Damian Alexander Ahote Mallory, but he prefers to go by Alex

18

Male

Damian is around the average height at 5'10, weighing in at around 162 pounds or so, a little on the heavier side of what's to be expected but he attributes that to some weight added on my his prosthetic arm. While he's technically a mix of Native American and Irish, most people wouldn't be able to tell. From his long jet black hair, to his tanned skin, to the structure of his face, he seems to have gotten most of his looks from his mother, the only thing he really seemed to have gotten from his father were the greenish tinge that spread out in a sort of starburst formation from the pupils of his hazel eyes, and a faint dusting of freckles along the bridge of his nose and upper cheekbones. His body is in the state of being well enough, as he makes sure(read as is forced to) do exercises daily as part of his physical rehabilitation as well as his father's attempt to keep him fit.

His body is pretty lean and lanky, not sporting much muscle to speak of, but not sporting any unneeded fat either. His torso, however, is a mess of scars, both surgical and strangers ones that seem almost like someone had scrapped skin from his body, leaving slight depressions in his skin. He also has these surrounding his eyes as well, but he starts everyday by hiding them with cover up to avoid questions. He hates having to use make-up, but he'd rather not get into discussions about how he got said scars if possible. That being said, the discussion comes up anyway when people see his prosthetic right arm, so it's always a question of why even bother most days. He tries to hide it by wrapping it up in bandages, but that only brings up more questions, making it a never-ending cycle of futility, though that's never stopped him from trying.

His usual attire is nothing fancy most of the time, and his winter attire is no different. In the chilly months, he resorts to a long sleeved grey thermal tee underneath a winter jacket, usually black in color, a pair of blue jeans, and some thick boots. If the weather finally decides to rise to a reasonable temperature, he'll usually wear a light jacket over the long sleeve instead. He wears a pendant around his neck, a simple one that has a piece of amber that's been shaped into a horn. It's the only thing he has to know his mother by, and treasures it dearly because of that.

He's a programmer and a gamer, never having worked out a day in his life that wasn't part of a school curriculum. He's not super unfit, as he does make the effort to eat healthy and jog on a regular basis to keep himself from becoming a recluse(as well as it being a part of his physical rehabilitation), but he won't be winning any marathons. He also likes to draw from time to time, not being that good but not being that terrible either. He considers himself decent on his up days, and a complete and utter failure on his low ones. Aside from those two things, he isn't especially good or bad at everything, maybe being above average at his academic stuff, but that's about it.

Alex lived with his father in the city of Verthaven, with his father being a highly respected member of the community and just the two of them living in two-story house in Union-Point hills. He had only the faintest memories of his mother, who had died before he could remember. He had never been told how his mother died, and while obviously curious once he became old enough to become aware of that fact, he never could bring himself to ask his father. He had always felt a deep sadness in his father, one that always seemed to grow whenever his mother was mentioned.

He discovered his affinity with Technopathy when he was around 7 or 8, when his dad found him flipping channels on the T.V. just by staring at it. His father was so happy that he didn't even care that earlier that same day, he'd been suspended for getting into a fight with another student. 'Ah, You've just got a temper is all, just like your mother. Haha, she would've killed you for this, but before worrying over you like a fussy hen over her eggs.' It was one of the few times he'd ever heard his father speak about his without any sadness in his voice. It was only years later that he'd find out why his father was so elated, beyond fatherly pride that is.

4 years come and go without major incident, with Alex's father trying and failing to teach him how to use his abilities due to the differences in how they functioned, until one day when disaster strikes. As the son of a prominent Meta-human doctor, it was an inevitable conclusion that he'd eventually be targeted, yet it once his father never felt the need to plan for. he felt that with NEST and the police on the look out for the gangs and terrorist that'd try to go after his son would never be able to make it. His over-confidence in the gov't capabilities was misplaced, however, as Alex was kidnapped on his way home from school by the ever mysterious Hands of Science. He and some other carefully selected Meta-humans of all ages and classes, were to become test subjects for a weapon the notorious group had created through their research, an insidious device that caused a Meta-humans cells to begin the Ashing process. The test took place in the Ghost Town, away from prying eyes and all Alex could do was watch in horror as dozens of people were killed in cold-blood, fading away until there was nothing left. Not every execution went off without a hitch, however , as some were only partially turned before the Ashing halted, leaving only half-living corpses in their lace. As he stared down the barrel, facing death as it began to charge an the end coming ever nearer, he prayed to god for some miracle to save him from death. But soon, all he could feel was pain as the world exploded around him .

