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B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
Colin Kitchener
● A G E ●
47
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Author, former High-School teacher
● L O O K S ●
In two words? Perpetually scruffy. Colin has the air of a man who'd rather spend extra preparation time in bed than in front of a mirror and seems to pick his clothes on a 'first to hand' basis, though he manages to make this look dishevelled rather than scatty. It's pretty much the same but the former comes with plenty of style. He shaves when he remembers to and therefore sometimes sports roguish stubble for several days before remembering to restore his boyish good looks. For some people, you might assume they were lazy or not in control of their life and while both of those are true, Colin always leave people with the impression he's far too focused on important things to mess around.
His voice has a trace of accent, especially on Rs and CHs, but years of living the American life and the past year's media exposure have repressed his Scottish brogue to a definite background. It's easier to get along if you sound more like the locals and his voice has shifted towards inoffensively neutral overtime. He slips back hard when frustrated or excited, however, and reveals his true nature.
His voice has a trace of accent, especially on Rs and CHs, but years of living the American life and the past year's media exposure have repressed his Scottish brogue to a definite background. It's easier to get along if you sound more like the locals and his voice has shifted towards inoffensively neutral overtime. He slips back hard when frustrated or excited, however, and reveals his true nature.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
For a long time, Colin had a purpose that defined him, filled him up and gave him strength when he felt he might fall. It was reassuring and supportive but often allowed him to push away other, lesser responsibilities until later. For example, he'd always meant to write a book but looking after his sick partner and bringing up Astrid took precedence by a mile. He was and still is, a very selfless man who put the well being of those he cared about before anything about himself.
But in recent years, circumstances have changed and he is suddenly without an anchor. No partner to watch over, no little girl who needs her hand held, just a memory and a nearly adult daughter. Now Colin is reeling a little as he looks around at his life and tries to find something new to put at its centre. His job, his book, his pets, none of them seem important enough to hold him in the here and the now. To couch it in a metaphor, Colin is a ship that needs a firm anchor, otherwise he just drifts through the days.
But in recent years, circumstances have changed and he is suddenly without an anchor. No partner to watch over, no little girl who needs her hand held, just a memory and a nearly adult daughter. Now Colin is reeling a little as he looks around at his life and tries to find something new to put at its centre. His job, his book, his pets, none of them seem important enough to hold him in the here and the now. To couch it in a metaphor, Colin is a ship that needs a firm anchor, otherwise he just drifts through the days.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Last time Colin was in a relationship, it consumed pretty much his entire life and ended with his significant other dying. Since then, he's sought out nothing new and doesn't really intend to. But if there's anything to be learned from RomComs, it's that not looking for love is the surest way to get blindsided by it.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
When he was a young man, Colin was concerned with being a good friend and then, when he was lucky enough to find someone who'd put up with him, a good husband. He remembered birthdays better than exam dates, favourite foods better than literary dates and put more effort into planning parties than studying. It made him well liked and won him many friends but teachers tended to label him as lazy or, if they were feeling generous, underachiever. Somewhere along the way, those labels stuck and went on to define how he saw himself, rather than how others saw him.
When he was a husband and a father, Colin thought of his ailing partner and young daughter before he put any thought into his work. Predictably, his professional life went nowhere and his promise took him nowhere other than the literature department at a second rate High-School. Unfortunately, despite all his attention and devotion, his wife (Cecilia) died and he was left to care for their daughter alone. And through her childhood and early teens he did a good job and by the time she was relatively independent, he looked up and realised that life had passed him by.
Simply put, existence was full of meaning for Colin until suddenly it wasn't. Without direction, he went in search of something to do and after moving through a number of hobbies and buying several pets, he found something; writing the novel he'd always meant to get around to. And, to his delight, it was enjoyable enough to stick with for just long enough to finish it. He didn't think it was anything special but decided "Why not?" and sent it to a publisher. Its subsequent publication was a pleasant surprise, while its massive and (in his opinion) undeserved popularity was baffling.
Out of nowhere, the Kitcheners went from living off of Colin's teaching pay to having a tidy and comfortable income from the sale of When Josie Barked and Colin was talked into quitting his job (he offered up little resistance) and working on a sequel. The only change he's sure he meant was the move to Verona, an altogether nicer town and into a much nicer house. He maintains it was for Astrid's good and so he could focus but he mostly wanted away from old friends and new agents.
Since then, his days have been long hours of sitting and staring at the intimidating blankness of the pages in front of him, interspersed with other activities to 'clear his head'. The dogs have never had so many walks and the cat is feeling positively over-played with. Some days Colin volunteers his 'expertise' and pitches in at the local High-School, where his neighbour teachers. Colin never thought he'd miss teaching but somehow anything is better than getting down to business with the novel.
When he was a husband and a father, Colin thought of his ailing partner and young daughter before he put any thought into his work. Predictably, his professional life went nowhere and his promise took him nowhere other than the literature department at a second rate High-School. Unfortunately, despite all his attention and devotion, his wife (Cecilia) died and he was left to care for their daughter alone. And through her childhood and early teens he did a good job and by the time she was relatively independent, he looked up and realised that life had passed him by.
Simply put, existence was full of meaning for Colin until suddenly it wasn't. Without direction, he went in search of something to do and after moving through a number of hobbies and buying several pets, he found something; writing the novel he'd always meant to get around to. And, to his delight, it was enjoyable enough to stick with for just long enough to finish it. He didn't think it was anything special but decided "Why not?" and sent it to a publisher. Its subsequent publication was a pleasant surprise, while its massive and (in his opinion) undeserved popularity was baffling.
Out of nowhere, the Kitcheners went from living off of Colin's teaching pay to having a tidy and comfortable income from the sale of When Josie Barked and Colin was talked into quitting his job (he offered up little resistance) and working on a sequel. The only change he's sure he meant was the move to Verona, an altogether nicer town and into a much nicer house. He maintains it was for Astrid's good and so he could focus but he mostly wanted away from old friends and new agents.
Since then, his days have been long hours of sitting and staring at the intimidating blankness of the pages in front of him, interspersed with other activities to 'clear his head'. The dogs have never had so many walks and the cat is feeling positively over-played with. Some days Colin volunteers his 'expertise' and pitches in at the local High-School, where his neighbour teachers. Colin never thought he'd miss teaching but somehow anything is better than getting down to business with the novel.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Beast Whispering. That is to say, whatever Colin said is perfectly understood by animals and vice versa.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mystic
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Communicate perfectly with animals - Where most people can train a dog to respond to commands by associating sounds with actions and rewards, Colin can tell a dog to jump and here the dog respond "how high?".
Understand animals - Anything animals say comes through to Colin as entirely understandable words, though whether the animals have anything interesting to say is another matter. "Feed me." "Play with me." "Fight me!"
Understand animals - Anything animals say comes through to Colin as entirely understandable words, though whether the animals have anything interesting to say is another matter. "Feed me." "Play with me." "Fight me!"
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Communicate, not command - While subservient animals like dogs and most domestic pets need little convincing to obey commands, more wild ones tend to have their own agendas as well and see no reason to obey a human just because they've learned to speak properly. Most can be bargained with or tricked but not outright controlled.
They're just animals - Some Mundanes throw fire or trucks. Colin talks to dogs.
They're just animals - Some Mundanes throw fire or trucks. Colin talks to dogs.
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HalfOfLancelot What's worse: being heartbroke or roachbit?
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● N A M E ●
Asa Benjamin Harlow
☇ Around Verona, it's easy to spot the Deputy's car and usually, even if small-town ettiquette requires everyone to know everyone, most people refer to Asa as simply Deputy. Even out of uniform, it's not a rare occurrence for individuals to greet or beckon Asa with a loud, "Deputy!" or, "D'puty!". As well, those close to him usually either refer to him as Benji or Harley.
However, Ace is a great way to earn his staunch glare and disapproval. His step-father called him Ace. That's all anyone needs to know.
However, Ace is a great way to earn his staunch glare and disapproval. His step-father called him Ace. That's all anyone needs to know.
● A G E ●
Twenty-Eight
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Deputy Sheriff
☇ Appointed by the county Sheriff, Asa's jurisdiction technically lies within the entire county. However, most of the work given tends to center in Verona, both the town he lives in and the town the appointed sheriff resides. Verona itself doesn't often ground out a quota of crime to be alarmed about - it's a small town, after all. Most of the issues Asa faces come in the form of civil disputes and the odd drug habit that surrounds a small area of the town. The worst he's had to deal with was a robbery that, unsurprisingly, ended up simply being the homeowner's toddler finding a way into a jewelry box. No charges were made, heh.
● L O O K S ●
Asa merely looks like he could break in half - he's not a literal twig, nor is he really a beanpole. Years of swimming in high school has allowed his body to form sleek muscles built more so for speed than sheer strength. It's obvious there's still that same musculature beneath the baggy clothes he tends to wear - sweaters, sweatshirts, things that keep him cozy - even if it's waned a tad, in the years. The one thing that often fits, like was truly tailored to fit him, is his Deputy uniform. Everything else, the jeans, the shorts, even the shoes tend to either vary on a size or two too big. There's something about having room to breathe that appeals to Asa.
Everything down to the way Asa talks seems concerned with what to do next. Nothing goes without a plan and it's seen in the pace Asa walks, the goals he sets for himself, and the way he speaks - with a purpose, brief, and to the point. He'll talk in a rumbling baritone, but it's never without a crisp diction even if it tends to riddle itself with vocal pauses - he, at least, sounds like he knows whatever he's talking about. Asa's formal, professional, and anything but casual... or, well, he likes to think. Showing weakness is a thing Asa's rather adamant against, but there are plenty of moments where the rigid spine that holds Asa in place relaxes. He finds moments of peace, mostly outside of work, though there's always a spot on edge. Both ears and eyes tune in on more than just one piece of conversation; he's a fox, alert and ready to jolt into a position easiest to defend himself whether physically or emotionally.
Everything down to the way Asa talks seems concerned with what to do next. Nothing goes without a plan and it's seen in the pace Asa walks, the goals he sets for himself, and the way he speaks - with a purpose, brief, and to the point. He'll talk in a rumbling baritone, but it's never without a crisp diction even if it tends to riddle itself with vocal pauses - he, at least, sounds like he knows whatever he's talking about. Asa's formal, professional, and anything but casual... or, well, he likes to think. Showing weakness is a thing Asa's rather adamant against, but there are plenty of moments where the rigid spine that holds Asa in place relaxes. He finds moments of peace, mostly outside of work, though there's always a spot on edge. Both ears and eyes tune in on more than just one piece of conversation; he's a fox, alert and ready to jolt into a position easiest to defend himself whether physically or emotionally.
