a hot summer's day.

This high body heat does mean that her body is going to try to cool itself down however it can. When her adrenaline rushes persist, she begins sweating like crazy. Drips of sweats beads all over her skin. And as hot as her skin gets, it is going to evaporate pretty quickly. So when she begins to peak, she is also surrounded by steam as a result of her own sweat being instantly vaporized. This sweats also soaks her clothes, which honestly is the only thing keeping them from going up in flames. Speaking of flames... it is best that you don't try to fight her in the forest or any dry area with foliage or combustible material. Her heat radiates off her body, and if around dry grass or dead leaves, she can actually begin to burn the ground around her.

Her high body heat also does wonders for killing off bacterial infections and viruses and whatnot. Her whole body is resistant to heat, but any alien that decides to trespass is in for a big surprise. What this does mean, however, is that her immune system is a little weaker than average given its lack of exercise. And any virus that can infiltrate her cells can cause damage.[/INDENT]

[b]Limits:[/b] 
[INDENT]Adrenaline can only do so much for the body. She won't be dead lifting any cars, she won't bend a steel construction beam – her power is not devoted to super strength. She cannot summon her extra strength on-demand and is limited to situations that excites her, warrants a flight or fight response, or anything else that allows for adrenaline responses or increased heart-rate. Her body heat also caps off at a certain point, like stated, and it takes a last stand-esque amount of pressure and exertion for her to push past that limit. As well, her heat resistance is not an immunity. She can stand the heat of hot metal, but she is not going to survive being through into a volcano or an incinerator. She might last a couple seconds inside an inferno, but nothing short of an immunity can keep a human from being burned at the stake forever.[/INDENT]
[b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b] 
[INDENT]Take a gander back up the sheet for a moment, right around the power section. Look for the part where it says she has super durability. Did you see it? Right, you didn't. And that's the big thing about adrenaline. You can go absolutely ape-shit crazy, tip over a car and not feel a thing, but you are going to feel it later. Adrenaline can numb you to pain, but does absolutely nothing to keep your body from getting damaged. The ever-present endurance from her meta-human energy does little more than mitigate what damage she can cause herself, but if she does something as foolish as punch a brick wall, the bones in her hand will shatter. The stab wound is still bleeding all over her good clothes. She still ripped a ligament pushing herself too hard.

And as for her body heat, there is only so much water she can sweat.  Pushing herself too hard for too long will lead to dehydration which causes dizziness and shortness of breath. She will be drinking a lot of water fairly regularly.

Intimacy can also be fairly awkward.[/INDENT]

[b][u]Other:[/u][/b]
[INDENT]Foods that are very high in acids gives her some uncomfortable heartburn. Notoriously bad liar.
[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGGQRJkNutA[/url]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGGQRJkNutA[/youtube][/INDENT]
[/hider]

[hider=Mia Jones]
[u][b]Basic Information[/b][/u]

[b]Name:[/b] 
[INDENT]Mia Jones[/INDENT]
[b]Nickname/Alias/Etc:[/b] "Machete", "God Damn Bitch" -Reyna, "Not Mom"
[INDENT][/INDENT]
[b]Gender:[/b] 
[INDENT]Female[/INDENT]
[b]Age:[/b] 
[INDENT]22[/INDENT]
[b]Height:[/b] 
[INDENT]5'10”[/INDENT]
[b]Weight:[/b] 
[INDENT]145 lbs.[/INDENT]
[b]Home District:[/b] 
[INDENT]From outta town[/INDENT]

[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]

[b]Hair Color:[/b] 
[INDENT]Black[/INDENT] 
[b]Eye Color:[/b] 
[INDENT]Brown[/INDENT] 
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] 
[INDENT]Sudanese, Egyptian, Arabian, and some French[/INDENT] 
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] 

[INDENT]Mia, as a 5'10” woman weighing 145 lbs, reasonably appears well built and physically toned. While not having a body builder form, her muscles and bones are thick enough to accentuate and tone her modest curvature. She isn't as lean or lithe in the way her extended cousin in, but she definitely has [i]more[/i] meat on her bones and with just enough fat in his body that it keeps her condition from looking as toned – but all the strength is still there. As implied above, she is fairly tall for a woman – not terribly tall, though nor is she short enough to give the vibe that Mia is weak or vulnerable. Her skin is mostly clear of blemishes, save for the obvious scar on her face over her right eye - and speaking of her face, it is particularly pronounced and gives the impression of an independent woman. Her jawline is strong and symmetrical and meets up at a pointed, yet squared off chin. This feature is accentuated by thin cheeks and sharp cheek bones, and lips several shades lighter - a trait hidden by dark makeup that is applied to her lips, a gentle black that doesn't shine or gloss under light, nor sticks out like a sore thumb on her brown face. Her nose is also sharp. It's length isn't pronounced, and appears proportionate to her face and her bridge long and straight, though thin in width. Given these sharp features and fierce, striking appearance, her eyes are an alarming contrast. Her left eye is a deep brown that lets the white of her eyes stick out on her face. Her right eye is covered by an ugly scar that goes down to the top of her cheek. The same ugly scar rips through the center of her eye, making her blind in that eye as well. Her face alone is an unnerving combination of royalty and danger, despite her disability.