It wouldn't be for another 4 years, at the age of 16, that Alex would finally open his eyes again, though he'd be quick to realize they weren't the ones he was born with. His sight was too crisp, too clean,, his eyes felt heavy in his head. Only half-thoughts could form as he looked around, only to be suddenly engulfed by his father in a extremely tight hug as he sobbed hysterically, tears flooding down his face, which had aged so much that it startled him. Over the next few months, ALex would be told of how NEST found him and the other surviving Meta's after noticing an odd level of power fluctuations in ghost Town. They arrived on the scene immediately, soon discovering the building the test were being held in and busting their way in. They found Alrx along with the few other survivors, his body rapidly beginning to break down as the process began. He had been rushed to the hospital, where his father himself had operated on him, doing everything he could and more to save his son's life. He succeeded in the end, but not without severe consequences. Alex's eyes and arm had suffered catastrophic damage and had to be removed completely, as well as his brain and heart suffering from serious damage that left him comatose and tied to a machine. Many saw Alex as a terminal case, with little chance of making it through anymore, and told his father to just pull the plug and end his suffering. His father promptly told those people that they could take their opinion and go fuck themselves with it, before heading off to his labs, determined not to lose the only family he had left. It had taken years of work, research and pushing himself to the limits of his ability for him to become the man he is today, a pioneer in prosthetic technology, and more importantly, the man who gave his son back his life.

The next two years have been spent on physical therapy, as his muscle had atrophied due to disuse over the years, and also making sure everything was functioning properly. Once his father deemed him fit, as his recovery was sped up through the use of his father's other machines, his father decided it was time for him to learn how to use his abilities and how to control them, especially his rage-based ones, in order to prevent this kind of event from happening again. In truth, his father wanted him to have his powers suppressed to eliminate the danger entirely, and Alex was tempted to do so as well, but then his father told him of how his mother died, using her power, which was a similar form of emotional manipulation only more focused on defensive use than offensive, to save his father from an attack from a powerful Meta-human criminal. She had never really made use of her powers before, seeing no need to, and while it was strong enough to save many, many lives, the strain was too much for her to handle and she Ashed away right in front of him. Alex didn't want to lock up his power, he didn't ant to live in fear of it. Knowing of his mother's sacrifice, he felt as inspired as he felt saddened. He wouldn't allow himself to be but in that same situation. He learned first hand that danger always comes when you least expect it, so he at least wanted to learn how to fight back. HIs father was against it at first, but once he saw the stubborn look in Alex's eye that was so much like his mother's, he couldn't resist and gave in. He worked some added safety measures into his arm and sent him of to Academy 218, hoping that he made the right choice.

Super-System, Cerebral

Technopathy: This is an ability he inherited from his father, though instead of gaining control of the hardware like his father, his son has a more intimate connection with technology. He doesn't command them so much as ask them to do what he wants, the download and uploading of data in and out of his head being more like a conversation than a strict process. The software, the coding and programs that form the synapses of the technology and tell it what to do is his domain. This allows him to interact with the tiny constructor drones in his robotic prosthetic, guiding their movements and actions with remarkable ease, as well as the queen, which were built by his father. The drones and the arm are made from a experimental metal alloy that has been infused with Meta-human energy, making it resistant to the abilities of other Metahumans.

Alex main use of this Technopathy is focusing more on his true passion: Coding, with a focus on game design to be precise. With his ability, there are very few computers and technologies he can't coax into giving up their secrets, if he ever decided to get into the hacking field(not to say he's never hacked before, of course, but he's done it very rarely). Also, thanks to the fact that his eyes are now all machine, he can create a form of HUD display in which he can actively scan and get a read out on a particular piece of technology, a program he created using his powers. He's done several such programs for his arm as well, from making it have capable of being a wi-fi hotspot, creating a few gigs of space using constructors in order to store his music, to even setting up a holographic display(a device he kinda hacked out from his dads files) around his arm, so he can do things like watch tv, get the time, surf the web, etc, etc

Cybernetic Enhancements: After losing his right arm, eyes, and nearly his life the first time he lost control of his powers, his father, a powerful Technopath and a highly regarded doctor, immediately set to work helping his son to recover. The drive created from his need to help make sure this event never happened again drove his powers to new heights, allowing him to control technology down to it's base materials, and from those, created entirely new technologies that previously wouldn't be thought easily possible. With this new power in hand, he slowly but surely began to work on advanced prosthetics, a slow and steady process of over 5 years and numerous prototypes where his son was the main test subject. Eventually, he was able to get them to their current level of aptitude.