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Everyone sees Asa in his calmest, a state he doesn't often waver from. Verona finds itself in the smack dab middle-of-nowhere, Washington with absolute shit-all to worry about. Therefore, Asa's disposition keeps steady. No room for an 'action-reaction' type of scenario when the only things to react to fall into a not so subtle rumor mill that churns its way through town. Thus, Asa comes off friendly, albeit aloof; kind, albeit isolated. To most around town, he's simply Deputy.
A brutal cynic, wary of trust in even those he calls close. People only catch a glimpse of Asa, as he tends to stray from catching himself in a vulnerable moment. If anything, Asa's smart enough to know that people see him in a certain light, so regardless of whether they trust him or not, he requires their trust to operate. It's a funny one-way street: he keeps people at a distance, purely to keep from getting burned, yet he expects them to give him their unwavering confidence. He never denied being a hypocrite, that's for certain. His personal barriers aren't infallible, however, and many people often pick up on his own morals if they tend to hang around him quite often. Thus, many of his coworkers, while still having only a surface reading of Asa, tend to realize he's kind of a dick.
Everything, to Asa, comes down to self-reliance. It leaves a man capable of learning various things efficiently, with much room for adaptability. Asa finds he often reaches various methods in which he can do one thing, though goes with the simplest out of necessity - switching to other methods in just a turn of the clock. It's a natural inclination for self-preservation that's made its way into his everyday life. Something dumb like 'Survival of the Fittest.' It almost simply means he's undoubtedly reliable. Responsibilities, to him, are menial tasks.
For a man who boasts being purely self-sufficient, once he's stuck in a rut he's stuck for a long time. Having a philosophy boil down to only relying on the self tends to leave most people in a bind once they hit an obstacle they can't traverse alone. Asa is nothing if not tenacious, however, and will quite literally drag himself the entire distance he needs. Unfortunately, tenacious also means stubborn and refusing help nearly 100% of the time is one of his specialties. Bottling emotions never helps. Never asking for help never helps. Asa does both things, which almost always ends up with a rock bottom, explosive self-destruction.
A brutal cynic, wary of trust in even those he calls close. People only catch a glimpse of Asa, as he tends to stray from catching himself in a vulnerable moment. If anything, Asa's smart enough to know that people see him in a certain light, so regardless of whether they trust him or not, he requires their trust to operate. It's a funny one-way street: he keeps people at a distance, purely to keep from getting burned, yet he expects them to give him their unwavering confidence. He never denied being a hypocrite, that's for certain. His personal barriers aren't infallible, however, and many people often pick up on his own morals if they tend to hang around him quite often. Thus, many of his coworkers, while still having only a surface reading of Asa, tend to realize he's kind of a dick.
Everything, to Asa, comes down to self-reliance. It leaves a man capable of learning various things efficiently, with much room for adaptability. Asa finds he often reaches various methods in which he can do one thing, though goes with the simplest out of necessity - switching to other methods in just a turn of the clock. It's a natural inclination for self-preservation that's made its way into his everyday life. Something dumb like 'Survival of the Fittest.' It almost simply means he's undoubtedly reliable. Responsibilities, to him, are menial tasks.
For a man who boasts being purely self-sufficient, once he's stuck in a rut he's stuck for a long time. Having a philosophy boil down to only relying on the self tends to leave most people in a bind once they hit an obstacle they can't traverse alone. Asa is nothing if not tenacious, however, and will quite literally drag himself the entire distance he needs. Unfortunately, tenacious also means stubborn and refusing help nearly 100% of the time is one of his specialties. Bottling emotions never helps. Never asking for help never helps. Asa does both things, which almost always ends up with a rock bottom, explosive self-destruction.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Ah, yes, the romance. Asa's disposition almost elevates him above petty games of love. Love is child's play; people are too selfish for love; love isn't real. But, like, who is he kidding? Asa craves love and affection, in fact he often daydreams about that perfect guy. Predictably, it's an individual he can trust without a doubt, someone who he can share his vulnerabilities with, cry in front of and rant about the dumbest shit. Share his dreams with, fruitless or not. Of course, the cynic in him has no doubts that this is an impossibility. There's no one in the world that Asa could trust implicitly and both love unconditionally and be loved unconditionally. Which is why he puts up a block for himself and doesn't delve deeper than meaningless friendships. Possibly a few one night stands here and there in a different town or city, but he's sworn off anyone in Verona; rumor mills are vicious.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Most people aren't born cynics; that, itself, is true for Asa. Of course, cynic or not, trust issues had always been one of those things that made Asa typically prickly, even in his youth. In the past, he offered a more amicable personality. People considered him rough around the edges, but, like a cactus, Asa didn't do much harm unless someone actually did want a face full of fist.
That much said, Asa loved his dad like nothing else. If any group of people boasted trustworthiness that had to be family. Unconditional love rang true for people tied by blood. That's what Asa thought. However, his father died his sophomore year of high school. Drunk driver collided headfirst, a large truck into his father's tiny little Prius - anyone could guess what happened to his father, then. Hit Verona headlines, or at least the obituaries; the actual accident happened on the interstate heading toward Seattle. People gave the family their condolences, but eventually moved on. Even if small towns had stubborn memories, most didn't dwell on these things aside from the family. People went through their stages of grief, so did Asa.
Senior year of high school brought with it his mother's boyfriend, which soon turned into his mother's fiance, and finally his mother's husband - and his asshole of a son. He came away from that wedding bitter - at his mother, at her boy toy, at the world. It didn't help that his new step-dad didn't wait until that night to reveal that Asa's bitterness was justified. His new "father" kept most of his outbursts under wraps. He didn't hit his mother and step-brother too much, and in between he made sure to dote on her. Typical of an abusive man, gaslighting his victims. The man learned early not to touch him. Asa didn't mind the pain, as long as he could get even. The only thing stopping Asa from calling the sheriff's department was the man's threats toward his mother's life.
Thus, Asa made sure that the next time he got even with the man, it would be with finality. Which drove Asa to head into the nearest city's police academy and become appointed by the then Sheriff as one of the county's Deputy Sheriffs. A long and arduous deal, he then took up all the evidence he could without his step-father catching him, and got his step-brother to file a report in order for him to turn the evidence in. Locked up his father for a good 10 years after the arrest ended with Asa sporting a bloody nose and the man's own criminal record acting against him.
It should have ended with that. His mother should have been happy to have the man gone, grateful to have her life again. His step-brother should've been able to pick himself back up, afterwards. Things shouldn't have gone the way they did, but they did.
She lashed out at him after everything ended, told him he was a shitty son. Told him his father would have been ashamed of him. Didn't want to see him again. Called him an assortment of names. And his step-brother ended up stealing his mom's car and booking it to Seattle where he eventually OD'd on ecstasy at a rave. Probably even took up vaping of all things. Verona looked at him differently, for awhile, mostly confused at what had occurred. They got over it.
And now a few years later he wakes up to his apartment room covered in a thick, frozen blanket and a throbbing head ache that could have lasted days - if the fever didn't kill him, this massive migraine should have. For awhile, anything he touch froze and when he'd reach for something, a blast of ice would freeze whatever he'd reach for solid. A day or two and his blankets no longer frozen, but just a bunch of fabric on the ground and a whole helluva lot of work he's gotta do around town.
That much said, Asa loved his dad like nothing else. If any group of people boasted trustworthiness that had to be family. Unconditional love rang true for people tied by blood. That's what Asa thought. However, his father died his sophomore year of high school. Drunk driver collided headfirst, a large truck into his father's tiny little Prius - anyone could guess what happened to his father, then. Hit Verona headlines, or at least the obituaries; the actual accident happened on the interstate heading toward Seattle. People gave the family their condolences, but eventually moved on. Even if small towns had stubborn memories, most didn't dwell on these things aside from the family. People went through their stages of grief, so did Asa.
Senior year of high school brought with it his mother's boyfriend, which soon turned into his mother's fiance, and finally his mother's husband - and his asshole of a son. He came away from that wedding bitter - at his mother, at her boy toy, at the world. It didn't help that his new step-dad didn't wait until that night to reveal that Asa's bitterness was justified. His new "father" kept most of his outbursts under wraps. He didn't hit his mother and step-brother too much, and in between he made sure to dote on her. Typical of an abusive man, gaslighting his victims. The man learned early not to touch him. Asa didn't mind the pain, as long as he could get even. The only thing stopping Asa from calling the sheriff's department was the man's threats toward his mother's life.
Thus, Asa made sure that the next time he got even with the man, it would be with finality. Which drove Asa to head into the nearest city's police academy and become appointed by the then Sheriff as one of the county's Deputy Sheriffs. A long and arduous deal, he then took up all the evidence he could without his step-father catching him, and got his step-brother to file a report in order for him to turn the evidence in. Locked up his father for a good 10 years after the arrest ended with Asa sporting a bloody nose and the man's own criminal record acting against him.
It should have ended with that. His mother should have been happy to have the man gone, grateful to have her life again. His step-brother should've been able to pick himself back up, afterwards. Things shouldn't have gone the way they did, but they did.
She lashed out at him after everything ended, told him he was a shitty son. Told him his father would have been ashamed of him. Didn't want to see him again. Called him an assortment of names. And his step-brother ended up stealing his mom's car and booking it to Seattle where he eventually OD'd on ecstasy at a rave. Probably even took up vaping of all things. Verona looked at him differently, for awhile, mostly confused at what had occurred. They got over it.
And now a few years later he wakes up to his apartment room covered in a thick, frozen blanket and a throbbing head ache that could have lasted days - if the fever didn't kill him, this massive migraine should have. For awhile, anything he touch froze and when he'd reach for something, a blast of ice would freeze whatever he'd reach for solid. A day or two and his blankets no longer frozen, but just a bunch of fabric on the ground and a whole helluva lot of work he's gotta do around town.
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Ice Manipulation
☇ having the ability to control and create ice from thin air to be used in an assortment of different ways.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Ascendant
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Currently, there's only a handful of things that Asa can do in any given situation:
☁ Asa can use ice to freeze things solid, via a large build up of ice on any given thing or person. It takes awhile to form up, however, and isn't an instant 'flash-freeze'.
☁ From his hands, he can generate ice into a cold blast that harms and starts freezing anything in front of it
☁ As well, Asa can also generate ice into slightly larger forms, sending tiny ice shards to cut and pelt anything in front of his hands. They can't grow any larger than an ice cube, however.
☁ From his hands, he can generate ice into a cold blast that harms and starts freezing anything in front of it
☁ As well, Asa can also generate ice into slightly larger forms, sending tiny ice shards to cut and pelt anything in front of his hands. They can't grow any larger than an ice cube, however.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
☁ Fire, obviously, negates Asa's powers if used in a continuous manner. Asa can snuff out a fire that's stationary and isn't accumulating, but if fire is being blasted at him, the fire will more than likely overpower his own powers even if it's weaker than his own. It's like Pokemon: 2 times more effective!!
☁ Asa, having ice at his command, has a natural immunity to ice, however if he were to bring himself down to an intensely cold state, he'd have to be careful elevating himself back to normal or he'll severely injure himself.
