Bryce Francis Sanders

N/A

4th of December, 1996.

18

Male

Heterosexual

At first glance, one would simply assume how irresponsible Bryce can be when it comes to tidying himself up. For starters, that is somewhat the case as he's prone to any sorts of trouble that will eventually put him through a lot of situations involving literal mess. Bryce's grandmother, Lisbeth Greene, is a blacksmith and more often than not, her grandson is usually the one who helps her out with her productions. So in that point of view, one can clearly understand how he's been through dirt during the entire day. Other than that, if blacksmithing isn't the case, then his other adventurous expeditions are, which -for the most part - are frequent ventures in the woods, looking for anything spectacular or at least worthy enough to feed his audacious nature.

Bryce's height roughly measures at about 172 cm, fairly average for his current age and weighs approximately 73 kilograms on the scale. Perhaps what's chiefly noticeable of his physical distinction is his nose, which has a wide bridge running across. Other than that, he's of the common kind with no unusual features that are likely to make a person's jaw drop. His body composes and evenly proportional build with narrow shoulders and a lean set of muscles shaping his overall physique. He has a pair of dark brown eyes and a hair which is often discerned as curly in texture. As for his style of clothing, it's a variation but not going beyond what's overly exaggerated. He likes to keep things simple and with it, he puts that particular style into his clothing pattern. Normally he'd wear hooded sweatshirts, plain white t-shirts or a flannel shirt where the sleeves are cut off, coupled with either a pair of shorts or jeans.

Bryce doesn't have any.

It's rather refreshing to see someone of Bryce's caliber to not worry about intelligence nor humbly demonstrate a stereotyped behavior in front of people's eyes just to keep a satisfactory image. How he personifies himself is of his own volition, refusing to let others' opinions become a basis for his underlying influence. Bryce follows his own code but not to the point where he becomes a sum of his own selfishness. No, he still abides on what's right and what's wrong but carefully minimizes it as to not turn into a victim of everyone's moral compass. He simply appreciates himself, for what he is and what he grew up to be. Sure, there are regrets and disappointments at some point of his growing life but people live in an imperfect world and these flaws Bryce is holding are the very foundations of his humanity.

What's quite puzzling is that despite how Bryce is fixated with his beliefs, he still managed to fall down to the idiot and dimwitted scale. He's naive altogether and such adjectives are perfect excuses to tell others of their youthful distress. Of course they will use it as an excuse, it's because they're young! However, it's not really that applicable for Bryce's case since he is genuinely a dimwit himself. People would normally assume it's an act, to pull something hilarious and gain a small amount of attention at the very least. For the people who know Bryce well, it's not actually the circumstance. He's just that idiotic at times. But to them, there is a purpose for Bryce's idiocy and it isn't mostly just to garner the eyes of the masses. Bryce told them himself that his silliness is some sort of message, well, indirectly portrayed that is, since he's not really that capable of being the most intellectual person.

What's the message? It's simply the mediocre phrase 'be yourself'. Bryce grew up with the jolliest of childhoods until it was broken off by an unlikely event that ultimately separated his happiness from his own siblings - one of the people he mostly cherished within his heart. That aside, Bryce's point is for someone to not be concerned about how smart they should be, how enticing their clothes should look and how reputable their displayed images should become. None of these ever made sense to him, it's all a looping contradiction of how we shouldn't become. Bryce was never concerned of how dumb he ended up becoming or how he's not able to answer the simplest of questions, what he's mainly concerned about is how he should stay true to himself because no other person can be himself other than his own.

As for being idiotic and dimwitted, Bryce is often hungry for adventure as it's something he truly yearned for in his eighteen years of existence. He's bold and daring, willing to try out every shenanigan there is as long they appeal to his satisfaction. He have always dreamed for grand journeys, most being originated from his child-like imaginations. Up to this day, those are everlastingly ingrained within the aims he had set up, but growing up made him realize how he should start tackling with rational subjects. Still, he's up for it and when there's an opportunity for an adventure, he'll undoubtedly grab it.

It is conceivably odd how one would observe Bryce, in such way where they'd assume he never stepped foot on a big city for once in his life. Others would've concluded that what they regarded of him were true but largely, they're not. Strange how a person who is mostly fond of venturing off in the forest can be someone who came from a big city. It's even a bit hard for something like that to believe given how Bryce often acted like a mountain-dweller rather than someone who've known the premise of a swarming metropolis.

Originating from Chicago, Bryce Francis Sanders was brought to the world by writer Elyn Sanders and businessman Emilio Sanders. Most of their peaceful living were all products of Emilio's diligence until such time where his prominence carried the family altogether towards a wealthy state of living. Not only was he a hardworking father but a devoted member of the family, committed to do whatever it would take to sustain his children's satisfaction while administering their ethical conduct. Bryce was the youngest of four siblings. His parents wouldn't say he was the most loved one as their love for all of them are equal and unbiased. However though, Bryce proved to be more different than the others. Perhaps so different that he possessed a special kind of uniqueness in him.