Along with the arm, he also has a cybernetic eye replacements, allowing him to see as normal, though they are capable of scanning people vitals(which causes his eyes to change like so when activated) and if they are suffering any injuries on their person or exhibiting signs of heighten electrical activity(so he knows who to stay away from), a symbiotic heart implant, as that was also dangerously damaged during the event and was the first thing that his father worked to create, as he likely wouldn't have made it past the age of 15 without it. There are also a few others that help make sure that everything else in his body stays functional.

Along with having all of the functionality of a regular arm, is also has an array of offensive and defensive tools incorporated into it, as well as some more luxury-features that Alex later added in with his own abilities. These include a decent amount of enhanced strength and durability(more so in the later than the former), allowing him to lift people much larger than him with ease and take a blow from Meta-humans with super strength with barely a dent in the casing. His shoulder and part of his torso has been reinforced and fitted with advanced shock-absorbers, so as to minimize the damage that such actions and impacts would have on the rest of his body. The arm also has a built in taser, so along as someone comes is in physical contact with the arm, they'll be in for a world of hurt, and this can be used at a range by having his drones build darts to launch at his foes.

The drones themselves are phenomenal works of engineering by his father, able to make anything from bed sheets to high powered laptops and even greater than that as well, as long as they have a blueprint coded into the software. On hand, Alex has about every blueprint one could ever need for the luxury items in his life, but he also has a cool little tool that he kinda begged out of his dad, who also repurposed it for less emergency based needs. Basically, Alex can summon a force field that has three modes:Comfort, Personal defense, Group Defense. In more detail, he has a device in his arm(that he can also make for others using his drones) that can cover him in a field of modified Meta-human energy, using him as the battery. In comfort mode, it basically keeps him warm and protection him from air and waterborne hazards by filtering them out or simply blocking them, as well as keeping the temperature around his body relatively comfortable in regards to his surroundings. The field is completely invisible and fits solely around his body, almost like a second skin. Personal defense mode makes it a bit more visible, as it forms a malleable oval that bends and contorts in conjunction with his body, and provides moderate level of protection from physical attacks, and a noticeably better protection from elemental based attacks. This is what he uses in a fight and to keep his heart from immediately getting shut down while engaging with an Electrokinetic. The final form is for when he needs to protect a group, and is the strongest of the three, covering up to 10 meters in diameter. While the energy consumed is usually his, if he can get a volunteer to stick a needle in their arm, connected to his, he can share the burden with them, making the shield that much more stable.

The constructor bots have strict guidelines set in place by his father, partly so he doesn't abuse the constructors and partly to keep him from draining himself dry. No lethal weapons are allowed, nor any form of explosive device, and he can't make anything that can't fit within a 6ft circumference.

When engaging with technology, he needs to focus on his 'conversation' with the software, so he can't do if there's a lot of distractions nearby or he's suffering under some kind of duress.

The constructors drones run on his meta-human energy, and the amount they take is related to the size and complexity of an item, with complexity taking a lot more out of him than size. Something like a laptop, tablet, or smartphone will leave him feeling, while relatively small in size, will leave him quite fatigued after making it due to how complex the machinery is. Making a large blanket or comforter, however, is rather easy. The time it takes for him to create something goes from anywhere between 5-45 seconds depending on the item. Making the Porta-shield, the most complex thing he can build, will leave him very much drained and maybe even slightly paralyzed.