☁ At the moment, Asa's powers are very tied to his emotional state. Should he get angry, he could potentially freeze an entire room without thinking and hurt most people inside it.
☁ Asa, having ice at his command, has a natural immunity to ice, however if he were to bring himself down to an intensely cold state, he'd have to be careful elevating himself back to normal or he'll severely injure himself.
☁ At the moment, Asa's powers are very tied to his emotional state. Should he get angry, he could potentially freeze an entire room without thinking and hurt most people inside it.
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James Yoon
His Korean name is Yoon Jaedong and it is only used by family or when he goes to Korea. Unless you happen to be a close friend, he will take it as a personal insult if you call him something like Jim, Jamie, Jimmy Boy or Jae Dongerino. In turn, he refuses to call people by their nicknames, unless they absolutely insist.
His Korean name is Yoon Jaedong and it is only used by family or when he goes to Korea. Unless you happen to be a close friend, he will take it as a personal insult if you call him something like Jim, Jamie, Jimmy Boy or Jae Dongerino. In turn, he refuses to call people by their nicknames, unless they absolutely insist.
● A G E ●
18
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
High School Student (12th year)
● L O O K S ●
James doesn't exactly look like much. His height is average (5'8") and his scrawny lean build isn't anything to write home about too. Attractiveness is subjective, but even with his ulzzang-like features, he'll swear up and down that he's average in that regard as well. He possesses sharp black eyes and lightly tanned peach skin. There's not much marring it, but if you somehow see him shirtless, you'll see a couple of burn marks on his hairless chest. Not exactly emotionally heavy scars, they're just the result of a cooking accident. The only thing he'll admit to looking good is his hair. His sole pride, James has short and straight chocolate brown hair, maintained as best he can.
A look at his day-to-day clothing habits paints James as a simple dresser preferring timeless styles. Jackets, sweaters and artsy t-shirts with muted colors are recurring items that he is fond of wearing. He also has precisely one type of dark trousers to wear on normal occasions and owns ten identical pairs of said trousers for practical reasons.
A look at his day-to-day clothing habits paints James as a simple dresser preferring timeless styles. Jackets, sweaters and artsy t-shirts with muted colors are recurring items that he is fond of wearing. He also has precisely one type of dark trousers to wear on normal occasions and owns ten identical pairs of said trousers for practical reasons.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
James rarely shows himself up as anyone noteworthy. He comes across as an amiable, polite boy and yet also mysterious and out of the way at the same time. Despite this, in his long history of living and growing up in Verona, his peers have learned to respect him in varying degrees. He has a strong sense of respect and dignity, both for himself and for others. Unless you do something to offend him, he will treat you with utmost respect and courtesy, but more importantly, refuses to let others do the opposite him. Considering his position as head of the Lincoln Memorial High School Student Body, this doesn't exactly happen unless you're one of those rebel types.
There are few among his acquaintances in Verona that James can proudly call a close friend, but those who are will be subject to his more...embarrassing habits. Let's just be affront about it, he loves that endearing sensation of physical contact. It's a thing with Koreans, apparently. He'll often affectionately hug, tickle and play with his friends when given the chance to do so without harming his image as a benevolent dictator. Keep in mind that he does this to his friends regardless of their genders and is done without any sort of romantic or sexual intent. He makes sure they know that.
James takes his responsibilities as both a leader and a person seriously. All that he does, he does it with the best interests in mind. His own or otherwise. He sees Verona as an extension of his being; its problems become his problems as well. He recalls being especially troubled when he saw people getting sick from out of nowhere, despite him feeling no such qualms when the same symptoms happen upon him. This makes him one of the most exemplar and active young man in the city, don't let that skin-deep humility fool you. See him walking down the streets when you're in a bind, he'll lend a helping hand, no questions asked (for the most part).
He's also that kind of guy who loves it when a plan comes together. He feels out of comfort when tackling adversity with purely gut feeling and desires to be prepared for any sort of situation. Thus, to prepare for any sort of situation, he considers any sort of knowledge, connection and trick valuable. Not to make him sound like a manipulative sociopath, but the first things that come to his mind when meeting a new person usually goes, in order, "Who are they? How can I benefit from knowing them? Can I stop them from taking advantage of me and turn the tables on them?". Lots of overthinking goes on in every step he takes, but not enough to make him question the road.
Where James falls flat, however, is when it comes to his natural stubbornness. Don't get me wrong, he's not opposed to outside input in his decision-making, but when it comes right down to it, he has full dominion over his opinions and not a single soul alive can forcefully get him to think a certain way. There's absolutely no compromising with him when he's at his worst. It's his way or the highway, but his way usually gets everyone there effectively. Comfortably? Not so much.
To put it simply, James is a heavy-handed yet pleasant person to be around, always having the best for you in mind. Be excellent to him and he will most definitely be excellent to you in turn.
There are few among his acquaintances in Verona that James can proudly call a close friend, but those who are will be subject to his more...embarrassing habits. Let's just be affront about it, he loves that endearing sensation of physical contact. It's a thing with Koreans, apparently. He'll often affectionately hug, tickle and play with his friends when given the chance to do so without harming his image as a benevolent dictator. Keep in mind that he does this to his friends regardless of their genders and is done without any sort of romantic or sexual intent. He makes sure they know that.
James takes his responsibilities as both a leader and a person seriously. All that he does, he does it with the best interests in mind. His own or otherwise. He sees Verona as an extension of his being; its problems become his problems as well. He recalls being especially troubled when he saw people getting sick from out of nowhere, despite him feeling no such qualms when the same symptoms happen upon him. This makes him one of the most exemplar and active young man in the city, don't let that skin-deep humility fool you. See him walking down the streets when you're in a bind, he'll lend a helping hand, no questions asked (for the most part).
He's also that kind of guy who loves it when a plan comes together. He feels out of comfort when tackling adversity with purely gut feeling and desires to be prepared for any sort of situation. Thus, to prepare for any sort of situation, he considers any sort of knowledge, connection and trick valuable. Not to make him sound like a manipulative sociopath, but the first things that come to his mind when meeting a new person usually goes, in order, "Who are they? How can I benefit from knowing them? Can I stop them from taking advantage of me and turn the tables on them?". Lots of overthinking goes on in every step he takes, but not enough to make him question the road.
Where James falls flat, however, is when it comes to his natural stubbornness. Don't get me wrong, he's not opposed to outside input in his decision-making, but when it comes right down to it, he has full dominion over his opinions and not a single soul alive can forcefully get him to think a certain way. There's absolutely no compromising with him when he's at his worst. It's his way or the highway, but his way usually gets everyone there effectively. Comfortably? Not so much.
To put it simply, James is a heavy-handed yet pleasant person to be around, always having the best for you in mind. Be excellent to him and he will most definitely be excellent to you in turn.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
To be honest, the topic of love has stayed out of James' mind until well into his second year of high school. It wasn't that he saw it as a distraction, it just stayed irrelevant for a long time. Now with a good majority of his friends having boyfriends and girlfriends in tow, perhaps it was time for James to get with the program. The idea of being together with a person he loves is nothing short of tantalizing. Plenty of wonderful women were present in his school, but none have yet given him that spark. That feel of intense caring and passion. 'Till then, he remains open.
...Though speaking hypothetically, the ideal partner for James is a cute-attractive (not necessarily beautiful) girl of his age group. She ideally has a sense of romance and cares for him as much as he cares for her. She also needs to be prepared for both his rough moments and his touchy-feely moments.
...Though speaking hypothetically, the ideal partner for James is a cute-attractive (not necessarily beautiful) girl of his age group. She ideally has a sense of romance and cares for him as much as he cares for her. She also needs to be prepared for both his rough moments and his touchy-feely moments.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Born and raised right here in Verona like his father, Yoon 'James' Jaedong traces his lineage to an angry South Korean nurse named Yoon Hanmin who emigrated to the United States because Private Harvey Lloyd, an American soldier, owed her loads of gambling money. Somehow, someway, she tracked him down to Seattle and after a heated argument that was inches away from coming to blows, the two came to an agreement. Hanmin would lift the debt if he married her right now. Seeing how smoking hot she was, Harvey found it best to agree. They settled in his old mother's house, but moved out to the small town of Verona a few years after. In an ironic twist, it was because Hanmin owed a nasty gang gambling money that she couldn't pay out.
So goes the story that his grandmother liked to tell, anyway. Everyone has that feeling that the story was fabricated and her coming into Verona was much more boring than she let on, but Harvey died of tetanus long ago, so he can't testify! Anyway, Hanmin gave birth to a son, Yoon 'Andrew' Noya. He would later move to Vancouver for his studies and actually met his girlfriend and future wife there, Helen Ling. The couple planned to stay in Vancouver, but upon hearing that his mother was now alone after the death of his father by tetanus, they made the decision to move back there and keep old lady Hanmin company (and stop her from gambling). Andy found work at a general store and Helen ended up being the organist at the local church after the previous one passed away. Not long after they settled in Verona, little Jaedong was born, later christened James.
James was and is a good kid. Growing up, he was surrounded with love and care, which prompted him to want to give others the same treatment. The level at which he cared for what was going on with the town and the people in it was incredible for a child barely 10. The rest of his childhood passed by without much excitement. James' passing into adolescence was, for lack of a better word, boring, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
Middle and high school life seemed to suit him perfectly as it was there that he discovered his capacity for intellect. People expected this small fry to be just another nerd like any other, but James was not about that life, they would soon find out. Not only focusing on his own academics, he strived to make his peers' studies excellent as well. He'd go around offering help with homework and lessons, free of charge. He became renowned in Lincoln Memorial High for the go-to guy if you needed help with studies. Everyone knew him, a good number of them respected him. It shouldn't come as a surprise that some time later, James was elected as President of the Student Body. A great honor for him, to be sure.
Eighteen years into life, and everything in his life was going all according to plan. Then the strange occurrences happened to Verona. Unstable weather, sudden sicknesses and James was no exception. He fell victim to the fevers and aches that came from nowhere, which culminated in a deep sleep...
And upon waking up, he found himself floating above his own body, like a ghost. This development scared him shitless as first, but soon found that it was something he could control. This was a power. Perhaps he could use this to help people further.
So goes the story that his grandmother liked to tell, anyway. Everyone has that feeling that the story was fabricated and her coming into Verona was much more boring than she let on, but Harvey died of tetanus long ago, so he can't testify! Anyway, Hanmin gave birth to a son, Yoon 'Andrew' Noya. He would later move to Vancouver for his studies and actually met his girlfriend and future wife there, Helen Ling. The couple planned to stay in Vancouver, but upon hearing that his mother was now alone after the death of his father by tetanus, they made the decision to move back there and keep old lady Hanmin company (and stop her from gambling). Andy found work at a general store and Helen ended up being the organist at the local church after the previous one passed away. Not long after they settled in Verona, little Jaedong was born, later christened James.
