[img]http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/narutofanon/images/5/5f/RoxasTimeskip_zpsb96a599a.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150404235228[/img] Jace "Spades" O'Shea Age: 16 Power: Mimicry A true Jack of all Trades, but master of none. Weapons: 21 razor-rimmed Ace-of-Spades playing cards, blackthorn shillelagh. Bio: Jace lived a good, lucky life. Irish through and through, and born in the heart of Dublin, he could be considered one of the luckiest people alive. He bluffed his way through school perfectly, his teachers never even bothering to check the work he never did. Until his thirteenth birthday, his luck held out. It ended abruptly, at 7:07pm, March 7th, the exact moment of his birth, all those years ago. His mimicry abilities, once hibernating inside him, woke. The first thing he copied was, unfortunately for him, a king cobra while his mother was beside him, watching a nature documentary about snakes. He grew fangs, his skin became scaly, and his pupils narrowed. Miss. Dawson was called and Jace was deported. At first, he was always angry, refusing to conform to anything. He mellowed out over the years, but continues to dream of his freedom... he's also a sucker for romance. Dreams/Wishes: Freedom (obviously), an intimate relationship Good/Evil/Walking the Line: Neutral Good. Bound by the Hippocratic Oath, Jace is morally obligated to help those in need, whether they align peacefully or chaotically. He's a bit of a klutz sometimes, though. Siblings: 3 older sisters, 1 younger brother. Pets: A parrot named Gallus. [hr][img]http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/Millinium/DndCharaters/smile-anime-guys-12082279-850-1002.jpg[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Aaron Fletcher [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Powers:[/b] Electrokinesis, total immunity to electric shocks Electrokinesis, also called fulgurkinesis, electromagnetism, and lightening control, is simply the ability to manipulate electricity. Side effects of this power typically include hyper activeness, static electricity build-up, an inability to rest, and being periodically struck by lightning. [b]Weapons:[/b] Several folding knives, including an ivory and stainless steel spring-loaded switchblade, and his Electokinesis abilities. [b]Bio:[/b] Aaron Fletcher, mother a stripper in her last year of college and father a drunk frat boy, neither of whom cared about him, grew up on the streets in a bad neighborhood somewhere in New England. He went between foster homes for most of his childhood, several of which were barely better than where he came from and let him do whatever he wanted. Therefore, he performed poorly in school and had very few friends, one of which dared him to go into a power station through a hole in the fence when they were seven. Once inside, he wandered and nudged an exposed wire through a hole in his pants. For most, this would be a premature death, nearly 30,000 volts of raw, unfiltered electricity tearing through your body with nowhere to go. For Aaron, it was an awakening, the moment he realized that the most dangerous thing he knew of couldn’t kill him. He felt truly alive for the first time, and started doing stupid things that would get others killed for money. He’d shock himself with jumper cables and car batteries for $15, drop various household items into pools for $30, and would stand in thunderstorms with an umbrella for $100. Moral of the story, he made a lot of money during the humid summers. With a little kleptomania in his personality coupled with the fact that he was a fantastic liar, he could afford to buy a small house and pay off the mortgage immediately at thirteen. Somehow, he managed to unknowingly avoid both the United States government and Miss Dawson until his 17th birthday, the former getting him first. The façade he settled on involved him being falsely detained for no good reason, and it worked for a while. Once it failed a few times among several ace interrogators, he was employed by the CIA to work alongside the janitors that handled the electrical systems for a brief time, around three months, and was given a handler that was connected to Miss Dawson. He was handed over to the Home after short-circuiting the Capitol Building and part of the Pentagon for the third time, which was very recently. He's been at the Home for roughly two weeks, now. Somewhere along the line, Fletcher became a bit of a narcissist and constantly fusses over his appearance. Much of the time he can be seen wearing a scarf, despite the weather. [b]Dreams/Wishes:[/b] To become rich, and maybe take someone along for the ride.* [b]Good/Evil/Walking the Line:[/b] Chaotic Neutral. A true mischief-lover, Aaron will participate in anything that could potentially irk someone, despite the danger he might place himself in. [b]Siblings:[/b] N/A [b]Pets:[/b] None *He comes across as arrogant, but he softens up to someone who gives him a chance. [hr] [img]http://orig15.deviantart.net/f43f/f/2012/254/a/f/arabian_girl_by_michaelgfx-d5echo6.png[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Zinnia Afra [b]Age:[/b] 21 [b]Powers:[/b] Psammokinesis In short, the ability to manipulate sand. The energy drained directly correlates to how much sand is moved, shaped, or hardened at once. A small amount draws virtually no energy, while a much larger amount can be extremely taxing. [b]Weapons:[/b] One katar, one punch-dagger. [hider=Punch-dagger][img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSX2paTHcgKsmj6jamjLA9pvGJUIcEkpqkohofmFkSpTjc3i4wX[/img][/hider] [hider=Katar][img]http://www.sikhmuseum.com/nishan/weapons/images/katar1.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Bio:[/b] Born on a February 14th in Istanbul, Turkey, Zinnia Afra was born the descendant of one of the Sultans of the Ottoman Empire. Therefore, she lived in a grand palace, surrounded by the finest jewels and softest pillows... and she hated it the moment she turned seven. The fairy-tale-princess lifestyle wasn't for her, to put it simply. She realized that she craved the adventure and struggle of the commoner at age ten, and began to train with punch-daggers and katars. Weapons that were centuries old, but ranked among the most effective and most deadly to date, a well-aimed slice or stab could sever a limb or puncture an artery. She was ambidextrous, and would make it known with her fighting style. It was a brutal and savage form of attack and defense, but had a certain melody to it, as if each swipe and thrust could be timed to the beat of her own heart, which it could. At thirteen, Zinnia would start playing games with the guards. In other words, she began to sneak out at night to meet with the shady friends she had made earlier in life, mostly ruffians and pickpockets, no one who meant any real harm to anyone. She'd partake in the action, learning the dishonorable ways of the modern thief in the rundown slums of Istanbul, but would always be back by midnight, just as the aforementioned guards showed up with her parents in tow, claiming to have seen her missing earlier in the night. A year later, she was caught in the dead of night with her hand in someone's pocket, and a fight started. It was Zinnia's band of misfit, mischievous teenagers versus a group of actual adults. It went bad from the start, and soon enough, Zinnia was the only one left standing. She was surrounded by the adults, scared for her life and her weapons out of reach. A thin wisp of sand rose from the ground and started to follow the movements of her fingers in response to her fear. She lashed out, and each man was lying on the ground, bones broken and wills shattered. She helped her friends up and went home, taking a small amount of sand with her. Until she was twenty, she practiced her newfound talent, then was walked in on by her younger brother while she worked, a small, brown lizard of minerals playing with the family's bearded dragon, Teif. The brother called the local police, and Zinnia was apprehended on suspicion of witchcraft. Superstitious societies... She was supposed to be executed outside the city, but Miss. Dawson was quick to intervene. Zinnia was given her life and a place to stay, but at a cost; she couldn't leave. She brought Teif with her, as a reminder of what life once was, but has otherwise disowned her heritage. Zinnia has been at the Home for around a week now. [b]Dreams/Wishes:[/b] She simply wants to live her life without fear of being killed for her powers. [b]Good/Evil/Walking the Line:[/b] Chaotic Good. She does her best to be good, but slips occasionally because of her former friends back home. [b]Siblings:[/b] One younger brother [b]Pets:[/b] A bearded dragon named Tief.