When it comes to the porta-shield, the drain is relative to the strain being put on it. Comfort mode is the easiest to maintain, so much so that he can keep it on indefinitely in most cases, the drain is so minor. It starts to get to him, however, when he's stuck in extremes of either weather cycle, and while it'll still take a while for him to run low on energy, he'll have to conserve what he has access to more efficiently, less he ends up stuck in the snow with a metal arm. Personal defense is tougher to maintain, definitely something he won't be using for extended periods of time if he can avoid it. The protection can be overcome if hit by a strong enough blow attack, and the shield doesn't completely block out physical attacks either, as he'll still be knocked back and stagger, it just that he won't have to worry about broken bones along with it. Given the drain, this is one that he tends to only use against foes where he's definitely going to be in for a bad time if he doesn't. Group protection is the one that can kill him f he's not careful and doing it alone. While maintaining it by itself is rather easy, once it's put under strain, it really starts eating through his energy. If it's overcome by the attack the shield will give out final shockwave in attempt to knock the aggressor back. F he has enough energy in him, he can throw in a flash bang as well, to disorient them while people either attack or try to escape. After using this, Alex is almost always down for the count, barely able to move, think, or speak, let alone create anything. This is an extreme last resort move, when their is no other option to keep either himself or a group alive.

The Queen that creates the Constructor Drones and provides the with materials(who synthesizes them by feeding passively feeding on ALex's Meta-human energy) to build, which are rather small at about 2-3 cm in length, is embedded in his shoulder. If that area is ever damaged, or if the queen is ever compromised, then Alex will lose all ability to over his constructors, and maybe in his arm if the damage is severe enough. The Arm also has a weak spot on the inside of the elbow, so a strong hit there could probably rip right through and either remove or disable everything to the south of that point.

Due to the fact that his constructors have a finite material amount to build with, he can only build a limited amount of things before his drones need to refil, which would take about 1-2 minutes if he completely exhausts them(like if he made a ridiculously good laptop or the Porta-shield), but usually takes him about 30 seconds or so if he's still got some in reserve.

Due to his mechanical parts, even though the material they're made of was meant to be resistant to Meta-Human powers, are highly susceptible to strong electrical currents. So if Alex is charged with enough true electricity, then any and all of his prosthetics could shut down, leaving him potentially blind, unable to use one of his arms, and suffering from cardiac arrest due to his heart suddenly stoping. That latter is a problem for most, but for him the risk is especially high.

He suffers from splitting headaches and debilitating nausea when he's close contact with electromagnetic waves, as they interfere with the machines in his head. If one were to focus a beam or something of that nature of electro-magnetic waves at him, they'd temporarily short circuit and he'd be instantly knocked out, and stay like that for a good five minutes or so, give or take.

Can't swim that well do to the fact that his body is kinda lopsided in the wait department, so water is definitely something to be careful of.

As far as combat's concerned, Alex just isn't a fighter, having n experience, training, or natural skill in that field. All he has is his tenacity, his brain, and gadgets, and while they help, that's not always going to cut it.

Nita Mallory: Mother(Deceased)

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Mickey Keahi

19, going on 7.

Male.

Mickey is a large, relatively heavy set man in his late teens. He sports medium length dark brown hair, some growth on his chin, and equally brown eyes. Due to his Hawaiian heritage he has a rather tan complexion and smooth skin. Because he is the combination of a neckbeard and a beach bum, he must look that part. He has enough sense not to wear a fedora out in the open (although in his home is another story), instead he often wears clothing similarly to that in the picture above. HOWEVER, due to REASONS, he has been relocated to god damn Alaska. This has lead to him dressing like he's camping out in the South pole. He is READY. He has a square face with a wide nose and the typical asian slanted eyes. Mickey, if he was composed of regular hooman material, would weigh in at about 270~ lbs. In reality he's well over three hundred. At 6'3, he's just a pretty big dude in general.

Fuck you guys I'll describe his appearance more if I need to.

Also, Maxx is bae.

Mickey is the type of guy who will point a nerf gun at you and say "Freeze, I'm here to steal your heart." and he's also the type of person to pull it off. He is the perfect combination of dork and fun to be around. A genuinely nice guy- despite being a little weird for all intensive purposes. He's just... good at making friends and keeping friends. Mickey's also pretty good with tools of just about any kind- the dude's pretty gifted intelligence wise even if he doesnt show it. But most of all Mickey is excellent at beer pong and other party games. He's got a lot of party tricks that he can use that will honestly blow your mind. He's also an excellent cook. Like, surprisingly good.

Mickey was born in Hawaii, and lived there for most of his life being raised by his dad, as his mother passed away not long after he was born. Because there arent really any good academies and Mickey was invited to 218 on Scholarship due to academic integrity, Mickey has ended up in Alaska, and is adusting to his new life in a very cool climate.

