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[b]Name:[/b] Sofia Stein
[b]Alias:[/b] N/A
[b]Age:[/b] 15
[b]Alignment:[/b] Villain
[b]Loyalty:[/b] Local Villain
[b]Appearance:[/b] Sofia is about 5 foot 3 inches, or around 160 cm tall. She has dark brown hair that usually falls loosely around her shoulders. Vivid blue eyes stand out amongst her otherwise plain face, marred by the blotched line of skin across her right cheekbone and a short, jagged line of scar tissue on the other. Similar scars evident of a rough childhood are displayed over her torso, with a few stray marks on her arms. They stand out against her somewhat pale white skin, as a result of little sunlight, either from being inside or wearing clothing with little exposure. Sofia appears thin and most would use the word small to describe her, partially attributed to a frequency for slouching. She has a very small 'presence' and is easy to overlook. Her typical clothing is comfortable, baggy, and in dull colors like gray, brown, or faded green. Sofia has no alternate appearance when committing crimes, as she has no normal life that would be jeopardized. 

[b]History:[/b] Sofia was born one of many in her household, if you could call it that, being left to fend for yourself was the best result for the most part. Sofia knew her mother, though the word 'knew' might be a bit generous, as Sofia only knew her as the person that occasionally brought home food, but mostly the person to be avoided most of all. Sofia's mother was fond of whatever would take her mind from the present, which offered itself in the form of drugs and alcohol. Unfortunately her children were not so removed from the present and were often the subject of their mother's anger in her unstable mental state. This gave Sofia several scars before she had learned the cues and actions needed to avoid these incidents. They lived in some sort of cheap house in a seedy part of town, the part that you drove around in your car to avoid it.

 Sofia never had any sort of formal schooling for this part of her life, though she manged to pick up enough information from life and an older sibling that did his best to take care of the family, one of the few members of it that worked, legally no less, to gain a crude education. A junky and forgotten ipod found in some forgotten alleyway introduced to her to music which she found a pleasant escape from the constant hunger and other myriad sufferings. She lived life this way for a number of years, until she was around 10, when her older brother managed to get her taken in by social security. A foster home was found for her relatively quickly, surprisingly enough. Though initially Sofia was rather wary of her new parents she slowly adjusted to the fact that they weren't out to hurt her, quite the opposite in fact. Sofia was home-schooled by her new parents once they overcome the trust barrier and she also acquired glasses, for she was rather nearsighted. Around four years were spent this way, with occasional visits from her older brother.

Sofia had began to become accustomed to her new life style and was just beginning to feel normal. Her foster parents were driving home from a party gone late with perhaps a bit too much to drink. Just enough to convince themselves they should be able to get home alright. Her older brother had worked late that same night and wanted to stop by the house to drop of a present he'd gotten for her. He'd just pulled into the driveway in his beat-up junkyard car that barely ran and turned off the engine. Sofia foster parents blindly smashed into the rear of it. The collision killed all three of them, despite its relatively low speed nature. Sofia, sound asleep to the sound of music still playing through her earbuds, found out in the morning. It was a mind numbing experience and the final thing that triggered Sofia.
 
Her entire life had been a mess from the start and just when she thought it was getting better, it had all collapsed. In one night the only people who'd ever been kind to her, the only people she'd ever cared about were gone. The built up stress of her entire life to this point seemed to crash down upon her. Sofia closed her eyes and curled up in a ball. One of the police officers there tapped her shoulder gently, or rather tried to, finding that his hand passed through. Sofia felt nothing, merely heard a cry of alarm. Dully, she registered more voices, getting near and crowding all about her. With mechanical movements she plugged in her earbuds to a song she barely heard and the voices faded away. Sofia was that way for a while. Those there naturally called in the incident as it was and kept an eye on her un-moving body. Sofia opened her eyes after a few hours and looked around to find it hadn't been some sort of horrible dream. So she stood up and walked away. A couple of people nearby tried to stop her but she closed her eyes and kept walking. Some time later she opened them to find herself near her old home. Shrugging to herself Sofia sat down somewhere. Then she got hungry. So she walked into the closest store she could find, grabbed some snacks, entered the bathroom, and used her power to waltz out. Life for her continued this was, mindlessly living by taking what she needed and spent doing nothing. At some point or another she was followed, which must've been rather difficult for her purser since it would've involved chasing her through several buildings, though she did have a tendency to travel in a straight line. When Sofia sat down to eat her snack she was greeted by someone with an offer. She shrugged. She had nothing better to do after all.