James was and is a good kid. Growing up, he was surrounded with love and care, which prompted him to want to give others the same treatment. The level at which he cared for what was going on with the town and the people in it was incredible for a child barely 10. The rest of his childhood passed by without much excitement. James' passing into adolescence was, for lack of a better word, boring, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
Middle and high school life seemed to suit him perfectly as it was there that he discovered his capacity for intellect. People expected this small fry to be just another nerd like any other, but James was not about that life, they would soon find out. Not only focusing on his own academics, he strived to make his peers' studies excellent as well. He'd go around offering help with homework and lessons, free of charge. He became renowned in Lincoln Memorial High for the go-to guy if you needed help with studies. Everyone knew him, a good number of them respected him. It shouldn't come as a surprise that some time later, James was elected as President of the Student Body. A great honor for him, to be sure.
Eighteen years into life, and everything in his life was going all according to plan. Then the strange occurrences happened to Verona. Unstable weather, sudden sicknesses and James was no exception. He fell victim to the fevers and aches that came from nowhere, which culminated in a deep sleep...
And upon waking up, he found himself floating above his own body, like a ghost. This development scared him shitless as first, but soon found that it was something he could control. This was a power. Perhaps he could use this to help people further.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Astral Projection
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mystic
● A B I L I T I E S ●
James is able to separate his 'soul' from his body, essentially turning him into a ghost. While in this 'ethereal' form, his body enters complete torpor; it cannot move and his heartbeat slows drastically, giving the appearance of death. It's proven that other people cannot see his ethereal form. In turn, he cannot interact with the physical world at all. Touching people or solid surfaces will only make him pass through them. He also apparently is not affected by gravity while separating from his body; he can freely float, hover and fly.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Having only possessed this kind of power for a whopping three days, James can't quite say he's mastered this ability yet. For one, he can accidentally become ethereal at any moment. When under emotional duress, shocked or just plain dozing off, he could slip into the ethereal world just like that if he isn't careful. He also assumes that there is a limit as to how long he can stay ethereal as going longer than twenty minutes resulted in his body nosebleeding and shivering out of control. Also, James finds being in ethereal form liberating. So much so that remaining in his body as usual just feels like drudging through tar. Doing something as simple as walking seems like a chore now and that is going to affect him greatly.
Little Bill Unbannable
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Aberration
B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
William-Martin "Billy" Spitzer
● A G E ●
19
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Line Cook/Drug Dealer
● L O O K S ●
Billy is picked out of crowds by virtue of being a ginger. He's thin, which is accentuated by the few inches he has on his peers, making him seem all the more lanky. He has pinched lips, a soft chin, and stick-out ears that make him look younger than he is, made up for by the dark circles he has around his eyes (Billy sleeps twelve hours a day, though his drug use leaves him with a serious lack of REM sleep) and a hand-pricked rendition of the nine planets on his bicep. Additionally, he has a pretty prominent chip on one of his front teeth, which also helps him look a bit less young. His clothes and personal style aren't too out of the norm, though some would say he dresses like an old man -- Billy is a fan of loafers, baggy blazers, and sensible mom jeans. He has no visible scars, though he has a pretty sizable scar on his head from having a brick dropped on him during a schoolyard prank, which he has since sworn up and down was a meteor. Fortunately for Billy, his hair hides it.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
At best, Billy is a romantic individualist who chafes at the reins of the modern world like Huckleberry Finn or Hunter S. Thompson. At worst, Billy is a spacy layabout arbitrarily obsessed with defending his own freedom, like, well, Huckleberry Finn or Hunter S. Thompson. Billy dropped out of high school because he was two credits short of a graduation with his friends due to a history of failing English, and took the news pretty hard. His few friends have seen very little of him since, as he's drifted from one dead-end job to the next, leaving when he's either fired or bored. He lives with his two mothers who -- despite Billy's freewheeling personality -- are lenient, soft-spoken, and supportive. Granted, they are both crunchy vegetarian psychologists who buy nine dollar candles from Pagan Dreams, so it's not like he has to sneak around much. Billy flips hotcakes at The Salem Diner on the weekends and flips weed behind the high school on the weekdays, and though his attendance is too sporadic with either to consider them his jobs, he gets away with a fair bit more than most teens by virtue of not being a total sponge. He spends almost all of his money on 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭, either to sell or consume, which has affected his person pretty stereotypically; Billy's first love is his bed, and his mistresses are the guitar, snacks, video games, and space documentaries.
In terms of weaknesses, point blank, Billy is just not a smart guy. Years of adolescent drug use and hits to the head have left him with his head in the clouds more often than not. He's not actually dumb, or even gullible, though inattentive and eccentric are both fair descriptors. Billy doesn't know what makes stars shine, they just shine, man. Granted, he's also not totally certain what makes lightbulbs shine, so make of that what you will. His powers hinge on his ability to concentrate, which is pretty important when they let him lift cars, and pretty frightening considering it's his biggest flaw.
In terms of weaknesses, point blank, Billy is just not a smart guy. Years of adolescent drug use and hits to the head have left him with his head in the clouds more often than not. He's not actually dumb, or even gullible, though inattentive and eccentric are both fair descriptors. Billy doesn't know what makes stars shine, they just shine, man. Granted, he's also not totally certain what makes lightbulbs shine, so make of that what you will. His powers hinge on his ability to concentrate, which is pretty important when they let him lift cars, and pretty frightening considering it's his biggest flaw.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Billy never had a girlfriend, and doesn't have much interest in pursuing one. He's pretty unimaginative when it comes to preferences, only showing interest in the obvious sorts of women teenage boys are attracted to, like pop stars, models, celebrities, and green-skinned star trek babes. Until he bumps into one of the four, girls aren't really a thing Billy thinks about. Most speculate he is secretly either gay or a furry. Or a gay furry.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
In the beginning, there was Billy. No shit, he claims to have viewed the events of Genesis during an acid trip at a planetarium. Ask him about it. Aside from being a possible witness to the Earth's creation, Billy's history has been out of the ordinary since day one. He was technically born to two meth-heads in Wyoming, though his adoption to his mothers had already been arranged in advance. As long as anyone who knows him can remember, Billy has always been just a touch off. In elementary school he was the kid in the corner who ate glue, and in middle school he was the weirdo who dressed as a fairy one Halloween. In high school, he dabbled a bit in being a musician, though his interest in the guitar quickly became interest in rock-stardom, which then became an interest in drugs, which then molded Billy into the esoteric manchild he is today.
He recently discovered his powers when he woke up floating and promptly crashed back down in his panic, which he has since kept a secret. He's no genius, but he's smart enough to know that when weather gets weird and people's lawns start blowing up, it's not an opportune time to announce you've got suspicious superpowers.
He recently discovered his powers when he woke up floating and promptly crashed back down in his panic, which he has since kept a secret. He's no genius, but he's smart enough to know that when weather gets weird and people's lawns start blowing up, it's not an opportune time to announce you've got suspicious superpowers.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Gravity Manipulation
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Aberration
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Billy can consciously manipulate the Earth's gravity, with a sphere of influence about five feet around him. Billy can make himself and other things go up, down, or simply not fall to the earth as they normally would, though he is not telekinetic and lacks any power to push or pull things. At most, he could feasibly lessen the effect of gravity on something that already has momentum to make it fly really slowly, or on himself to jump-walk like an astronaut.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Billy didn't exactly win the superpower lottery. He can only manipulate the gravity around himself, which doesn't really loan itself to combat considering that it makes him much slower -- It's good for reaching weird spaces, moving furniture, and slowing people down. His levitation of objects doesn't seem to be bound by any number or weight limit, but it also doesn't seem to be something he can use to control specific objects. Picture an invisible anti-gravity bubble he can turn on and off, a little wider than his armspan.
It doesn't help that his power depends on concentration and that he is known for not concentrating.
It doesn't help that his power depends on concentration and that he is known for not concentrating.
GirlOnMarz
Member
Seen
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B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
Veronica Michelle Bozeman
Though she'll answer to her given name, Veronica simply prefers for people to call her V. She's also been referred to as Ver, Michelle, and Bozeman.
Though she'll answer to her given name, Veronica simply prefers for people to call her V. She's also been referred to as Ver, Michelle, and Bozeman.
● A G E ●
Nineteen.
● G E N D E R ●
Female.
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Veronica is in her second year of college as a Business major. She also works part time as a waitress at The Salem Diner.
● L O O K S ●
Often being mistaken for a child, Veronica stands at a mere five feet, two inches tall. She has curves in all the right places; her waist is slim and her hips wide. Her muscles are well defined and toned, however, as a result of weekly strenuous physical activity. Her clear, glowing skin is the color of cinnamon, and her curly black hair falls just below her shoulders. There is a dull scar on her left eyebrow, which she tends to cover up with makeup. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, fringed with long, thick lashes, the brown of the iris so dark that it almost appears to be black. She sometimes wears thick, black rimmed glasses solely because she thinks they complement her well. She has a perfectly straight nose, of which one of her friends described as a "Ski Slope," and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Her face is heart-shaped, and she has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips are full and always covered with clear lip gloss, and when smiling you can see that she has straight rows of white teeth, a slight overbite present.
Veronica prefers to wear more earth-tone colors: deep shades of brown, green, and red. Her style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by an old friend. She has helix piercings, conch piercings, tragus piercings, and lobe piercings in both of her ears. She has a septum piercing, as well. Veronica has a large number of tattoos covering her arms, neck, and a few more in hidden areas.
Veronica prefers to wear more earth-tone colors: deep shades of brown, green, and red. Her style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by an old friend. She has helix piercings, conch piercings, tragus piercings, and lobe piercings in both of her ears. She has a septum piercing, as well. Veronica has a large number of tattoos covering her arms, neck, and a few more in hidden areas.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Veronica is a seemingly calm and quiet girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can very much take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She likes to see the good in life, and always wants to find better ways to handle problems. V has always been a carefree girl; she believes that life is too short to dwell on mistakes or mishaps. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. She is a cheery young woman, and is rarely found without a smile on her face or enthusiasm dripping from her words. She craves adventure, thrills, and new things. She strives to have a happy and enjoyable life and wants the same for those she holds dear.
Having grown up with a large number of male friends and cousins, V considers herself to be a bit of a "Tomboy." When going to the park, for instance, she'd rather get sticky and sweaty by playing a sport of some sort than "tan" with her girlfriends. Strangely enough, she prefers to keep to herself and stay quiet. When in a confident mood, however, she can be very charismatic and outgoing. She is very competitive, but will never come off as arrogant. Once you get to know her, you see that she is a very humble, caring, intelligent, and trustworthy individual. She has a past, along with a few quirks, as does every other human being, but makes up for them by being an overall fun and generally happy person to be around.
V is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Though very smart, she has a hard time paying attention in her classes, and is usually caught daydreaming when she should be working. V has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She has a bit lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical.