Super System - Biological

You know what's really great about Mickey? He's not just cartoon in name alone. He's cartoon in power as well. He's basically made of Flubber - with properties of an insulator to boot. Like a combination of Monkey D. Luffy, Mr. Fantastic, and Jake the Dog. His body can warp and shape into several different shapes and forms, stretch incredible distances, and take the form of it's container. If you hit his face with a frying pan his face would be shaped like a frying pan for a few seconds before reforming. Because of this he has a form of pseudo-regeneration in that if he is injured or loses a body part he can make every middle aged woman jealous with a weight loss program that cuts weight and replaces his missing body part almost instantaneously. Because he is rubber-like as well, if you hit him in the right position the amount of force you hit him with can be redirected back into you. Kinda like a massive rubber band.

Mickey's body, if you cut pieces off, is actually a blue jellow-y solution that changes color to match human skin tones. He doesnt actually NEED to wear clothes and he doesn't because of this ability to change shape and form on a pretty damn complex scale. When this liquid solution is seperated from itself, it seeks itself out to rejoin. Mickey's combined intelligence manifests in a way completely different to his own in that every cell of his body is part of his super organism that works in perfect syncroism with the other cells. This is why it's able to move on it's own and communicate with other cells despite not being directly connected. Much like an Octopus' arm, each of his limbs have minds of their own and while he might not be in direct control of his arm when it's fifty feet away, it's still going to do exactly what Mickey would do. Which is probably either still attempting to punch you or doing some strange card trick. Mickey can also stretch himself, and his limbs, to an absurd degree. This motherfucker can out dunk Space Jam Lebron James without breaking a sweat. I'm talking bitch slapping people from sixty or seventy feet away.

Being fat in Mickey's world is awesome. On one hand he can literally eat and digest anything to temporarily add to his mass. On the other hand all the weight he gains can be used to create larger constructs of his own body. He can turn his hand into a fucking hammer if he wants to. The only issue is, these constructs often need to be dense af in order to really hurt and he needs to be strong as hell in order to use them effectively- so most of the added mass he gains goes to density and strength. Because he can eat and digest nearly everything adding this mass isn't super hard. If he eats enough he can achieve what he refers to as MAXIMUM MICKEY which, in other words, is enough Mickey to fill up a swimming pool. This MAXIMUM MICKEY can also be used to create a gigantic fucking version of himself. I'm talking over twenty thousand gallons of MICKEY. You can imagine how big MAXIMUM MICKEY is. I'm talking anywhere from twenty to thirty feet tall. And if he's not feeling like being a giant dude, he can be MANY normal sized dudes! Or he could be the obligatory tentacle monster. It's really up to how he's feeling that day.

Because Mickey has no true 'form' per say, he can completely change his appearance to mimic that of... anyone else's. It's pretty nifty. His mass isn't even an issue if they're below his size or weight. He can condense his mass into a smaller volume. He can even sound like them! This ability also grants him the ability to change color and texture at will and camouflage into his surroundings by pretending to be various every day objects such as but not limited to- trees, rocks, chain link fences, etc.

His body's biggest weaknesses is that any part of him that's stretched out is especially vulnerable to being torn off or cut when stretched out- because the mass is thinner. Regarding his strength, the farther he stretches, the harder it is for him to apply force. If he hit you from twenty feet it'd hurt a lot more than it would a fifty. General stuff like that. He's not superhumanly strong unless he wants to be. Mickey also cannot straight up eat anything that is thrown his way. He has to be bigger than that object. So he can't just run up to the ground and eat enough to become MAXIMUM MICKEY at will. That can take a lot of buildup.

He is also unable to adapt to any new forms of ranged attack that are not electrically based. And some energy based attacks are especially effective against him. Now, let me explain.

Mickey is a living energy well. He is like, toasty warm at all times because of this. Being cold, is actually harder on him because it forces him to use up more energy to remain mobile. He CAN be frozed solid and thawed out and be perfectly fine, but in the middle of Alaska, cold + cold = immobile Mickey if he's dealing with someone who is a cryomancer. Fire and energy based attacks are almost meaningless to a certain point. As Mickey consumes more and more mass, he produces more and more heat as he gets larger and larger. Because his body is technically a liquid, it can actually evaporate. This is how Mickey sheds off unnecessary mass that is consumed and forces him back to his homeostatic form from being a fucking giant. Fire and energy based attacks (That aren't electricity, he IS an insulator) can actually harm him by raising his body temperature and not only force shrinking him to a regular size or below, but can also turn him into a god damn gas if they can get the place hot enough. Once he cools down he will precipitate. So honestly the best way to deal with him is to freeze him and put him in storage somewhere if he hasn't run the fuck away already. Mickey's not exactly a warrior, man.