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[b]Motivations:[/b] Sofia has a distinct lack of motivation at the moment. However mixed into that is the faint desire to have something to care about and someone to care about her. Sofia would like to be happy again, but doesn't have the will to try for herself. She is with her current group because she figured it had to be better than what she was doing and villains reportedly have the most fun. Right now it probably wouldn't take very much to convince her loyalties to change, though that may not be very clear. However if she manages to get attached despite her derangement it might become very difficult for her to let go.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Undecided
[b]Likes:[/b] [list]
[*]Music
[*]Food
[*]Cleaning
[*]Dancing
[*]Sweets
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[b]Dislikes:[/b] [list]
[*]Reading
[*]Those better off than her
[*]Whining
[*]Cars
[*]Drugs/Alcohol
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[b]Derangement:[/b] Sofia's shard is very active and comes into effect whenever she blinks, as her eyes close briefly. Because it automatically filters things it has a tendency to over-filter. This causes her to forget things, feels emotions oddly, and overall seem rather disconnected with what's going on around her.

[center][h3][b]Parahumanism[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Skills:[/b] Sofia has an excellent physical memory and spatial awareness, which leads to a better ability to move around with her eyes closed then one might think: the latter of which seems to have been enhanced by her power somewhat. However this is by no means perfect. She doesn't have any sort of photographic memory and can not memorize an unfamiliar scene at a glance. However, once she has spent several minutes analyzing she will be able to maneuver in fairly confidently. Other than this she has very little in terms of applicable skills.

[b]Classification:[/b] Stranger/Breaker

[b]Details:[/b] Sofia has the ability to choose ignore things when her eyes are closed. This applies to just about everything she can imagine. When things are 'ignored' they have no affect on her, that is to say if she ignored a bullet, it would simply pass through her. If she ignored cold it wouldn't make her cold. If she ignored gravity, well you get the gist.

[b]Limitations:[/b] Sofia can not revert while in an object she is ignoring. This of course translates to being unable to open her eyes. She also can not tell when she is unable to revert except by trying to do so. While she can ignore anything, there are several things that she instinctively keeps in place. Most normal things, such as air, gravity, her clothes and the like are kept in place as a matter of instinct. Much in the same way most solids except for what her feet are touching are ignored. Things that could be a danger, even without the active recognition of such are generally ignored. So even if she doesn't mentally tick off 'flame' as something that is a danger, she will ignore it anyway. Sofia's very inexperienced with this power but also has great capacity to grow with it.

[b]Equipment:[/b] 
-Headphones
-Glasses
-Pepper Spray
-Pocket Knife
-Snacks

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[center][h3][b]Bladedancer[/b][/h3]
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[b]Name:[/b] Everissa Serva
[b]Alias:[/b] Bladedancer
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Alignment:[/b] Vigilante/Anti-hero
[b]Loyalty:[/b] Independent

[b]Appearance:[/b] Everissa is a black female who stands about 5 feet 8 inches tall. From day to day she tries to have a mix of comfortable and not hobo looking. In costume she wears something that looks like something out of Assassin's Creed. Leathery clothing with lots of straps to keep things compact, made from cobbled together from either pieces of cosplays bought, her own clothing, or 'looted' materials. The mask in particular is a point of pride as it's something she made for herself in a welding class in high-school, spurred on by dreams of becoming a hero. She's a very forceful person, giving off the impression of someone who's always in motion. Whether it be a tapping foot, shifting eyes, or chewing gum, she's always doing something. Everissa tends to talk rather quickly, slipping into slang when in a hurry, which is often, as well as frequently over-riding other people's attempts to talk. A self-confident, fit girl who looks like she always knows exactly what she wants and is moving with purpose. 

[b]History:[/b](Trigger warning, violence) Everissa was a pretty normal kid, just like everyone once was. A sister, a mom, a dad. They all worked hard, they all loved each other despite the quarrels every family got into. A middle-lower class family who had enough money to live and buy a nice thing every once in a while. Education was something that was always stressed as being important and Everissa did her best to make sure it was. In school she made friends, enemies, and everything in between. Nothing special, she played sports, participated in a club or two and pulled in A's and B's. Of course her family didn't live in the best part of town. She always made sure to come home before dark, lock the doors and windows, avoid the wrong places. So nothing bad happened. Well mostly anyways. Graduation.