Her black hair is usually well-managed and clean (meaning very little oil, if any), kept in just a simple pixie cut, generally done with very little product. Given how it's easy to do, where the hair doesn't bother her face and isn't impractically long, Mia found it to be well suited for her. She has a soldierly posture: her head held high, firm soldiers, straight back, and a heavy footstep. It suggests she knows discipline, a factor that likely sculpted her in her early childhood. Her abdomen is strong, surmounted by 30Ds, and her legs are also strong with only a few scars from minor injuries such as scraping a shin or knee by accident every now and again. She has to her chagrin, as the kids back at school made fun of, man feet. They're pretty big.  She has a couple of piercings on her body, where one is a half-ring septum piercing and an industrial bar on her left ear. They are both made of brass.[/INDENT] 
[b]Attire:[/b] 
[INDENT]Mia has a pretty weak sense of fashion. At the bare minimum of clothes, she always wears a sports bra and men's boxer briefs, thinking they're more comfortable than other under garments. Over that, a plain white v-neck undershirt  is worn over her torso, and she dons a pair of Lee's boot-cut jeans. Over her white shirt, she tends to wear a fleece flannel shirt due to the comfort and warmth it provides ( her favorite one having a yellow and black color scheme). Should the weather get any worse than that, she has an old brown denim jacket she got from her fiance when they were younger. She tends to wear this pair of light brown/mustard-colored unstylish work boots because they're comfy and firm and she has no clue how ugly they actually are. [/INDENT]

[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]

[b]Innate & Outward Personality:[/b] 
[INDENT]Strangers often characterize her as enigmatic and scornful. She is quiet and somewhat somber; she reveals nothing and manages most people with apathy. This apathy, however, is mysteriously sourced and gives the impression it stands less as a disdain for mankind and instead as an aloof get-the-job-done attitude. Other times, she simply ignores them or gives them the silent treatment. On any other occasion, she simply shares short, brief words and returns to her thoughts. She lacks the arrogance or overconfidence some morons who share these particular traits with her may come to don, however, and rather has the tendency to peg others as fools – to lower others instead of elevating herself. She bides and listens, and she isn't one to put her trust into another very lightly. Moreover, Mia is an immovable force. She chooses to follow the flow as directed by her life, but is free to make her own decision and change that path should she decide it isn't the path she wishes to take.

She has a good deal of morals, and though her attitude and outlooks aren't immediately apparent, they still stick with her through her ups and downs. While not really interested in politics, she'd still be more prone to vote liberally given how they often coincide with her values. While not necessarily interested in most peoples' welfare, she'd lend a hand to who needs it should they cross her path – a nd while hurt feelings don't bother her, she does not go out of her way to offend or cross anyone, but neither does she bother to sugarcoat her words. What she has is a loose set of morals which are flexible in how they are applied to her environment. She thinks little of any of the factions or gangs in whatever city she may reside in. Back in Mendel, there are the the Skulls, who are too loud and too stupid. Then there is the Vanguard, who pretend they're more righteous but are in fact just one side of the same coin.

There aren't many people who Mia places her admiration in. She believes there isn't any bred obligation any individual has to their family – the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, and all that – or to any celebrity, and any shred of her devotion must be earned through the trials they share. That said, Mia's distant extended family are some of the closest people in her life. She butts heads with Reyna, her extended cousin, often enough, but  acknowledges in the end that they are very similar to one another and share very similar values. Reyna's half-sister, Merry, who Mia has literally no blood connection to, is still treated as a little sister to Mia, who tries very hard to tap into whatever maternal instincts are hiding inside her in an effort to help take care of the little tyke.

Mia has been through her fair share of suffering over the years. She has proven to have quite a bit of willpower, and her experiences have granted her a cynical sort of wisdom, but still has been left somewhat bitter and resentful because of this. Mostly it is directed at the law enforcement after a particular incident, and at the NEST agency. Though like a cat, if you get her attention while she is in this mood, you may find it redirected at you.[/INDENT] 
[b]Hobbies/Interests:[/b]
[INDENT]There doesn't seem to be much to say – a look at Mia might prompt you to think that while she has an exciting life, she has a boring and less-than-stellar personality. She doesn't let on much to what she's enjoys. However, her family knows better. When she's not working the day away, she's reading a book. Sure, sometimes it might be fantasy, but it is usually something informative or a piece of writing that shares or explains ideologies and viewpoints or complex world views. She's got a love for learning, and a deck of trivia cards would be a suitable birthday present for her. Additionally, she likes learning about cultures, and enjoys travel, and would learn dozens of languages if she ever had the opportunity to do so.[/INDENT]
[b]Skills/Talents:[/b] 
[INDENT]First and foremost, Mia grew up with a family of mechanics and engineers. Growing up around it, she too has become interested in the art. Yes, art, she does her work with pride and is good at what she does despite lacking a formal education. Years of practice in the workshop on dingy old cars, luxury vehicles, and even helping the family perform modifications for competition-grade sports vehicles. Mia isn't just a mechanic though – she is an excellent driver and knows how to keep control of a vehicle and figure out their quirks. She is admittedly less adept at riding motorcycles, however.