Having grown up with a large number of male friends and cousins, V considers herself to be a bit of a "Tomboy." When going to the park, for instance, she'd rather get sticky and sweaty by playing a sport of some sort than "tan" with her girlfriends. Strangely enough, she prefers to keep to herself and stay quiet. When in a confident mood, however, she can be very charismatic and outgoing. She is very competitive, but will never come off as arrogant. Once you get to know her, you see that she is a very humble, caring, intelligent, and trustworthy individual. She has a past, along with a few quirks, as does every other human being, but makes up for them by being an overall fun and generally happy person to be around.
V is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Though very smart, she has a hard time paying attention in her classes, and is usually caught daydreaming when she should be working. V has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She has a bit lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Veronica considers herself to be Bisexual, but tends to gravitate more towards women. She has had a handful of partners in her lifetime, none of them lasting more than a couple of months. Veronica does not actively seek out relationships, hating the feeling of being obligated to offer someone her free time. She hates the feeling of being attached to another human, the affections, the upkeep of a relationship, etc. Every time she starts seeing someone new, things grow tiring very quickly. Being the big flirt that she is, Veronica is more prone to having a quick fling than an actual committed relationship. Her longest relationship lasted for seven months, but she broke things off when the guy gave her a promise ring on Christmas eve.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Veronica was born into the Bozeman family in Brooklyn, NY, but moved to Verona when she was nine. Although her family was very poor, her single mother tried her hardest to give V and her twin brother a normal life. Their father had left the family before they were born. She'd receive letters and postcards from him every year for her birthday, but left them in a box under her bed, unopened. Although never having the "pleasure" of meeting her father, V knew how much of a deadbeat he was based on everything she'd learned from her mother.
Ever since she was a little girl, Veronica has been an avid basketball fan. Every chance she got, she would play and attend basketball games with her brother and his friends, slowly but surely starting to fall in love with the game. At the age of eight, she'd finally convinced her mother to let her play on a team, and the rest was history. V grew up to be the star player on her middle school, high school, and AAU teams, playing the position of point guard. Everyone, including her coach, expected great things of her; they all just knew that one day she'd make it to the WNBA. Her mother, however, was pushing her to focus more on her academics. She didn't see any future for V as a ball player, instead wishing for her to get a practical job so that she could pay the bills. She constantly pushed her to do her best in school, and forced her to join many clubs and school organizations. She'd even signed her up for art classes, which she actually grew to enjoy. It was around that time that her love for tattoos started to develop. Unfortunately, however, at the age of sixteen, V tore her ACL, ending her basketball career.
When Veronica was seventeen years old, her mother was killed in a car accident. After their mother's death, the twins had the option to stay in Washington with their Aunt, or move across the country to live with their ass of a father. While her brother chose to move away, Veronica chose to stay. She graduated with honors from Lincoln Memorial High, got a job at the diner, and started college.
Veronica discovered her power while she was over her now ex-boyfriend's house. They'd got into a heated argument over something petty, resulting in V completely losing her shit. This, however, was normal for the two. What was not normal were the flickering lights and the abnormal glowing of her fingertips. Long story short, she almost accidentally hurt a guy, and the last time she ever saw him was when he was sprinting out of his apartment door.
Ever since she was a little girl, Veronica has been an avid basketball fan. Every chance she got, she would play and attend basketball games with her brother and his friends, slowly but surely starting to fall in love with the game. At the age of eight, she'd finally convinced her mother to let her play on a team, and the rest was history. V grew up to be the star player on her middle school, high school, and AAU teams, playing the position of point guard. Everyone, including her coach, expected great things of her; they all just knew that one day she'd make it to the WNBA. Her mother, however, was pushing her to focus more on her academics. She didn't see any future for V as a ball player, instead wishing for her to get a practical job so that she could pay the bills. She constantly pushed her to do her best in school, and forced her to join many clubs and school organizations. She'd even signed her up for art classes, which she actually grew to enjoy. It was around that time that her love for tattoos started to develop. Unfortunately, however, at the age of sixteen, V tore her ACL, ending her basketball career.
When Veronica was seventeen years old, her mother was killed in a car accident. After their mother's death, the twins had the option to stay in Washington with their Aunt, or move across the country to live with their ass of a father. While her brother chose to move away, Veronica chose to stay. She graduated with honors from Lincoln Memorial High, got a job at the diner, and started college.
Veronica discovered her power while she was over her now ex-boyfriend's house. They'd got into a heated argument over something petty, resulting in V completely losing her shit. This, however, was normal for the two. What was not normal were the flickering lights and the abnormal glowing of her fingertips. Long story short, she almost accidentally hurt a guy, and the last time she ever saw him was when he was sprinting out of his apartment door.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Electricity Manipulation.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Ascendant
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Veronica is able to:
- Create, shape, and manipulate electricity.
- Charge objects with electricity, heat them. and/or allow them to conduct electricity.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
- She can "short circuit" if hit with enough water.
- She may have a bit trouble using technology.
- After a certain period of time, she must find electrical sources of power to recharge. If she absorbs too much energy, she'll overheat, and will need time to cool off before reusing her power.
- She tends to lose control of her power when she gets angry; there's no telling what she'll do.
People I Like
■ Abigail Harlow ■
"She's one of my closest friends. I'd go to hell and back for that girl, so if you fuck with her, you fuck with me."
Veronica first met Abigail two years ago. She'd been working at the diner for a few months, long enough to get the hang of things and feel comfortable. Everyday at work went smoothly; not one complaint, and the tips were good. One afternoon, however, she came in to absolute chaos. Okay....maybe not absolute chaos, but the diner was pretty busy. Veronica saw the usual waiters and waitresses doing their jobs, but couldn't help but stare when she saw the new girl. She was short, scrawny, and pale, and looked to be just a year or two younger than V.
She'd been trying (and failing) to balance three plates on her arms and hands while making her way to some grumpy old couple at table seven. Veronica got there just in time to catch one of the plates before it tipped out of her hand and onto the floor. From that point on, Veronica sort of took her under her wing; helping her learn the ropes, how to get better tips, etc. Eventually, Abigail convinced Veronica to hang out with her outside of work, and the rest was history. When Ashton entered the picture, they became a trio.
Veronica first met Abigail two years ago. She'd been working at the diner for a few months, long enough to get the hang of things and feel comfortable. Everyday at work went smoothly; not one complaint, and the tips were good. One afternoon, however, she came in to absolute chaos. Okay....maybe not absolute chaos, but the diner was pretty busy. Veronica saw the usual waiters and waitresses doing their jobs, but couldn't help but stare when she saw the new girl. She was short, scrawny, and pale, and looked to be just a year or two younger than V.
She'd been trying (and failing) to balance three plates on her arms and hands while making her way to some grumpy old couple at table seven. Veronica got there just in time to catch one of the plates before it tipped out of her hand and onto the floor. From that point on, Veronica sort of took her under her wing; helping her learn the ropes, how to get better tips, etc. Eventually, Abigail convinced Veronica to hang out with her outside of work, and the rest was history. When Ashton entered the picture, they became a trio.
■ Ashton Hawkins ■
"1/3 of our squad. Not entirely sure what I'd do without him."
Veronica and Abigail first met Ashton through his twin brother, Isaac. The two girls used to hang around Isaac and his group of friends, getting into a little bit of trouble ever now and then. Things went all the way left, however, when Isaac had a bad reaction to some drug he took while at one of their parties. Of course, V and Abigail rushed to his aid, and Abigail called his brother.
Despite knowing of Ashton since she'd moved to Verona, V never really had a full conversation with the boy until Abigail practically dragged them all out together. Turned out that they had a lot more in common than she initially thought, and the two of them really got along well.
Veronica and Abigail first met Ashton through his twin brother, Isaac. The two girls used to hang around Isaac and his group of friends, getting into a little bit of trouble ever now and then. Things went all the way left, however, when Isaac had a bad reaction to some drug he took while at one of their parties. Of course, V and Abigail rushed to his aid, and Abigail called his brother.
Despite knowing of Ashton since she'd moved to Verona, V never really had a full conversation with the boy until Abigail practically dragged them all out together. Turned out that they had a lot more in common than she initially thought, and the two of them really got along well.
■ Jackson Pryce ■
"He's that new boy from Alabama! We shoot some hoops every now and then."
He's a looker, that's for sure. He's also pretty decent at basketball, which Veronica very much appreciates. Every now and then, the two of them will get together shoot hoops. She doesn't know much about his personal life, but still considers him to be a good friend.
He's a looker, that's for sure. He's also pretty decent at basketball, which Veronica very much appreciates. Every now and then, the two of them will get together shoot hoops. She doesn't know much about his personal life, but still considers him to be a good friend.
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Callum Isaac Thompson
Cal- Cal is what most people call him, and it's how he introduces himself. People only use Callum when they're trying to piss him off.
Cal- Cal is what most people call him, and it's how he introduces himself. People only use Callum when they're trying to piss him off.
● A G E ●
18
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
First Year student at local community college and Deputy Editor of the Verona Herald
● L O O K S ●
One word to describe Cal's appearance? Charming. He has the soft, kind eyes of someone who cares, sparkling blue with an intent to listen. His face is soft, not so much pudgy, but he doesn't have a jawline that could cut diamond by any means. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle up at the corners, and it gives it this sort of, infectious vibe, something that's always made him a good person to be around in the event that you're feeling down. He's well built, with broad shoulders and a body that implies he spends a few days at the gym, but nothing particularly special. His hair is dirty blonde and tends to have a few strands sticking out here and there, though he does his best to keep the rest of his appearance rather pleasing to the eye. His skin can best be described as sunkissed, lightly tanned with a smattering of freckles that cover his cheeks and nose. All in all, Cal is an attractive boy, with an air of kindness and warmth about him.
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
How does one describe Cal Thompson? To most, he's Verona's Golden Boy. Smart, funny, and genuinely kind, it's hard for most not to like him. He's a clear extrovert, seeming well at home whenever he's in any social situations, and he gets along well with pretty much everyone. Even those who dislike him will rarely ever see his ire. He's known for having a cool and collected demeanor, and always being willing to crack a joke. Having grown up in Riveredge, most people suspect that he's a bit of a snob, when in fact, he doesn't seem to subscribe to any of his grandfather's views. He's a genuinely good person who only seeks to help others.
Throughout Cal's life, his greatest enemy has always been himself. He's insecure, and has some major trust issues. He's reluctant to ever make true friendships, and so many people see just golden exterior that he shows to the world. Inside, he's constantly doubting his words, his abilities, and his friendships. He endeavors to focus on other people's problems and attempt to fix them because he's not quite sure he can fix his own. This means he has some trouble staying out of other people's business, though he does always mean well. His insecurities and the anxiety that comes along with them, has also given rise to some control issues, and he gets incredibly stressed out when he can't seem to manipulate the situation at hand. Despite all his flaws though, Cal is a decent guy as well as a loyal friend.