At a very young age, Bryce was diagnosed with a learning disability due to how difficult it was for him to cope up with school work and how he was easily distracted by toys and other physical activities he's fond of. This was immediately brought to his teachers' concerns, making them question how the child behaved at home or if there were any problems/incidents in the household that directly affected his learning process. Much to their surprise, there weren't any. Entirely, he was looked upon as a child teeming with happiness and joy. Teachers didn't have any problems with his displayed behaviour at school, save for the times when he spilled paint all over himself. He was far from being problematic. In fact, he was somewhat a favourite due to how polite he was on a daily basis. It's just that his playful image was negated by his difficulty of learning.

How his life ended up being spent at Verona was ironically due to his father's work. Yes, he's a good man but he would do anything just to make his family happy and thus, before claiming his desired position in his company, he made several involvements with Chicago's underworld. He had transactions with information breakers, hackers and even with the black market. Yes he did have regrets to it all, but he was left without a choice and he was, at that time, at the peak of losing his job and he knew well enough that it was something he should absolutely avoid. Eventually, his illegal activities didn't get a free pass and soon as those secrets were found out, a warrant was issued by the authorities and then followed his sessions in court. If he could've endured that sheer amount of stress mounting above him, he certainly wouldn't be fearful if his children knew of what he was doing, but it was something he didn't want overall. Emilio wanted them to leave the city and prevent them from ever seeing his accusations.

Arrangements were then made. Elyn Sanders was saddened by the fact that she's somehow abandoning her husband, but it must done and it was what Emilio wanted to for the welfare of their family. Bryce's siblings were old enough to stand on their own. The eldest of them all was already working at New York City as a financial analyst. The second oldest just graduated from the University of Chicago, now undergoing internship and then proceeding to studying medicine thereafter. So they were all separated, with the third youngest being under the eldest's support while he continued college. Bryce on the other hand was with his mother, moving to his grandmother's residence at the small Washington town named Verona. It was not the most reminiscent of departures, knowing that their father was bound to spend his life behind bars. It was difficult for the most part but they altogether hoped for the best.

It was at Verona when Bryce discovered that his uniqueness wasn't entirely based on his lustrous persona. In actuality, it was all just the cause of a strange phenomena that unraveled throughout the town, a solar eclipse as what it had been. It gave him an unusual kind of ability, something proven to be beyond his understanding.

His mother Elyn Sanders and grandmother Lisbeth Greene.

Location Swapping

The power to switch location between the user and another object/living thing.

Charles Alexander Collins

Charlie- The go to nickname for anyone named Charles. Charlie introduces himself as this, and most people know him only as Charlie.

January 14, 1997

18

Male

Bisexual

Charlie is not an unattractive person by any means. His hair is a dirty blonde color, and always done in a quiff. His skin is relatively clear, save for the smattering of freckles across his nose, a trait that he got from his mother. His eyes are dark blue, and have been described as looking too old for his face. Charlie is relatively tall, at about 6" and he weighs about 160 pounds, so he's pretty slim.

Charlie's style is pretty eclectic. Button up shirts with the sleeves rolled up and joggers, are a common outfit, as are t shirts and sweats. His shoes are always Converse, they're his favorite brand, but his clothes tend to be a variety of brands. His color scheme is generally blues, whites, greys and blacks, although he does like to wear some red every now and then

None

✔Reading
✔Writing
✔Playing video games
✔Partying
✔Sleeping
✔English class
✔Winning
✘Shitty people
✘Small spaces
✘Math
✘Waking up early
✘Losing

-Reading
-Writing
-Playing video games
-Cooking

-Nail biting
-Taps his foot when nervous
-Staying up too late

☠-Tight spaces
-Sharks
-Being abandoned

Charlie is basically just a lovable nerd. He's a bit socially awkward, although he's mostly gotten over that since high school began. He's very smart, and has always done extremely well in school. He's also rather charming. Apparently people find it adorable when you can't seem to string any words together and then start cursing. He's always been known amongst his friends as the funny one, a title he's happy to keep. His humor is rather dry and witty, and it's gotten him more than a few slaps in the face over the years.

Negatively though, Charlie has the tendency to get rude when he feels bothered, and if he gets in an argument with someone, he can get very mean. While he tries to keep it under control, he has a short temper, one that can be set off by just about any offense. He takes a lot of things personally, even though he tries hard not to.

As long as Charlie can remember, it's just been him and his mom. He never met his dad, and his mom didn't talk about him much and so he rarely questioned anything. He and his mother were always close, and he attributes most of his skills today to her. She taught him how to read and what made a great book. His mother was a teacher in California, but when Charlie was eight, she decided it was time for a change of scenery. So Charlie and his mom moved up to Washington and to a town called Verona, where his mom became the English teacher at the high school. Charlie was angry about the move, and when he first got to Verona, he hated it.

However, once he began school, he made some quick friends, and his jokes quickly found him more. After this he found that Verona might not be so terrible. His life was pretty easy up until a few years ago. The night of his 14th birthday, he woke up to hear his mom yelling at someone. He snuck out to see who it was, and he saw that it was some man he didn't recognize. But when his mom kept shouting, he figured it out. It was his dad. He never spoke to the man, but two years after that incident, the guy moved to town. He's spoken with him once or twice, but Charlie has given no indication that he knows who he is, and he's not even sure he wants to.