He got a dad, yo.

None yet!
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Agent Maximilian Hernandez: KINGFISHER RAVEN, H, Max

22

Male

5’9”, 130 pounds. He’s slightly underweight, a little bony, though police training has kept his muscle tone at least a little bit noticeable through his arms and shoulders. He’s certainly no wrestler, one of those guys who looks like he prefers being behind a desk than in a firefight. Being of Mexican and Filipino heritage, he has coppery skin, though from staying inside, his skin has become quite pale for being hispanic/asian. He walks with a slight slouch and sits leaning forwards, with his elbows on his knees and his hands steepled downwards. He does not speak much, but when he does, his voice is low and cold-sounding, almost mechanical in sound. He rarely makes eye contact unless he is being very serious.
His face is short and thin, gaunt-looking with skin stretched across sharp cheekbones. Despite his recluse appearance, he has excellent hygiene, with white teeth, little acne, and a clean shave always. His eyes are dark green mixed with brown, making them look murky. He has thin eyebrows and short, messy black hair. Max generally combs his hair to keep it from getting tangled, but always wears a baseball cap over it, so he doesn’t really spend much time on it. He has small ears and an average-sized nose, as well as thin lips.

Max wears the same exact thing every day; a pair of khaki pants, a white oxford shirt, a pair of brown combat boots, and a brown leather peacoat with the KINGFISHER insignia ironed onto the right shoulder. When it gets very cold, he wears a blue scarf. On his head is always a brown Harvard baseball cap, with a white H on the front and the word “Harvard” on the back. This cap almost never leaves his head, even when inside.

Many things. Being a wunderkind in his own right, Max has mastered many intellectual sports. He has an iQ of 150, genius-level. He’s a chess grandmaster, holds the world record for the Rubik’s Cube, with a time of 4.784 seconds, is a master cellist, and is Diamond 1 ranked in League of Legends (his favorite champion is Swain). His favorite item is the brain cube, a rubber Rubik’s cube shaped like a brain, with ridges and divots in it to make it look like a cube-shaped brain. He has read every single story from Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, and Edgar Allan Poe, and is a connoisseur of mystery novels. His favorite TV show is Death Note, with Sherlock a close second. He speaks Spanish, German, French, Arabic, Russian, and Mandarin Chinese.

Max is a NEST agent as well, so he has some degree of combat training. He is a computer science nerd, already with a degree in compsci from Harvard, and while he chooses not to use his computer skills for black hat hacking, if he did he’d be a real menace. He has basic hand-to-hand combat training from NEST, and this, combined with his power, make him quite the adversary for untrained opponents (though well-trained fighters who are good at staying unpredictable can outmaneuver him fairly easily). He is also fairly proficient with firearms (once again, his power helps).

St.Genevieve's Home for Children in Mendel, Louisiana has been famous over the years for raising quite a few supernatural orphaned children. Skeleton, the leader of the Skulls, the deadliest metahuman gang in US history, Sierra Alvarez, a Skull lieutenant, Allen Bishop, the leader of the NEST branch KINGFISHER, and many more have been found on their doorstep at one time or another. Max Hernandez was no different. Born to a poor single mother, he was given up for adoption at six months old, and came to St.Genevieve’s. He lived there until the age of ten, and in that time showed himself to be supernaturally intelligent. He was a wunderkind, capable of solving a rubik’s cube at the age of three and speaking several languages by the age of five. He was a social recluse of sorts, with few friends. He spent most of his days reading mystery novels and solving puzzles rather than playing with the other children. When NEST came to test the children to see if any of them had supernatural powers, Max was found to be positive, but besides his intelligence, they found nothing. Assuming that he would manifest later, they let him go without sending him to an Academy. He graduated high school at the age of thirteen and then went to Harvard, where he graduated with degrees in comp sci and mathematics at sixteen. He was going for a masters in comp sci, but his tendency to get into things ended up with him breaking into classified NEST-sanctioned research labs, getting him expelled (though not stripped of his degrees because the president of the school was so impressed that he actually could break in). Upon returning to Mendel, NEST tested him once more and discovered his incredible perception powers. They had him attend the Wright Institute at University of Mendel, where he learned how to use his powers to their fullest potential. Then, knowing that he would be useful, they sent him to NEST training.