Throughout Cal's life, his greatest enemy has always been himself. He's insecure, and has some major trust issues. He's reluctant to ever make true friendships, and so many people see just golden exterior that he shows to the world. Inside, he's constantly doubting his words, his abilities, and his friendships. He endeavors to focus on other people's problems and attempt to fix them because he's not quite sure he can fix his own. This means he has some trouble staying out of other people's business, though he does always mean well. His insecurities and the anxiety that comes along with them, has also given rise to some control issues, and he gets incredibly stressed out when he can't seem to manipulate the situation at hand. Despite all his flaws though, Cal is a decent guy as well as a loyal friend.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
As far as gender goes, Cal isn't too picky. He's pretty sure he's bi, though he hasn't quite figured out wheter or not he has a preference. Cal would very much like to believe he's not one to have a type, but he certainly does. Blondes have always caught his eye, as have redheads, though he's the first to say that he is definitely one who would prefer a long term relationship with someone who's smart and funny, rather than just pretty.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
The Thompsons are what you would call, "old money." Way back when Verona was founded, a Thompson was there, already thinking of ways he could make money off of the sleepy little town. That man, Jeremiah Thompson, would go on to open the first general store in town, Thompson's. Yeah, yeah, I know. Jeremiah was a lot of things, but creative was never one of them. Thompson's would go on to be a great success, mainly because it was the only general store in the burgeoning town, and also because Jeremiah's competition had a nasty habit of being killed. As you can see, the Thompsons don't exactly come from a very nice man.
Fast forward a few generations and you get the Thompsons of present day Verona. There's Eli, Cal's grandfather, and his wife, Lucille. That brings us to Cal and his mother, the stain upon the Thompson line. Cal's mother, Lillian, had quite the rebellious streak back in high school, which brought a great amount of aggravation to her parents, especially her father. When she finally did turn 18, she ran off with her high school sweetheart, vowing to never return to Verona until she'd made her way in the world. One year later she was on her parent's doorstep, newborn Cal in her arms.
Lillian had gotten pregnant around three months after she'd left Verona. She and her boyfriend had gotten an apartment in Seattle, a sleazy little place where Lillian practiced her art. During the pregnancy their relationship flourished. But when Cal was born, his father was nowhere to be found. He left a note, saying that she shouldn't look for him as he'd be much too hard to find. He explained that the responsibility was too much, and had fled. He never did say sorry though. Lillian was left with no other choice but Verona.
At home, Cal was raised by his mother and his grandparents, and was raised a true Thompson. His grandmother doted on him, and was happy to care for him while Lillian was off at school. In truth, she was just thrilled that she had gotten her daughter back. As for his grandfather, he looked at Cal like a rodent. He avoided the young boy like a plague, and always held him and his mother at an arms length, something that has never seemed to improve.
Growing up, Cal did his best to impress his grandfather, though it never did much good. He seemed to have a constant hatred for the bastard who had, in his eyes, ruined his daughter's life. Cal's insecurities can surely be traced back to these moments of his grandfather's disapproval, although he doesn't quite realize it. Entering high school, Cal flourished among the other students. He excelled in most of his classes, especially English, and he was planning on making a career out of it. That is, until three days ago. After the sickness had lifted, Cal found himself able to do very, very strange things, things that have made him think that he should surely do something with these newfound abilities. The only question, is what?
Fast forward a few generations and you get the Thompsons of present day Verona. There's Eli, Cal's grandfather, and his wife, Lucille. That brings us to Cal and his mother, the stain upon the Thompson line. Cal's mother, Lillian, had quite the rebellious streak back in high school, which brought a great amount of aggravation to her parents, especially her father. When she finally did turn 18, she ran off with her high school sweetheart, vowing to never return to Verona until she'd made her way in the world. One year later she was on her parent's doorstep, newborn Cal in her arms.
Lillian had gotten pregnant around three months after she'd left Verona. She and her boyfriend had gotten an apartment in Seattle, a sleazy little place where Lillian practiced her art. During the pregnancy their relationship flourished. But when Cal was born, his father was nowhere to be found. He left a note, saying that she shouldn't look for him as he'd be much too hard to find. He explained that the responsibility was too much, and had fled. He never did say sorry though. Lillian was left with no other choice but Verona.
At home, Cal was raised by his mother and his grandparents, and was raised a true Thompson. His grandmother doted on him, and was happy to care for him while Lillian was off at school. In truth, she was just thrilled that she had gotten her daughter back. As for his grandfather, he looked at Cal like a rodent. He avoided the young boy like a plague, and always held him and his mother at an arms length, something that has never seemed to improve.
Growing up, Cal did his best to impress his grandfather, though it never did much good. He seemed to have a constant hatred for the bastard who had, in his eyes, ruined his daughter's life. Cal's insecurities can surely be traced back to these moments of his grandfather's disapproval, although he doesn't quite realize it. Entering high school, Cal flourished among the other students. He excelled in most of his classes, especially English, and he was planning on making a career out of it. That is, until three days ago. After the sickness had lifted, Cal found himself able to do very, very strange things, things that have made him think that he should surely do something with these newfound abilities. The only question, is what?
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Telekinesis
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mastermind
● A B I L I T I E S ●
As of now, Cal can move small objects with his mind. Nothing much heavier than a textbook, and even that gets difficult, but he can do it. He doesn't need hand motions or anything else to do it, just a shit ton of concentration, and something to move. With smaller, lighter objects, he seems to be able to pick up more, but the heavier he goes, the less control he has, meaning the less he can pick up.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
As of now, Cal's limit is pretty low. Nothing heavier than a textbook, and going past that gives him excruciating headaches. He also can't seem to use his powers on himself, and it's unclear if he'll ever be able to. His ability does have a range as well, maxing out at about six feet, and anything past that appears to be untouchable. Extended use of his power causes a pretty harsh bloody nose, as well as some bad headaches.
■ Richard King ■
"King can be...difficult at times, but he's really my best friends. Yeah, he's an asshole, but he really is a decent guy."
Cal remembers the day he met Richard King as if it was yesterday. Cal had been minding his own business in his back yard when King climbed over the fence and into Cal's life. After a game which entailed a young Cal trying to figure out who the hell this kid was, the two became inseparable. Bonding over the shitty father figures in their lives, Cal thinks of King like a brother. His family would rather him hang out with some of the more respectable children in town, but they don't complain too much. Hey, at least it's not a kid from New Town.
Cal remembers the day he met Richard King as if it was yesterday. Cal had been minding his own business in his back yard when King climbed over the fence and into Cal's life. After a game which entailed a young Cal trying to figure out who the hell this kid was, the two became inseparable. Bonding over the shitty father figures in their lives, Cal thinks of King like a brother. His family would rather him hang out with some of the more respectable children in town, but they don't complain too much. Hey, at least it's not a kid from New Town.
■ Aaliya Patel ■
"Liya! She's loads of fun, really! I'd say she's one of the nicest people in this town, and she's a stellar artist too."
Cal met Aaliya through her brother, Ajay, and after he went off to college, the two grew a lot closer. Cal can often be found helping her with her schoolwork, or just hanging around, cracking jokes. He thinks of her almost as a little sister, and is always quick to come to her defense.
Cal met Aaliya through her brother, Ajay, and after he went off to college, the two grew a lot closer. Cal can often be found helping her with her schoolwork, or just hanging around, cracking jokes. He thinks of her almost as a little sister, and is always quick to come to her defense.
■ Andy Marlowe ■
"The Boss? Yeah, he's a nice kid. I don't think our families were expecting us to actually get along, but I don't have any issue with him. I don't know if I'd go to a party with the guy, but I like him well enough."
As the deputy editor of the Verona Herald, Cal has been forced to work pretty closely with Andy recently. He's got nothing against the kid, and in fact he has a lot of respect for him. He's always one to step up and try to take a bit of work off Andy's shoulders if he needs it.
As the deputy editor of the Verona Herald, Cal has been forced to work pretty closely with Andy recently. He's got nothing against the kid, and in fact he has a lot of respect for him. He's always one to step up and try to take a bit of work off Andy's shoulders if he needs it.
■ Astrid King ■
"King's sister? Yeah she's nice enough. We don't talk too much if I'm being quite honest, but she seems alright."
Cal's been around the King's for years, but he's never really gotten that close to Astrid. He'd like to, but he's not one to push it. If he's being honest, he thinks she seems a bit stressed most of the time.
Cal's been around the King's for years, but he's never really gotten that close to Astrid. He'd like to, but he's not one to push it. If he's being honest, he thinks she seems a bit stressed most of the time.
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Charlotte Elizabeth Gallows
Charlie- Just call her Charlie, or else the poor thing is going to get all stressed out about correcting you and you'll just call her Charlotte forever and she'll hate it.
Charlie- Just call her Charlie, or else the poor thing is going to get all stressed out about correcting you and you'll just call her Charlotte forever and she'll hate it.
● A G E ●
18
● G E N D E R ●
Female
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
She's a First Year student at the local community college, and also tutors for a small fee.
● L O O K S ●
Charlie is beautiful, at least in the conventional meaning of the term. She may not think so, but it doesn't make it any less true. Her skin is ivory in tone, and clear of any freckles, zits, or other blemishes. Her hair is golden blonde, falling just a little bit past her shoulders in silky waves. She's slender, naturally fortunately, because she has no time at all for the gym. To many however, her most prominent features are her eyes. Blue in color, they hold years of wisdom, and sparkle with the dreams that Charlie has yet to see come true. They mesmerize people, not that she would ever notice.
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Charlie is a dreamer. That's the easiest way to put it. She dreams of seeing the world, of doing great things, of making a difference. A kind, intelligent girl, her dreams often keep her from missing the world around her. Shy and bookish, it's most likely that Charlie is holed up in a library somewhere, reading The Odyssey for the fifth time, rather than enjoying the rager over in Riveredge. She isn't necessarily antisocial, she's just far more inclined to spend her time alone than with others. When it does come to people though, she's extremely kind, and always does her best to make them feel welcome in her life, even if she'd rather be alone. Also to her credit is her intelligence. She's an incredibly smart girl, and has consistently ranked top of her class at Verona High, a feat that she's quite proud of.
Charlie's weaknesses definitely fall in the social category. She isn't one to stand up and fight, and as such, her ideas tend to get steamrolled by the louder voices in a group. Sometimes this even applies to her herself. She's definitely a pushover, unfortunately. She also is very naive. Years of romanticizing the outside world have left her extremely trusting of it, and as such, she doesn't quite pick up on the subtleties of human nature. She's most definitely far more book smart than street smart.