Charlie and his mom live in a two story town house in the nicer part of Verona. Charlie can often be found up in his room, writing or in the kitchen making dinner.

Alice Collins: Alice is Charlie's mom and they are extremely close. They rarely fight, and when they do, it tends to be about which doctor on Grey's Anatomy is the best. He loves his mom and thinks the world of her. Alice has always been extremely supportive of her son, and has always tried to give him the best chance he could get. She's a teacher at Verona's high school, and as such, knows a lot about all of Charlie's friends.

Maxwell Flint: Maxwell is Charlie's dad, although neither of them have ever formally met. He moved to Verona two years ago, but Alice forbade him from ever speaking to Charlie. He understands why. He met Alice when they were young and wild, and Charlie was the result. Not ready for any sort of commitment like that, Maxwell ran. He never called or wrote, and so Alice was forced to raise the boy. As such, Maxwell has respected her wishes, although he still bumps into Charlie at the supermarket on occasion.

Telekinesis

Charlie has the ability to move things with his mind.

Charlie is able to move objects and people around with his mind. While it mostly requires hand gestures for him to move anything larger than a marble, he can move some pretty heavy stuff, if he's focused enough.

-After too much use, his brain goes haywire, and his power is useless.
-He can't lift anything heavier that 160 pounds without heavy concentration.
-Gives him a wicked headache if he over exerts himself
-Sometimes loses control

Jesse James Callaghan

Jess - A simple, if rather unnecessary diminutive of his first name. He’s not a big fan of this one, mostly because he thinks Jesse is already short enough. Could people get any lazier?

J.J. - A combination of his first and middle name, pretty self-explanatory.

6th December, 1997

17

Male

Homosexual

Standing at a mere 5’9”, and weighing in at around 140 pounds, it’s safe to say that Jesse isn’t exactly the most imposing of figures. It doesn’t help that he never stands up straight, either. His posture is terrible; shoulders rolled forward, knees bent, hands inside his pockets. No matter how many hours of sleep he gets a night, it’s always fitful, as evident by the dark circles under his watery, blue eyes. There is an unhealthy pallor to his skin, marred with fading bruises and abrasions. This, combined with his mop of dirty blonde hair, gives him an overall appearance that can best be described as “washed out”. Unless he is comfortable in his surroundings, he is unsmiling, a seemingly permanent scowl darkening his features.

Jesse has chronically chapped lips, and the bridge of his nose is no longer quite straight, having been broken one too many times. His face is dusted with a light smattering of freckles, though they’re only visible upon closer inspection. It’s not something he’s self-conscious about, but his voice is a different story altogether. Most of the time, he tries to speaks in a bored, tuneless monotone. Jesse doesn’t like raising his voice, even when he’s agitated, because he hates how he always sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, only worsening with anxiety. After all, it’s kind of hard for people to take you seriously when you sound like you’re two seconds away from crying.

Jesse couldn’t care less about fashion, and he often looks like he just threw on whatever was clean. Most of his clothes hail from the neighbourhood thrift store - a lot of t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and washed-out jeans. They don’t fit that well, but he’s comfortable in them. He likes things a little baggy. As for his shoes, Jesse’s been wearing the same pair of Chucks for three years straight. He’s pretty sure they used to be black, but they’ve since faded into an ugly, mottled grey.

Jesse has more scars than he can count, though they’re mostly rather superficial; all scabbed-over cuts and purpling bruises from getting into one too many schoolyard scraps. There is, however, a particularly obvious one on his right forearm, about two or three inches long. If anyone asks, fuck off or a shoddy lie about a fifth grade biking accident are the only answers he’ll give. In truth, it was a souvenir from his mother’s ex-boyfriend, when he’d gotten his arm broken for talking back.

✔Han Solo
✔Sci-Fi
✔Comic Books
✔Money
✔Grunge
✔French Fries
✔Dogs
✔Raspberry 7 Up
✘Coffee
✘Vapers
✘The Simpsons
✘Okra
✘Mathematics
✘Republicans
✘Loud Noises
✘Bigotry

☠ Confined spaces, especially when it’s dark.
☠ Sudden loud noises, though the sound of thunder is an exception.
☠ Losing his mom.

A recluse by nature, Jesse does not often associate with his peers. At social events, he is withdrawn and quiet, preferring to hover on the fringes of conversation without actually partaking. When he does decide to speak up, however, “abrasive” is really the only word that can be used to describe him. Inwardly self-destructive and outwardly misanthropic, people often find themselves put off by his hostility. He doesn’t abide by the rules, he doesn’t play fairly, and he certainly doesn’t let anyone think they can get one up on him. Jesse loves to act like he’s hot shit, but when faced with truly confident or successful people, he can become flustered and defensive, lashing out with increasingly nonsensical insults.

If he likes something, chances are he’ll let you know it, and if he doesn’t - well, he’s never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter as well. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not. Jesse is hard to like, much less to love, but underneath the layers of barbed distrust and anger, lies a deeply frustrated young man. That being said, one of Jesse’s defining traits is his volatility, and suffice to say, he has a terrible habit of mouthing off and getting his ass kicked.