She's got her share of whimsy, and so is well practiced in playing the acoustic guitar. She carries over her practice to the bass, and can play the two interchangeably. She has years of practice, so while she wouldn't be selling out on tickets, she can still hold a candle to most people who haven't made music their life. Our woman has even managed to teach herself some broken South American Spanish. She's good enough to hold a conversation, but still doesn't quite understand all the nuances of the language.

Mia has also taken self-defense courses in krav maga to help defend herself on the streets of Mendel. Krav maga is an Israeli self-defense course – self-defense cannot be stressed enough, as it the martial art isn't used in sports. There aren't any rules in its practice and is ruthlessly efficient and easy to learn, giving Mia time to make her body a dangerous weapon and still have time to pick up on some aikido, though she is less knowledgeable in all of its forms. It is mostly there to fill in the gaps left by her krav maga training. She is good enough that she is able to beat almost every time her super-system meta-human extended cousin who has taken up boxing, which says a lot for her proficiency.[/INDENT]

[b]Prized Possession:[/b] 
[INDENT]She's got a drab-looking black 1991 Ford F-150. So yes, it is a pretty old truck. The nice thing about, though, is the fact that its old. It is all muscle, and therefore inexpensive to fix and easily fixable and easily modified. Naturally, there are some modifications on it that makes it run much better and much stronger than you'd expect it to. Unfortunately, the transmission acts a little funky sometimes, which puts the truck at risk of stalling out on the open road. Mia is good enough to get it running again for a little while, but the transmission is tricky business and you're usually better off replacing it. She also has a gold band on one of her ring fingers.[/INDENT] 
[b]Quote(s):[/b] 
[INDENT]“If you two don't tone it down, I'm driving all of us off the cliff.”[/INDENT]
[b]History/Bio:[/b] 
[INDENT]The layout is simple: Mia had a pretty good life, early on. She was happy as a little girl. She got attention from her parents, and was pushed into more boyish activities by her father, who had wanted a boy. As naive as Mia was, this didn't really bother her very much and she led a pretty normal life. She had a fair amount of friends from elementary and throughout high, was adept at taking apart her dad's truck and putting it back together, was persuaded by her mother to take up guitar (and much to Mia's surprise, she enjoyed it). When she got into high school, Mia was fairly pretty enough to grab the attention of a couple boys and tough enough to keep them in line. It was that same year that she learned that her father came into contact with a very distant relative of Mia's mother, Connor. Connor had a daughter, which meant that Connor's daughter was a far extended cousin of Mia – related only by means of their great-grandmother. So over the Summer after school let out, she was flown all the way up to Maine to visit them and met Reyna. With Reyna was her half-sister, with whom Mia had no relations with at all. Reyna was far more rambunctious than Mia had anticipated, which lead to them bumping heads pretty often. But sooner or later, they began to grow very close. Since then, she made it a point to visit them when she could whenever she had vacation.

At sixteen, she met a boy named Roy and started off as friends before she discovered she liked him halfway through the year. A lot. Taking him to meet the folks was a bit odd, since interracial relationships were a bit iffy to her parents, but she went ahead and scoffed at their conservative ideologies. It turns out that the two fit together like puzzle pieces. The two crucial pieces of a complex jigsaw where each individual piece of the map had to be worked around the two.

There was little to stop the two young and starstruck lovers from planning out their future. As fate would have it though, the explosion of gang fights irreparably damaged a section of  City and harmful radiation – a by-product of one meta's power, flooded her and her parents' townhouse in uptown Mendel. Roy was "lucky" enough to live in the downtown section, further away from the blast. Mia's parents worked nearby, leaving Mia alone when she had to be rushed to a hospital. When Roy checked on her, there it was discovered that while she didn't suffer immediate damage from the firefight, the radiation had brought damage to her ovaries and one of her kidneys. 