Charlie's weaknesses definitely fall in the social category. She isn't one to stand up and fight, and as such, her ideas tend to get steamrolled by the louder voices in a group. Sometimes this even applies to her herself. She's definitely a pushover, unfortunately. She also is very naive. Years of romanticizing the outside world have left her extremely trusting of it, and as such, she doesn't quite pick up on the subtleties of human nature. She's most definitely far more book smart than street smart.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Charlie is most certainly a romantic. As such, she desires a boy who will do anything for her, handsome and charming, someone who will sacrifice everything just for her happiness. Not that she'd ever let him, but it's the thought that counts. Any guy who could play to her romantic fantasies could easily win her heart.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Vincent Gallows has never been much more than the town drunk. Even when he was a teenager, he was considered the town's failure. He was known for causing trouble at all hours of the night, leaving vulgar graffiti all over Riveredge, and being the only teenager in Verona with two DUIs. He wasn't ever a great guy. The town's pity only increased when his girlfriend ended up knocked up, only a few years out of high school. Juliette Larkin was, for the most part, a good girl. How she and Vincent ended up together is still a mystery to Charlie. But unfortunately, they did, and Charlie was the first born of their very unhappy union.
Growing up, affection was never given to her by her father. He worked and drank, and that was pretty much it. Her mother did do her best to give her a good life though, and made sure she knew that she was loved. Charlie's not quite sure where she'd be without her mother. The Gallows were never rich however, and Charlie didn't alleviate any of their money troubles. Vincent's oddly biblical adherance to the rule of no birth control would lead to four more children as Charlie grew up, her sisters Danielle and Harriet, and her brothers, Jake and Logan. Charlie became the children's mother of sorts in the absence of their parents, who both began working their asses off to feed their growing family.
As Charlie moved through the grades, she did her best to excel academically, knowing damn well that she wouldn't be getting into college with her parents money. She worked her hardest, but when a scholarship did come, she was forced to turn it down. She couldn't bring herself to leave her siblings, and moreover, her father made it clear that if she left, she wouldn't be welcome back. She's currently a student at the local community college, just trying to get through life, and hopefully figure out a way to transfer to a nicer school, without abandoning her family.
Growing up, affection was never given to her by her father. He worked and drank, and that was pretty much it. Her mother did do her best to give her a good life though, and made sure she knew that she was loved. Charlie's not quite sure where she'd be without her mother. The Gallows were never rich however, and Charlie didn't alleviate any of their money troubles. Vincent's oddly biblical adherance to the rule of no birth control would lead to four more children as Charlie grew up, her sisters Danielle and Harriet, and her brothers, Jake and Logan. Charlie became the children's mother of sorts in the absence of their parents, who both began working their asses off to feed their growing family.
As Charlie moved through the grades, she did her best to excel academically, knowing damn well that she wouldn't be getting into college with her parents money. She worked her hardest, but when a scholarship did come, she was forced to turn it down. She couldn't bring herself to leave her siblings, and moreover, her father made it clear that if she left, she wouldn't be welcome back. She's currently a student at the local community college, just trying to get through life, and hopefully figure out a way to transfer to a nicer school, without abandoning her family.
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Teleportation
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Aberration
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Charlie's ability allows her to teleport herself to any place she's ever physically been, so long as she's within a mile of her destination. Currently, she may only teleport herself, and she must have actually been to the place she'd like to teleport herself to, though she believes that both of these limitation may be lifted the more she works on her ability.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
As of now, teleporting more than twice an hour leaves Charlie feeling pretty tired, and pushing even farther gives her a pretty nasty headache. Trying to teleport anything else also results in the second thing being lost somewhere along the way, though this has only been tested once. Charlie's a bit worried to try it again, lest she end up lost somewhere in between time and space, or wherever it is she travels through.
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B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
Brooks Lockwood
● A G E ●
46
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Chief of Police/Sheriff
● L O O K S ●
Brooks stands at around 5’10 with a stocky figure and a rotund belly. His hair was once a darkish brown, but the roots are starting to shine silver with age. His face is lined and darkened with a faint stubble. From behind his dark, bushy brows Brooks’ blue eyes are usually squinted to accompany the habitual scowl on his face.
When he isn’t wearing his sheriff uniform, Brooks has a penchant for freshly ironed shirts and faded jeans, old leather jackets and sunglasses even when he doesn’t really need them.
When he isn’t wearing his sheriff uniform, Brooks has a penchant for freshly ironed shirts and faded jeans, old leather jackets and sunglasses even when he doesn’t really need them.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
To the average guy, Brooks seems like a sarcastic asshole. He’s the type of man who’s seen enough to be unfazed by pretty much anything a backwoods town like Verona could throw at him, and as a result he’s clearly taking it easy. He’s a very direct with his words, to the point of being undiplomatic.
You can tell he places a lot of importance on the wellbeing of family by the way he looks after his own; it’s one of the few occasions where one would be able to see that Brooks is a loving, caring individual.
Brooks is very career-driven and puts a level of professionalism into his work, but has recently become a little more informal due to the lack of criminality in the town. He can be very defensive when it comes to threats against him or anyone he cares about. He’s quick to anger and difficult to impress. He has a strict sense of what’s right and wrong, but he’s very lenient when it comes to bending the rules to ensure that justice is carried out.
You can tell he places a lot of importance on the wellbeing of family by the way he looks after his own; it’s one of the few occasions where one would be able to see that Brooks is a loving, caring individual.
Brooks is very career-driven and puts a level of professionalism into his work, but has recently become a little more informal due to the lack of criminality in the town. He can be very defensive when it comes to threats against him or anyone he cares about. He’s quick to anger and difficult to impress. He has a strict sense of what’s right and wrong, but he’s very lenient when it comes to bending the rules to ensure that justice is carried out.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
When he says he likes "assertive women" what he really means is that he likes "bossy bitches".
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Born into a catholic family consisting of a strict but loving mother and a tough, not-so-loving father, Brooks grew up in a world of “tough love”. Being lucky enough to have been raised in a lower middle-class baltimore family, Brooks’ life didn’t look all too bleak. However with the type of crowds he hung out, and the people he called friends, one could only become either a cop or a robber. Years passed and Brooks decided to pick up the shield, serving in the force for many more to come.
Eventually, with the toll of age along with a significant personal reason, Brooks decided to get away from it all and move someplace more quiet and peaceful.
Even though Brooks wanted to escape the pressures of policing, he wasn’t prepared to retire completely. Moving to Verona would had given him the perfect opportunity for that; he was accepted into the required role of sheriff due to his experience.
Brooks has been serving as Sheriff for the past 2 years, ensuring Verona remains peaceful and quiet.
Eventually, with the toll of age along with a significant personal reason, Brooks decided to get away from it all and move someplace more quiet and peaceful.
Even though Brooks wanted to escape the pressures of policing, he wasn’t prepared to retire completely. Moving to Verona would had given him the perfect opportunity for that; he was accepted into the required role of sheriff due to his experience.
Brooks has been serving as Sheriff for the past 2 years, ensuring Verona remains peaceful and quiet.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Super Endurance
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Olympian
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Incredibly durable skin, allows protection against all average weaponry. Firearms/blunt/blade.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Brooks still requires oxygen, thus a lack of air could still lead to his demise. Standard medical tools and syringes can’t penetrate his skin, surgeries to treat any internal wounds become extremely difficult.
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Sebastian Mortimer
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B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
Sebastian Mortimer. Also known as Seb if they know him or simply Janitor to people who don't know his name
● A G E ●
48
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
high school janitor
● L O O K S ●
Seb dresses like a man who doesn't care what he looks like only that he is comfortable/practical, known to simply not bother changing out of the jumpsuit he wears while working or to simply throw a trench coat over it in winter. Otherwise jeans a shirt and a jacket covered in pockets with various items, including whatever he is reading at the moment inside them. Generally clean shaven and still relatively well muscled, a few small scars accumulated over the years from accidents and one more recent when he accidentally stabbed himself with his power.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
clinical and a little fatalistic, life has not gone in the way he wanted it to, not that he had much of a plan but this was definitely not in it but them's the breaks. After a lifetime of searching for purpose he had effectively given up on finding something better until the day the universe decided to drop a superpower on his lap. This has given him purpose, while it may not be much now his ability grows a little each day and practicing it gives him a sense of empowerment that has been missing, of potential and of hope for a future where he can control his fate. He hopes to use the potential strength to change the world, to bring down those who currently have traditional power with his new strength if its upper limit is as high as he hopes.
Generally enjoys reading, metal music, drinking and communism. Despite his general distaste with his position he has come to enjoy the more maintenance side of his work, learning how to fix stuff is probably the only interesting part of his job so while the school may not be the most clean many of its various boilers, computers, ovens and other machines owe their continued existence to his researched bodges, first with duct tape and now with odd metal growths.
While not the most optimistic of individuals he tries to get along with others, particularly those who are in a similar position to himself.
Generally enjoys reading, metal music, drinking and communism. Despite his general distaste with his position he has come to enjoy the more maintenance side of his work, learning how to fix stuff is probably the only interesting part of his job so while the school may not be the most clean many of its various boilers, computers, ovens and other machines owe their continued existence to his researched bodges, first with duct tape and now with odd metal growths.
While not the most optimistic of individuals he tries to get along with others, particularly those who are in a similar position to himself.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Bisexual, however he isn’t, and never really has, looking for any romantic relationship, in his mind love is something that other people experience not him and definitely not for him.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Probably the last time he was inspired to do anything was at his time in university, while learning about history, the ongoing and repeating patterns of the wealthy having both all the power and yet no interest in trying to govern fairly and only seeking to enrich themselves. For example the Roman Republic was a corrupt and self serving system, plagued again and again by the need for wealth distribution. He joined in with local protests and organisations dedicated to the cause of socialism, yet these causes never got anywhere and he eventually started drinking heavily as a result of his disillusionment with the idea that he could change the world with his words and actions. Having spent most of his time in university either drunk or campaigning for socialist revolution he found himself with a relatively poor degree in Classics & Ancient History and relatively few prospects.
In the end he ended up in a brief stint in the military and his attitude, while not allowing for any exemplary action meant that he got through the it by going with the flow so to speak, a general disinterest in disobedience is almost discipline. The main operation he was involved in was Operation Provide Comfort, where he provided security of the headquarters, Kurdish refugee camps, and convoy security. As a result most of his time was spent on guarding things and while he did on multiple occasions see combat it mostly involved driving off hostiles from attacking whatever he was guarding. All in all what he got out of it was the physical training, something he maintains to a lesser degree even today and a greater appreciation for all those roman soldiers who returned home only to learn they had nothing to go back too he had read about in Uni. Returning home he ended up drifting from job to job and from place to place, eventually ending up in this out of the way town as the school janitor.
There he stayed for the next 8 years, generally getting to know the town and being bored out of his skull. After coming down with the sickness and taking some days off he returned to work only to accidentally stab himself when he discovered his power by stabbing his hand with a nail he was holding. Using his wound to take another day off he spent it learning how to use his power without self injury, mainly by making lots of small statuettes out of coins and trying to lift them. He is generally keeping this a secret till he can use it to properly defend himself and not just make trinkets, though also on the lookout for others with power, it is good to know who the potential threats/kindred spirits are if you plan on changing the world. Is considering making a suit, or at least a mask using his power.