It’s easy to peg him for a textbook case of Small Dog Syndrome, since he’s the kind of guy who’d rather start throwing punches than hash things out; and in most cases, this trope proves to be true. Still, he isn’t purposefully malicious, he just doesn’t like feeling vulnerable. Caustic sarcasm is Jesse’s go-to way of deflecting attention from his innermost angst, the majority of it stemming from his abandonment issues. And while it might be hard to believe, he does, however, have a soft side; it’s just buried under layers and layers of sardonicism. If you do manage to find a friend in Jesse, however, rest assured he’ll go to the ends of the Earth for you, and he’ll always having your back, even when you’re in the wrong.

When prompted to describe Jesse Callaghan, it’s hard for most people to find the right response. It’s just strange how one can be such a mystery, yet such an open book. But Jesse knows that you choose the flaws you wear, whilst disguising the rest of them.

Jesse and his mother only came to Verona about five years ago, moving from a run-down trailer park in Las Vegas. Needless to say, childhood wasn’t quite as picturesque for the teen as most others’. With a drunkard for a father and a mother who somehow managed to balance two jobs, he didn’t exactly grow up surrounded by sunshine and rainbows. But still, that was something he genuinely wanted - a loving, close-knit family - just like those disgustingly American Norman Rockwell paintings. His father’s idea of a bond with his son, however, was keeping women he brought home a secret from his mother, while she thought quality time with Jesse was handing him a list of household chores to do as she spent her nights bussing tables at the local diner. Jesse, for the most part, was left to his own devices.

Jesse has always been a wallflower, ever since he was a child. While his classmates ran around the playground, he’d always just sit aside and watch. That was something Jesse did a lot - watch. People, animals, even the clouds inching across the sky; as long as it moved, his eyes were focused on it. They would follow every movement, every sound, until he eventually got bored. His parents never found it strange - not like they even really noticed, anyway. Both of them were far too preoccupied with their respective endeavours to pay any heed to what their son was becoming.

It wasn’t long before his father left, running off to the East Coast with a rouged-up tart on his arm. Gillian was heartbroken, despite her husband’s numerous betrayals, though it was all she could do to put up a tough exterior for Jesse. For a few years, they got by. Jesse had to grow up fast, but he never blamed his mother, not even for a second. Gillian Callaghan was a real good parent, if you could look past the fact that she wasn’t much of a parent at all.

Jesse felt like Gillian was enough, and he knew that was all that mattered. She was his mother, and she worked her ass off to keep a roof over their heads, and most days, he tried to convince himself that having no father was better than having a drunk, deadbeat loser that slummed around the house all day. There were people all over the world who had a hell of a lot less Jesse knew he had to count his blessings each night and say a quick prayer to whoever it was that listened, if anybody at all.

By the time he’d gone and turned eleven, Gillian found the courage to move on. Tom was a mechanic at the local auto shop, and even then, Jesse knew he was bad news. His mother, however, seemed smitten. He appeared to be a nice guy, but only within earshot. Behind her back, it was a different story altogether. She only realised something was amiss when one day, she returned home to find Jesse with a broken arm. It was clear who the culprit was, and while Gillian kept silent about the incident for fear of losing Jesse to Child Protective Services, she did her best to protect him, eventually moving to Verona in an attempt to cut Tom out of their lives.

Since then, their lives have been quiet. Gillian still juggles two jobs, and Jesse is still a lone wolf with anger issues, except now, he works part-time as a cashier at Walmart. It’s not the best of situations, but Jesse can’t complain.

He has, after all, been through worse.

Gillian Daphne Callaghan (Mother, 44) - Gillian is a single mother, having raised Jesse on her own since he was eight years old. These days, she works the graveyard shift at the Salem Diner, and is also a receptionist at the local clinic.

Illusion Manipulation

The ability to manipulate how other people perceive reality.

Jesse is able to cast illusions, causing people to see, hear, feel, smell, and/or taste things that do not actually exist. He can also cause people to sense things in ways that they would not naturally; for example, he can make himself look and sound like a different person. For this to work, the targets have to be within a certain radius - about ten to fifteen meters, in this case.

Jesse has to concentrate fully to create a convincing illusion, and even then, an exceptionally observant person might be able to see through the smoke and mirrors. A few common mistakes he makes are misplacing a feature on a person, or creating shadows that face the wrong direction. Those who possess telepathy are nearly, if not completely, immune to this power.

Sang-mi Kim

Lucy is her American name

14 February 1999

Sixteen

Female

Closeted Bisexual

Lucy is known for her angelic face in her family. With refined cheekbones, that appear prominently when her small, elegant smile widens her face and her perfectly white, straight teeth that stand starkly against her soft, pink lips. Her brown eyes have a droop to them, but glitter in the sun and shine with her emotions. Her chin is wide and has a small dip in the middle, though it isn’t severe. Lucy’s long, silken tresses are a chocolate brown with a slight red tint to them – there are speculations amongst friends that the red is dye, but she has yet to comment on it – and has a natural fullness to it. Milky skin feels soft to the touch, though her fingers are calloused as well as her feet. Lucy is of average height, which is surprising to the typical stereotypers, and stands at 5’6”. Lucy prefers to wear jeans, button-ups, or sweaters – cardigans or otherwise – paired with her favorite beat-up cat-decorated vans. She doesn’t typically fuss over her appearance, except with a slight amount of lip palm and the occasional mascara. Her hair is her pride and joy when it comes to her body and she is careful to keep it healthy and luscious. Those that are close to her report that she possesses a tangy tangerine and vanilla scent because of her body wash and cheap store-bought perfume.