The peak of any high school student's life. A whole new world was opened up at this point. Which came with pro's and con's. Party of the year, Everissa was there was there with all her friends. Some people there weren't from school. A group came over to chat with Everissa and her friends. Bad news the lot of them, most of them had tattoos, scars, and overall looked like ruffians. No surprise when they tried to get everyone there to go out with them. Leave the lame party behind and go have some real fun. It would be stupid to say yes... But saying no was a hard choice too. There were no adults here. Everissa tried to politely deflect them but they had none of it. Finally she managed to excuse herself in the bathroom and escape through a window, getting to her car and driving away. Feeling like it might not be safe to head home she drove to a motel and spent the night there.

In the morning she came back to her home or what was left of it. No one was home, broken furniture, broken windows, holes in the wall and shattered dishes. Her home hadn't been looted, it'd been broken. Her family was no where to be found. Everissa walked through the house in shock, dully pulling out a kitchen knife stuck in one of the walls and looking at it listlessly. She continued on and found one of the rough-looking group was still here, snoring loudly in a bed, a bottle of alcohol on the floor besides him. Everissa stared at him. This was his fault. Others too, but he was here now, and vulnerable. Everissa was standing over him now, kitchen knife in hand. She never really thought about it.

She plunged the blade into his throat and his eyes shot open and locked onto her, his hands lurching to grab hers. Everissa let out a scream and pulled away, in the process removing the blade and any change at his survival. She triggered. Everissa staggered backwards and collapsed against a wall in wake of the confusing images that followed, when they left she was staring at a dead man.

Feeling emotionally empty Everissa get to her feet and shook herself dully. There was still money hidden in the fireplace which she took. She got into her car and drove to nowhere in particular, stopping to think. The police. She needed to get the police involved. No. Everissa had killed someone. Not even in self-defense. She couldn't do that. She could survive on her own for now, she had money, a job at a fast food place. Most importantly. She had powers. Everissa looked at the still bloody kitchen knife in the seat next to her. She could feel it. In the glove-box was the mask she'd made in her senior year. A hero. Fat chance of that. She couldn't join the Protectorate a murderer. Still... Everissa life progressed in a haze, as she discovered what her powers were and worked on a costume.  


[center][h3][b]Personality[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Motivations:[/b] Stop bad guys.

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Heterosexual

[b]Likes:[/b] [list]
[*]Blades
[*]Helping Others
[*]Spicy food
[*]Driving 

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[b]Dislikes:[/b] [list]
[*]Bad guys
[*]People controlling others
[*]Peer Pressure
[*]Too much alone time
[/list]

[b]Derangement:[/b] Everissa always has to have a blade on her. Doesn't matter how big or where it is, has to be touching one. It's like an addiction. If she spends too long without touching one she'll start having side effects. Lack of focus. Headaches. Irritation. Violent tendencies. Nothing that'll kill her but certainly not a good time. 


[center][h3][b]Parahumanism[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Skills:[/b] Everissa has a lot of simple skills to help take care of herself. Cooking, sewing, welding, people skills to a lesser extent and is in pretty good shape from Track. 

[b]Classification:[/b] Mover, Striker

[b]Details:[/b] Everissa's power are all focused around blades. Doesn't matter what kind, as long as it's got an edge it's susceptible to her powers. Axes, arrows, chainsaws, even shards of glass. Everissa attunes herself to any blades within about 15 feet of herself slowly, allowing her to sense their location and interact with them via her powers. Primarily she can teleport to within a few feet of any blade that's been within her range for at least a minute. Everissa can also change the sharpness of blades that she touches dulling them to the point of useless even to her own power.

In addition she can make them hyper sharp, as well not breaking and dulling like a normal blade upon being used. If she herself holds a blade and concentrates on it for around an hour she can become 'attuned' with it unlocking further use of powers. This increases her ability to teleport to 45 feet with that blade and it allows it to cut through virtually anything while she's holding it. Only one blade can be attuned in this way. In addition she gains a crude sort of telekinesis with it, allowing her to forcefully pull the blade back to herself. As a more minor effect of her power Everissa has an inhuman amount of expertise when handling blades, whether it comes to throwing, cutting, or any other convincible use. 

[b]Limitations:[/b] Her teleporting is situational, requiring circumstances to be in her favor. In addition teleporting disorienting, especially if she can't see where she's teleporting to. She can't teleport inside of things, living or otherwise. Her power's offensive properties are limited to melee or throwing weapons.

[b]Equipment:[/b] Everissa carries a variety of blades on her person when in costume, mostly a few small knives, a few shuriken she got from a novelty shop and a [url=http://bestchefkitchenknives.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/40520.jpg]kitchen knife[/url] that she is 'attuned to'. 

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