She would be able to live happily with only one kidney as long as she didn't drink, but any chance of bearing a child was gone. Having kids was never really something they thought about anyways, and that news wouldn't bother them until their later years when they realized what it actually meant. Her parents, who worked right next to where the fight broke out were permanently hospitalized - her father was put into a coma, and her mother suffered so much radiation she was forced to stay on life support to survive. Roy and his family offered to help Mia and by allowing her to live with them downtown. She let his folks know about her family in Maine and that she made it a personal tradition to visit them when she could.

It was only when Mia and Roy were nineteen did they decide to move out. They were done with school and they rented out a small apartment in the residential district just off Watson road for just the two of them. Mia worked at a garage and Roy worked kitchen jobs. Even with their small incomes together, they couldn't afford college for even one of them, but they decided to just save their money and be happy with what they had.  They finally engaged that year.

The following year were fine. They excelled at their jobs, they got hobbies, they biked around town (Mia always being a couple lengths in front of Roy), and all seemed fine. At some point during the next year though, when Mia was 21, normal life seemed to fall apart. There had been increased gang activity further down town, and Mia must have made a wrong stop or bought groceries at the wrong store - something must have been a front or connection that made a branch of the MCPD who worked in unison with NEXT crack down and target Mia, who believed her to have ties with the Skulls - she figured they either had to have been pretty scared or itching to exercise their authority to target someone without any solid ground (she always said it was because she was WWB; walking while black). 

Regardless of their reasons, they interrogated Mia. They asked her all sorts of questions - about the Skulls, about her ties - having no connection with the Skulls, she denied any knowledge of them or their intents. They didn't believe her. They suspected her of lying and deceit and was promptly subjected her to torture. Most of their methods had  brought no scarring, but another over-enthusiastic cop brought up a method of scare tactics. An accident had occurred – a knife slipping or something that caused it to cut into her eye and down her cheek. Mia doesn't really remember if it was an accident or not, she was too busy crying in pain and freaking out.

Roy finally discovered she had been arrested due to allegations of association with the Skulls. Along with vouching for her, he provided her medical records and legal records where there were no signs or ties with the local Skulls. She was released, and at the sight of half her face being bandaged up, he flew into a rage. While the police did promise insurance benefits in the form of large sums of monthly payments as long as she remained quiet about the misunderstanding, they also warned Roy to calm down and accept the apology lest he was charged with the assault of an officer. 

Mia was by no means willing to satisfy the police department, and neither was Roy. However, they decided that they were best off to accept the compensation and avoid further trouble with the department, despite the couple's seething rage for the local police force, they also needed the money. The next four years went somewhat smoothly, despite the burning hot bouts of rage she felt each time she looked in the mirror and saw her blind eye. She was forced to keep a cap on it lest she do something stupid and create more problems for herself and the MCPD.

Everything after that was smooth, though. The MCPD never made contact with her again, and even the people on the street didn't seem to mess with her. Word of what happened must have gone around and they felt sympathy for her. She learned how to move around and grab things without her right eye, she became a little more reliant on other senses - most notably her hearing - and she found an outlet for her aggression in a martial arts class. Her and her husband both that that signing up for a krav maga course was a good idea, but that she should be careful with letting off too much steam. Mia agreed and so the twenty-one year old went on to visit the dojo whenever she was off work. 

Now 22, the couple decided it was best that Mia escaped Mendel for the time being to go on vacation. So she contacted her family up in Maine and collaborated with their families for a cross-country road trip. Being naturally articulate and famously responsible, she got them to agree. Mia made a joke when she got there about how she got a head-start on the trip by driving from Louisiana to Maine. With a bunch of packing being done, they threw it all in her truck and even got a bunch of buckled straps and a stand to set Reyna's motorcycle into the bed of the truck. After a long, eventful trip, now they're just minutes away from rolling into Verthaven![/INDENT] 

[u][b]Relationships[/b][/u]

[b]Family:[/b]
[INDENT]Father: Dataj Joyce / Alive (comatose)
Mother: Sasha Joyce / Alive (on life support)
Fiance: Roy Jones / Alive
Extended cousin: Reyna Baker / Alive
Adopted sister: Merry Bennet / Alive[/INDENT]

[b]Dynamics:[/b]
[INDENT][b]Reyna Baker[/b] | [b]Extended cousin[/b] | [b]Practically sisters[/b] | [I]“I've been an only child my whole life by the time I met her. I thought I'd never know what sisterhood was like before then. This is nice."[/i] | [/INDENT]

[INDENT][b]Merry Bennet[/b] | [b]Adopted sister[/b] | [b]Almost makes me feel like a mom[/b] | [I]“I trust that Reyna is good to her own little sister, but I still get concerned that she might not be the best role model. I do what I can to help take care of Merry.”[/i] |[/INDENT]

[b][u]Abilities[/u][/b]

[b]Power Class:[/b] 
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT] 
[b]Power:[/b]
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT]
[b]Limits:[/b]
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT]
[b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b]
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT]
[b][u]Other:[/u][/b] 
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