Lucy only has her ears pierced, but she surprisingly has a wish for a small tattoo on her arm when she turns eighteen. Lucy does have a scar on her knee from a vacuum cleaner incident (she doesn't want to talk about it).

✔Straight A's
✔Balloons
✔Herbal Tea
✔Mandu
✔Green Tea Ice Cream
✔RuPaul's Drag Race
✔Adventure books

✘Soda
✘Coffee
✘Fast food
✘Stupidity
✘Distractions from school
✘Cigarettes
✘Shakespeare
✘Soy Sauce

☠Failure
☠Chickens
☠Storms

The overachieving Asian – an annoying stereotype that was pushed immediately upon Lucy when she arrived to America. Several times she has been accused of having overbearing parents and stress-related problems. It has never occurred to people, however, that Lucy studies and works hard of her own accord. Ever since she was little, Lucy had been ambitious – she strived for perfection and would only accept the best. Upon the ripe age of twelve, Lucy began to work in her grandmother’s restaurant in order to make money to pay for books. When she wasn’t working, she was studying hard. Lucy had dreams of going places – she didn’t want to live her life stuck behind a desk, making minimum – or even medium – wage. No, Lucy wanted to build an empire; she wanted to leave a mark on the world. While some may see her ambition as admirable, Lucy was the type that would never let anything get in the way of her dream and would go to extremes if she had to in order to stop it.

Working as hard as she does, it is no surprise that Lucy is smart – genius, almost. Lucy has never received anything lower than an A in her life – though she almost came close to a B. Her mind tends to work a mile a minute, so it’s never really surprising when she becomes scatter-brained or forgets something or another because she’s too busy thinking of homework and her studies. Because of her love for intellect, Lucy prefers sardonic, cynical humor and sarcasm and enjoys satirical movies and TV shows (and the rare straight-up parody). Downside to her intelligence: Lucy can be manipulative when she wants to be. She never typically finds a reason to be, but she will do what she has to sometimes. Lucy is sly and sneaky when she wants to be and isn’t particularly honest all the time – though she prefers telling half-truths rather than fullblown lies.

However, Lucy is not as rigid as many would like to think of her. In reality, Lucy is rather idiosyncratic in her passionate personality and opinionated behavior. It is not rare to see Lucy yelling to herself in public, or for her to be grumbling something under her breath. She gets really passionate about things that she cares about and her friends typically like to provoke her ire just to see her yell facts off the top of her lungs. Above all, Lucy hates being wrong and will argue till she’s dead that she’s right – even if she knows she isn’t just because she doesn’t like feeling stupid compared to others.

Though when with her friends, Lucy tends to be rather open and loud, she’s quite shy around strangers and prefers to keep quiet rather than participate. She usually keeps a cold composure when shy, though she might hide behind her hair every now and then, and speaks formally and politely. This coldness tends to turn other people off and create preconceived notions about her such as her being a “frigid bitch” though Lucy doesn’t take it to heart often.

Lucy never really knew her father – he supposedly died before she was born, her mom says a bungee jumping incident but her grandmother maintains that it was a robbery. Neither can really be trusted. Either way, it was sad and all, but her mother and grandma moved on eventually and now only remember fond memories. Of course, there are a couple of times growing up that Lucy walked in on Grandma crying, but those were usually when she was drunk.

Lucy was born in Busan, South Korea a minute after her brother, Levi. There’s not much to say about her early childhood, Lucy spent it studying and reading. Though around the age of seven, Lucy gained a fascination for watching Grandma cook dinner and took it upon herself to start studying cook books (she still almost burned down the kitchen, but there was progress). When she was ten, the family relocated to Seoul, South Korea so Grandma could open a restaurant. Lucy didn’t particularly like it in Seoul – because she had a thick Satoori accent, she was often the butt of the joke of the children and so she worked really hard on adopting a Seoul accent. Lucy didn’t make many friends, except for three, because she spent most of her time alone. At the age of twelve, Lucy convinced Grandma to let her work at the restaurant and worked there most days and nights.

During her childhood, Lucy was very insecure about herself in Seoul and felt like she didn’t belong. However, whenever she became a teenager, she grew into herself and became a lot more confident in herself. Perhaps it was her newfound confidence, or maybe her newfound boobs, but Lucy was often bothered by a boy, named Duri, in her class who had a crush on her. She didn’t particularly like him like that and often was rather annoyed with him. Then, one day, she was trying to study in the park when he brought her milk and Lucy got annoyed at the distraction so she decked him in the face. They’ve been best friends ever since – and his crush on her eventually faded. Afterwards, if any other boys bothered her, Duri beat them up for her.