Because the Gang War was going on in Mendel, Max was sent to Black Fall for his training, where he trained under the NEST pseudo-legend Henry Olin. Henry kept an eye on the boy (for they knew he had a nose for trouble) and, under Henry’s training, Max became a great NEST agent. He was sent back to Mendel after his training, and at the peak of the Mendel Gang War (a war between two rival metahuman gangs that destroyed most of Mendel), he was promoted to the KINGFISHER squadron, an elite group of NEST agents designed to take down the two gangs and bring harmony to the city. With his help, KINFISHER defeated the Skulls, ending the war and causing the Vanguard (the other gang), to fall apart and fade into obscurity.

Max worked with KINGFISHER ever since, and has been deployed to a few various meta riots across the country since. Unfortunately, at one such riot in Baltimore, Max discovered a plot by KINGFISHER members to deploy deadly amounts of Serum 17 (gas that burns metahumans and weakens their powers) on a group of rioters. He exposed this to NEST, getting the KINGFISHER members fired. Though he was thanked by NEST, they knew that he had to be punished for nosing his way into to someone else’s business again. So, they promoted him and then sent him to Academy 218 to “watch for suspicious behavior related to plots by the Hands of Science”. Max is no idiot, though; he knows that “watch for suspicious behavior” means “babysit”.

But hey, he’s been wrong before.

(Cerebral (Extra-Sensory)

Extrasensory Perception: You know that feeling you get when you’re being watched? Or that prickle at the back of your neck when you realize you’re in a bad situation? Do you know how sometimes you have a *gut* feeling that something is wrong, or that something needs to be done. This is, colloquially, known as the sixth sense, or intuition. Max has this sixth sense too, but his is significantly more powerful than any other living human. Essentially, Max has the ability to synthesize information about an area given little to no sensory input to account for that information. He can use this ability in a variety of ways. It gives him incredible detail perception, allowing him to find clues that even master detectives would never have been able to discover. His deduction skills give Sherlock Holmes a run for his money. Max’s ESP makes him extremely good at breaking into things as well, as he can pick locks and figure out what combination codes are with ease. He can disassemble any piece of machinery and put it back together effortlessly. By sensing the muscle twitches of his opponents, he can predict his opponent’s next move, making him scary good at hand-to-hand combat. He can sense things about people, such as personality traits and names, without asking them. He knows when someone is holding a gun, when someone is afraid, and when someone is lying. This makes him a phenomenal detective and an incredibly difficult enemy to deal with.

Max’s power is in no way telepathy. His ESP can let him know things like names and personality traits, but he cannot read a person’s thoughts, no matter how hard he tries. Max’s telepathy also only has a useful range of about forty feet, so anything outside of that is free of him. The more complicated a thing Max wants to know, the more focus and energy are required to discover it. While breaking a four-digit padlock code takes Max no time at all, breaking a three hundred digit padlock code would take him a good bit of time.

So you know how when a person loses a sense, their other senses become stronger to account for it? Like, people who go blind have better hearing, smell, and taste than someone with vision and a deaf person can have better vision than a normal person. As Max has six primary senses instead of five (aware that there are other senses besides the five but this is an RP not a science project), he has the opposite effect of this, with his other senses being weaker. Because of his ESP, Max’s senses of hearing, sight, taste, and touch are all less effective than a normal person’s. He wears contact lenses to deal with the sight, but if he loses them he doesn’t see very well. He hears less-effectively than a normal person and his senses of smell and taste are quite weak. In addition to this, if Max is disoriented, he loses his ESP just like other senses. So things like flashbangs, super loud noises, or other forms of prompting sensory overload shut down his ESP just like his other senses. Electromagnetic radiation interferes with it as well, so his powers don’t work in the presence of electrokinetic or magnetic metahumans (or at least within their electromagnetic field). While Max is good at blocking out telepaths, this requires him to focus so hard on building a mental barrier that he becomes unable to use his powers, so telepathic metas are quite useful against him.