A little bit after Lucy’s sixteenth birthday, her brother (then identifying as her sister) spontaneously cut off all his hair during the night and told their mother that he no longer wanted to be known as Sang-sook. Their mother reacted badly at first, grounding Levi and not letting him leave the house except for school. Lucy didn’t really understand Levi’s new transgendered identity, but accepted it either way, and it was only with her help that their mother finally allowed Levi to dress as a boy (though she still holds that it’s only a phase). Shortly afterwards, their mother met a tourist named Richard while getting drunk off of wine at a hotel. After a week of knowing each other, they legally got married.

The Kim family didn’t leave Korea right away. They waited until August before they moved to America to live with Richard. Lucy and Levi at first did not like Richard, but they have since learned to reluctantly accept him – Lucy gets along with him better than Levi does.

The Kim family has just recently moved to Verona following Lucy and Levi's mother's marriage to a tourist. The family is rather private and so not much is known about them. However, their new step-father is known throughout the town as a lawyer and a native as his family has lived there forever. They live in a relatively nice suburban house with plenty of room for them.

Possession

The ability to transfer mind and spirit to the body of another being.

With possession, Lucy has the ability to control the body of those she possesses and therefore is able to sleuth.

Lucy does not have access to previous memories or thoughts and cannot mimic their personality unless she has known them prior. When possessing someone, her body falls into a comatose state and is left vulnerable.

Sang-sook Kim (birth name)
Byung-woo Kim (preferred name)

Levi is his American name

14 February 1999

Sixteen

Transgendered Male

Pansexual

Levi is identical to Lucy – he possesses the same cheekbones and soft, pink lips. His eyes are wider than his sister and he wears glasses because of reading too much in the dark. His hair is thick and naturally curly, though he straightens it sometimes. He has the same red tint in his hair that his sister does, but denies dying it at all. Before he identified as a boy, Levi had short hair that curled around his chin and framed his face. However, after spontaneously cutting it himself, Levi had to get his hair fixed by a hair dresser to frame his face with bangs and slightly curl around his neck. He hates having long hair and is very sensitive to the heat of it on his forehead – though his mother forbids him from getting rid of his bangs or cutting it shorter, so he keeps it that length. Often, to let his forehead cool, he’ll pull his bangs into a small ponytail. Though he is the same height of his sister, being 5’6”, Levi is skinnier than her and weaker. However, he goes to the gym more now to prove a point to Lucy. Levi takes very good care of his skin and washes it before bed and after waking up; he also sleeps in a mask sometimes. He doesn’t wear makeup, except for a little bit of eyeliner in order to make his eyelashes look shorter and his eyes seem deeper. While his sister prefers comfortable clothing, Levi likes to wear edgy clothing. As such, skinny jeans, leather jackets, and t-shirts are the norm. Because he has to appease his mother every once and a while, Levi dresses as a girl for her, but it’s obvious how uncomfortable he feels when dressed as such versus the confidence he exudes when dressed in his normal clothing. Levi smells like coffee, leather, and bananas sometimes (depending if Lucy made him soap or not).

Levi has 0-sized gauges in his ears, much to the ire of his mother. Unbeknownst to his mother, Levi has two tattoos: a tattoo on the side of his middle finger of his right hand that says "Speak Up." and a larger tattoo over his heart that looks like a heart monitor reading before curving to say the words "Just Live."

✔Coffee
✔Fast Food
✔Staying out at night
✔Hooter's burgers
✔Basketball
✔The smell of Coffee
✔Hip Hop

✘Tea
✘Steak
✘Reading
✘Reality TV shows
✘American Football
✘Strong Perfume
✘Trot or Country music

☠Snakes
☠Needles
☠Never being accepted

Despite having a rebellious image and having no qualms against doing illegal things, Levi is, in all actuality, a cinnamon bun. Growing up, he was known by his sister as being a crybaby and got hurt rather easily by other people’s words. He always had to rely on Lucy to take care of him when he was sad or hurt. But because of his fragile ego, Levi found it really easy to empathize with others and, as such, always made it his personal responsibility to cheer up everyone around him.

However, even though he’s really in tune with other people’s sadness and happiness, Levi is horrible at knowing other emotions and cannot read between the lines often. In this retrospect, Levi is clueless when it comes to relationships beyond friendship. Sarcasm goes over his head sometimes and he hates satire, completely opposite of his sister. Instead, he enjoys simple gag humor and loves watching Korean variety shows because of it. Furthermore, like every Anime protagonist ever, Levi is extremely clumsy. He’s the little fuck that breaks the expensive vase and has to become a male courtesan at a high school in order to pay it off. Because of his clumsiness, Levi is known as a bad luck charm amongst his friends since he breaks everything he touches.

The best part of Levi’s personality is his cheerfulness and, conversely, the most annoying part of his personality is his childishness. Levi is the type of person who could brighten up your entire day, but piss you off at the same time because he’s making some face or another. He hates responsibility and would rather push it off onto someone else – usually Lucy – and is an extreme procrastinator. If he’s annoyed or being mocked, Levi is not above making a face behind someone’s back or to stick a tongue out. And, to add to that, he’s the type of person who will continue to do something simply because he knows it annoys them. But, it’s not all bad: Levi loves to joke around and makes it his priority to make everyone laugh with his horrible jokes and spot-on improv acting.

Because of his experiences with Beom-soo, Levi is not afraid of doing bad things and staying out late. He finds a guilty pleasure in spray painting buildings and stealing candy bars and underwear from stores. In Korea, he lived at parties, and was the “fun drunk” of the group. When it comes to morals, Levi is fine with lying and stealing, but draws a line when it gets too American Horror Story.

There are two stories of how Levi’s father died: a bungee jumping incident (mother’s story) and a robbery (Grandma’s story). Levi never really cared to know the truth, and told both his mother and Grandma that he believed their stories – in truth, he thinks it was something completely different, like a car crash or something.

Levi’s childhood was spent as a girl. When he moved to Seoul with his family, unlike his sister, he kept his Satoori accent which, paired with his short hair and more masculine clothes, he received a reputation for being a badass on the playground. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. He was far from a badass and, once the kids figured that out, bullied him relentlessly. Lucy tried to protect him every now and then, but she wasn’t around most of the time when it happened. When he was ten is when he met Beom-soo; he had gotten a particularly nasty push when Beom-soo came barreling forward, knocking the kids off their feet. And, before Levi could show his thanks, Beom-soo declared loudly that Levi owed him a kiss for defending “her” honor. Levi didn’t react fast enough and Beom-soo planted a peck on his cheek. Of course, that was the moment that Lucy arrived and Beom-soo suffered a swift kick to the balls and the twins left. Levi did not expect Beom-soo to talk to him the next day though, either. And a friendship bloomed.

Eventually, the Kim family saw Beom-soo as another member. He was always around and sometimes would inexplicably stay at their house for a week before going home (he didn’t have the best family life). Usually the twins’ mother wouldn’t like such a rebellious man hanging around her “daughters,” but Beom-soo usually was able to beat the boys away from Levi since he became increasingly popular amongst them (something about him being like “one of the guys” and being pretty? Levi never really understood it, but he was popular amongst them). However, that also meant that Levi got caught up with Beom-soo’s crowd and often spent his nights out late and getting into trouble.

Growing up, Levi never felt comfortable in his skin and always felt…wrong somehow. He could never pinpoint why and often talked to Beom-soo about it. Beom-soo never really understood, but he supported him in everything he did. Eventually, Levi felt himself liking Beom-soo more and more and only after an intense interrogation from Lucy did Levi admit that he had a crush on Beom-soo. However, Levi felt he would never be good for Beom-soo because Beom-soo liked feminine girls.

There came a night, a little bit after Levi’s sixteenth birthday, when he was hanging out with Beom-soo and his friends when Beom-soo’s then-girlfriend made a flippant comment about Levi’s femininity. Something snapped in Levi, not exactly an enraged snap, but a revelation almost and Levi rushed home and chopped off all his hair while everyone was sleeping. He stayed up all night researching names and, when morning came, he stumbled down the stairs and declared himself Byung-woo Kim. His mother didn’t react well and grounded him, but his sister came to the rescue and eventually convinced his mother to let him back out. Unfortunately, his mother shrugged it off as a phase and tries to push skirts and dresses on him sometimes. When Levi told Beom-soo, he didn’t seem to react to the news, but instead shrugged and asked Levi if he wanted something to eat.

Shortly afterwards, their mother met a tourist named Richard while getting drunk off of wine at a hotel. After a week of knowing each other, they legally got married.The Kim family didn’t leave Korea right away. They waited until August before they moved to America to live with Richard. Lucy and Levi at first did not like Richard, but they have since learned to reluctantly accept him – Lucy gets along with him better than Levi does.

The Kim family has just recently moved to Verona following Lucy and Levi's mother's marriage to a tourist. The family is rather private and so not much is known about them. However, their new step-father is known throughout the town as a lawyer and a native as his family has lived there forever. They live in a relatively nice suburban house with plenty of room for them.

Hypnokinesis

The ability to control and manipulate the sleep functions of oneself and in others.

Levi has the ability to force someone, or himself, to fall asleep with a touch and, at worst, induce a coma.

Levi is only able to induce sleep when he touches skin - touching clothes or hair will not work. Every time he uses his power, Levi gets extremely sleepy and has to sleep after extensive - meaning three or four times - use. If he exhausts himself, he could possibly fall into a coma.

Mickey Keahi

I mean most people just call him Mickey Mouse. Pretty obvious.

03/19/1997

18

Gender-fluid. Literally.

Whatever you want me to be, baby.

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 that is basically right in line with jeans, some nerd t-shirt, and a hoodie. During the summer he wears exactly what you'd expect of a Hawaiian man. 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.

Wherever he wants them, if he wants them. It's a pretty optional thing for him.

✔Flowers
✔Surfing
✔Parties
✔Experimenting
✔Video Games
✔Social Situation
✔Being a Dork
✔Drama Class
✘Befouling public property (specifically when he's pretending to be the property)
✘The cold
✘Drugs
✘Bigots of any kind (Because lets face it he's every sexuality)
✘EA and it's business model
✘Anyone who thinks lord Gaben wont deliver Half Life 3.
✘OP, because OP is a you know what.

Mickey's big into playing guitar, crying over bad sitcoms, acting in his drama extracurriculars. He doesn't do a whole lot else that's not being with people. He doesn't have much time to himself, and he likes it that way.

He goes home, takes care of his hedgehog, and then watches sitcoms for three hours. He eats the same cereal every day.