Max’s ESP can also be wrong. Just like the other senses, it is fallible, and in rather rare cases is known to be wrong (ie, pm me if you’re in an interaction with him and ask for his ESP to mess up. Don’t just assume that he’s wrong without consulting me first). Generally this comes from things which are similar: a banana is in a pocket instead of a gun, a name usually spelled with a v is spelled with a ph, someone is holding four fingers behind their back with two crossed to appear as three. Just like sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell, his sixth sense can be deceived.

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Rowan Campbell

16

Male

A 5’9 teen of an average - if kind of wiry physical complexion with scruffy hair, Rowan looks like your average white trash type from Verthaven’s Iron District. From a glance it's clear he's not a heavyweight and even if he was a little meatier he wouldn't be too imposing at that height. Unkempt, his hair is a dirty blonde whilst along his jawline is a thin veil of blonde stubble that one day threatens to turn into an equally scruffy beard and he possesses a set of sharp, blue eyes

When he's not wearing the uniform - which is often the case, he'll lean towards wearing a jacket for the colder Alaskan weather as well as a pair of cargo pants and working boots.

Growing up in a rough neighbourhood in a broken home's taught Rowan a couple of delinquent skills, from cracking simple locks to getting into cars (the older ones, at least) without setting off the alarms and so on. Also, whilst it's not exactly a quality one could boast about, Rowan has a rather high level of endurance and is capable of taking more than a couple punches and still pulling himself back up to his feet. Years of physical abuse have conditioned him with a somewhat higher pain threshold than your average teen and it also translates to a psychological effect - no matter how beat he is, nothing will pull him down if he's set his mind to something and he's more likely to break than bend.

Hailing from the poorer districts of Verthaven, Rowan was another textbook case of a kid coming from a broken home, the only difference being that this kid had powers and their family happened to Iron Cross. To be specific, Rowan’s father had very close ties to the group from his time in prison and throughout upbringing of his son he'd attempted to embed a similar set of bigoted views through years of domineering and abuse. His mother also suffered the same treatment if not worse, leading the two of them to endure years of abuse under the old man’s roof.

It wasn't until after he hit his early teens that it came to a head - the old man had come home drunk yet again after another night out with ‘his brothers of iron’ and had taken a disliking to his demeanour and started hurling abuse. When Rowan shot back, this made him angry and he looked ready to throw the bottle at him until his wife intervened, instead becoming the new target of his ire as she took a heavy beating for it.

Then something snapped. Years of abuse and resentment came bubbling to the surface - Rowan practically threw himself against the old man and laid into him blow after blow, until the stress of the situation ‘activated’ his powers and in a rage caused him to unintentionally send a metal frame flying into the old man and fatally snapping his neck.

It didn't take long for the authorities to realise what had happened, especially when he tested positive for the metahuman gene. NEST quickly took custody of him after the truth of his circumstances was revealed and given the duress he'd been under, it was determined that he had not intentionally killed the old man and was in clear need of a stable environment. Initially, he was supposed to attend the academy in Verthaven but it soon became apparent that this left him open to being approached by elements of the Iron Cross or worse and he was often seen outside of education, doing anything but learning.

In the end, as a drastic but ultimately necessary measure he was sent to Academy 218 in secluded but stable Alaska, far away from his troubles back home where he couldn't run away from his issues, and a fresh start.

Elemental

Electromagnetic Manipulation:

Rowan can generate a rather powerful electronic field in order to manipulate his surroundings. Magnetised metallic objects can be moved around and have force exerted upon them at will, whilst he also has an overall sense of directiin (like a living compass) and can detect other magnetic fields. In addition to this, he's capable of 'seeing' the path of electrical currents and interfering with electronics by manipulating said magnetism.

For one, there's a limit to the strength and radius of the fields he can generate and manipulate. He wouldn't be able to lift a truck off the ground, but with the proper focus and training he could learn to generate more concentrated fields, allowing him to deflect metallic projectiles.

Excessive use of his power to the point of overexertion can cause him to suffer intense migraines and nosebleeds. If he pushed it even further he'd pass out from exhaustion. Also, being encased in a faraday cage or a similarly insulating enclosure can hinder the effectiveness of his powers. Oh, and unshielded CCTV cameras don't seem to like being around him.

Tess Campbell | Good | Mom | "I miss her. Wish those fuckers had let her come with me.”|