Mickey is a wimp. You can scare him by doing just about everything. But if I really have to name a few it's losing his mom and thinking of the future. He's already lost one parent, which sucks. And his future is kinda blurred now. School wise he's not exactly an A student, and with his ability the military might want to get him involved with some... Covert missions. Dangerous stuff for someone as immature as him.

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 not scared of people, and he's definitely not afraid of making a fool out of himself. He's a genuinely good guy to everyone he meets and will often act as the good-guy-Greg in any social interaction. So much so that he refuses to even cuss- instead saying things like "Barnacles!" and "Tartar sauce!". His natural charisma and people skills have earned him the ability to make fast friends with nearly everyone, even if they need some... Convincing first.

He is the peacekeeper among groups, and the person most likely to break everyone up. Due to generally being the kind of guy who does not function well under high stress, he can be pretty passive in most social situations. If he thinks something is a bad idea he'll try to say something about it- but he isn't loud enough about for it to really be noticed most of the time. Sure he wont really want to go along with the idea and will probably heely away into the night- but he'll be up all night worrying about those he knows (and doesn't). He also tends to eat away his problems, and while it isn't part of his weight problem anymore a lot of people sure think it is. In general he fits the phrase "tons of fun".

One of the reason's Mickey is so good at making friends is because he has a photographic memory. He remembers everything. Parties, dates, birthdays on the calendar, hell he's looked at a page in a book and sat in bed and read the pages from memory. It's very useful for being social.

Mickey was always a summer child.

Mickey has spent most of his life in Hawaii, and credits it as being where he grew up. Reared on the beaches and the salt of the sea. Life was good, and it remained that way for a long time. Mickey's father passed away about a year before he moved to Verona and his mother, seeing her husband in everything around her, needed a change of scenery. Mickey understood.

And so they picked up their life and moved thousands of miles away to a strange new town in what was going to be his junior year of high school. Not an easy transition. People were hard on him. But he had to earn his stripes. Mickey understood.

Then Mickey got his power, and he didn't understand.

And that's... About it. Mickey doesn't have a super colorful background. No abuse or incredible hardships. He has had a good life. Now it's just getting a little different.

Mickey lives with his mom in a nice enough apartment.

Being an amorphous blob that can be bent and manipulated by the person who is said blob at will.

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 doesn't actually NEED to wear clothes and he doesn't because of this ability to change shape and form on a pretty damn complex scale (So you can imagine, if this guy says his wang's bigger than yours, he means business.). When this liquid solution is separated 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 synchronism 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 (Or becoming a floppy-floppy wang in your hand). Mickey can also stretch himself, and his limbs, to an absurd degree ("Damn man, you can snipe someone with that thing."). 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 by vibrating the echo chambers in his body at different vibrations. He can, has, and will become the opposite gender if he wants to (or he could be both at the same time, or your worst nightmare). 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. playing hide and seek with this guy is a nightmare. Mickey's body is hard on everything that is inside it. Like a giant cell, it has a bilayer around it that functions as his 'skin', where the cells aren't in a digestive function- making that area safe to the touch. However, if your fist somehow ends up inside of him (and not in the fun way) your hand will immediately be attacked and digestion will begin occurring. Pull it out fast enough and you'll be fine, just kinda raw. But Mickey's body is very... volatile. He can, has, and will walk straight through a chain link fence and burn a damn hole through it in the time it takes him to move all the way through it. His body works that fast.

I want to make it clear that not everything here is what Mickey is currently capable of doing. Some of it is stuff he just knows how to do, like holding a human form, but as far as deception, MAXIMUM MICKEY, and whatnot are concerned, he has not learned how to do that just yet. The first two paragraphs are about all he inherently knows how to do. List may be expanded upon depending on how many ideas I have.

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 frozen solid and thawed out and be perfectly fine, but 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 body still feels pain even if he doesn't get hurt. It's not a fun feeling for your body, on a cellular level, to be telling you "Hey, this is not normal. Move."

Unlike everyone else with a power so far, Mickey doesn't have a brain, nor does he have blood. So one would think 'obviously this fat ass doesn't get headaches, and cant bleed to death' right? WRONG. Mickey's body is a super-organism composed of cells that can function on their own and therefor have a mind of their own. Because Mickey has only recently made the transition if he stretches himself too far, or eats too much or whatever his whole body be screaming at him to stop being an idiot, which manifests itself in a full body headache. Like, imagine if you had trillions of tiny headaches. Mickey also gets nosebleeds, even though he has no blood. Now, you might be thinking 'Urb, wtf u doin dawg', well, DAWG, lemme explain. Mickey's body inherently wants to fit in. Kinda like a transformer (~Robots in disguise!~) In a way that's not just his body trying to fit in with the others- and because I'm taking a lot of inspiration from Freudian theory in terms of unconscious it will seem like Mickey has two personalities that are merged into one. The things that he wants to do, and the things he doesn't know he wants to do (such as fit in with the others, in this case having pseudo-nose bleeds and thinking they're real). These nosebleeds, why not actually painful or even limiting, ARE a warning sign to Mickey that the aches are coming. And let me tell you, he ain't 'bout dat.