In the end he ended up in a brief stint in the military and his attitude, while not allowing for any exemplary action meant that he got through the it by going with the flow so to speak, a general disinterest in disobedience is almost discipline. The main operation he was involved in was Operation Provide Comfort, where he provided security of the headquarters, Kurdish refugee camps, and convoy security. As a result most of his time was spent on guarding things and while he did on multiple occasions see combat it mostly involved driving off hostiles from attacking whatever he was guarding. All in all what he got out of it was the physical training, something he maintains to a lesser degree even today and a greater appreciation for all those roman soldiers who returned home only to learn they had nothing to go back too he had read about in Uni. Returning home he ended up drifting from job to job and from place to place, eventually ending up in this out of the way town as the school janitor.
There he stayed for the next 8 years, generally getting to know the town and being bored out of his skull. After coming down with the sickness and taking some days off he returned to work only to accidentally stab himself when he discovered his power by stabbing his hand with a nail he was holding. Using his wound to take another day off he spent it learning how to use his power without self injury, mainly by making lots of small statuettes out of coins and trying to lift them. He is generally keeping this a secret till he can use it to properly defend himself and not just make trinkets, though also on the lookout for others with power, it is good to know who the potential threats/kindred spirits are if you plan on changing the world. Is considering making a suit, or at least a mask using his power.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Metal manipulation.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Ascendant
● A B I L I T I E S ●
The ability to shape and lift metal with his mind. He can take existing metal and stretch warp and mold it without the need for tools or heat. He can also levitate metal. Both of these are far easier when touching the metal itself. An interesting effect is that this touching can be transferred along the entire length of an object, so wires and cables are an optimum thing to manipulate as the touching effect transfers up their entire length. At the moment his mental muscles limit the amount of metal that can be shaped/moved and the range distance is quite limiting. As a result he is restricted to things like slowly floating small metal objects like coins and small tools, fusing locks shut, making small statuettes, improvised welding, screwing with machinery by messing up their internals, making small weapons/tools on the fly out of plain metal, making larger metal objects slightly easier to move yet no less heavy, using long wires he is touching as tendrils
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Wrapping his head around how to move or shape something only with his mind is difficult and as result he generally has to move in a way that corresponds to an action, reaching out and pulling to grab something, pushing to toss something, actively molding an object in his hands etc. Also the further an object is beyond his reach the less he can effect it.
Mao Mao Sheriff of Pure Hearts (He/Them)
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● N A M E ●
Ashton Hawkins.
● A G E ●
Eighteen.
● G E N D E R ●
Male.
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Community College ~ Year one.
● L O O K S ●
Ashton is not what someone would expect with the last name being ‘Hawkins.’ He is a mixed between latino and caucasian; however, he looks more latino than caucasian like his twin brother. He stands at 6 feet and has a skinner build than most eighteen year old males because he does not go the gym every week. He still looks like a sixteen year old to many people and often gets mistaken for a high school student. It’s a shame because he is very mature for his age unlike many other eighteen years old, that get high or drunk. His eyes were a brown before his powers appeared. Now, he has to wear sunglasses to hide his gray eyes for the public. But, his daily outfit of a t-shirt with a jacket has not changed at all.
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Ashton was the son of his family that had it all figured out before he left his old mobile home. His brother was jealous for awhile because he was the smart one and had a plan for everything. For the most part, it is true that Ashton makes plans before doing something and likes for his plans to work out; however, it does not always work out for him. Despite that, he is a smooth talker because of all that practice on his parents whenever Isaac got in trouble with them. But, he is also a good liar to almost everyone that he has met. It has got him into trouble before and it will never fix itself especially now that he’s a shapeshifter
Since he got his powers, he is practicing on his social skills and lying to better use his new abilities.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Ashton was busy with school to care about ‘love.’ Sure, he dated several girls and boy during his time at high school. But, he still needs times to explore before answering his questions about love and any interests. So far, he likes people that write and play video games. And he loves people who read books and have interested in history and English. As far as looks, he would look at guys more than girls.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
The Hawkins traveled all over the United States, living in small town and populated cities, before settling at Verona. While traveling around, both Ashton and Isaac were born at a small town hospital in New Mexico. Suddenly with a pair of boys, Caylee and Anthony Hawkins knew that it was time to stop moving. After three months of looking at different towns, they eventually found Verona and quickly moved into one of the cheap mobile homes. Anthony got a job at the local forestry by luck and produced enough money for the family to survive. Caylee was a stay-at-home mother and soon became friends with other mothers in the mobile park.
Ashton and Isaac are fraternal twins that grew close during their childhood. Isaac was the troublemaker that gave his parents headaches, but Ashton always came to his rescue and saved his butt—most of the time. When puberty came around, their relationship was strained for most of their teenage life. The typical argument and fighting happened often that caused the family to go crazy once in awhile. It got worse once the twins entered high school. Isaac went to parties and started doing party drugs while Ashton was a normal student who got average grades in class. Things began to change during their second year at high school as their attitudes towards each other changed.
Isaac stopped using party drugs and smoked pot once a week while fixing his poor high school grades. Ashton started to become closer with Isaac and helped him stay at course for the remaining years. Soon enough, they started to work all over town for money because of their parents’ warning that they would have to move out at the age of eighteen. They saved as much money as they could before their senior year ended.
At the age of eighteen, the twins moved out for the mobile home and into one of the apartments nearby the community college. Ashton entered the college while Isaac started to work at the local lumber mill. Caylee and Anthony came to check up with their sons when Ashton became violently ill. At first, the family wanted Ashton to check at the local hospital but he refused and went straight to bed. The next morning forever changed the Hawkins family and their views towards Ashton.
Ashton woke up for the long rest and went towards the bathroom. Right after his shower, he went to the mirror and saw his eyes. They had become gray for the brown that he got after his mother’s eyes. Naturally, he screamed and his brother came to his aid as he saw his eyes. They didn’t know what was happening, but they decided to get dress and go to the local hospital. Ashton entered his room and put on his clothes as he saw a poster of his favorite character for a popular television show. That was when the transformation happened.
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Shapeshifter.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mystic.
● A B I L I T I E S ●
At the moment, he knows that he could impersonate others of the same gender and talk in the same tone of voice as them. He has not tried this on a woman and he is worried about the consequences. It requires that he look at the picture of that person and cogitate on it for a minute or so. If he wants to talk like them, then he would need to hear a voice of them and process it in his mind. That is all Ashton knows about his new power.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
The major drawbacks are that his powers do not last more than a day. He does not know how to control his power and it would active if he looks at that person for too long. As for his voice, it often works—mostly with a few setbacks. Ashton just needs more time to control his powers and limit the errors that he could make. Plus, he has not discovered other abilities and weaknesses yet. If he goes to sleep or is knocked unconscious, his form will disappear and Ashton will get his original appearance back until he changes.
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Ava Harrison
Ascendant
B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
Ava Maria Harrison
● A G E ●
22
● G E N D E R ●
Female
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Barista. In her fourth year of college.
● L O O K S ●
Ava's skin has a lighter tan, as she is half Hispanic and half Caucasian. Her hair is a light chestnut color. She stands at an unremarkable height of 5'4", however she tends to stand with her head held high so she seems slightly taller. Her physique is lean and muscular, as she does like to keep in shape, however it's nothing remarkable. Her deep brown eyes reflect the light rather well. She wears multiple rings and necklaces, with one anklet on her right leg.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Ava is a bit of a fiery spirit. While she is normally a sweet girl with plenty of love in her heart, she is tough as nails when it comes to getting the job done. She's the kind to laugh and procrastinate on her responsibilities, able to work rather well under pressure. She tends to ignore things that aren't in her immediate future and as a result can be a little ill equipped for upcoming events. She loves to make friends and has a particular soft spot for kids and the disabled. If anyone weak is being abused by someone stronger than them, Ava's the first person to stand up, regardless of how bad of an idea it is. She struggles with maturity, but if you want to unload your troubles or have a little fun, she's the one the call.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Ava has a bit of a mouth on her, but not in the vulgar or offensive way. She tends to blather on about random things that pop into her head at any given moment, even if it isn't the wisest thing to say. Because of that, she enjoys people who will listen to her and laugh at her silly blunders. Quiet strength is the quality that she's most attracted to. Physical appearance doesn't really matter to Ava, however age is something she considers heavily. A few deal breakers for her are arrogance, ignorance (not naivety), and being uptight.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Ava was born as the daughter of a mixed family. Her mother was Hispanic, and her father. She was the only child born to the couple, and so she received every ounce of love they could give her. From an early age, they taught her to be brave and strong. She grew up with influences from both of her parents cultures, spending Christmas's with her mother's side of the family and Thanksgiving with her father's extended family. Because of this, she learned how to be patient during the long hours of traveling it took to get down to the border of Mexico, right above Mexico, where her mother's parents lived. Her paternal grandparents lived in Verona her entire life, which led to them helping raise her. She grew up a local girl, attending school in the small town her entire life. Eventually, she graduated high school and began going to the community college nearby. Her parents saw it as a pointless idea for Ava to move out, and so she has lived with them her entire life. She had a fairly mundane life, not getting into too much trouble, keeping up good grades, however there were a few instances where she got a little rough-and-tumble with a few more cruel-minded individuals.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Air Manipulation.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Ascendant.
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Ava can manipulate the atmosphere around her to bend to her will, whether that be forming walls of air so compact that they are tangible, allowing her to manipulate her jumping capabilities, or creating vacuums to pull in objects. At first, Ava has a very restricted access to her power, mainly only able to manipulate the air around her to allow her to be more mobile.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
While Ava can control the air around her, the girl still needs oxygen to breathe. If she uses her powers excessively with close proximity to her, she can remove her ability to inhale oxygen as the air is moving too fast for her to catch. Additionally, she uses her breath to assist her in controlling the air. If her breathing patters are interrupted (say the wind gets knocked out of her), she loses a great portion of her abilities.
Blitz Blazing Boy
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B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
Jackson Christopher Pryce
● A G E ●
Nineteen
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Freshman/first-year student at the community college.
● L O O K S ●
Jackson is tall, about an inch-and-a-half above six feet and admittedly pretty easy on the eyes, with his styled dirty blondish hair and big, dark blue eyes. Due to his height, he is inherently skinny overall but has a decent athletic toning from playing sports when he was younger. His skin is on the paler side and can be prone to mild freckling, easy bruising, as well as some breakouts in acne if he's stressed out for extended periods of time. Jackson goes for a simple clean-cut look, keeping stubble to a minimum, and while he tends to dress nicely, his wardrobe isn't overly conspicuous, maintaining a respectable balance between comfort and class.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Beginning with the good, Jackson is very polite, signifying a decent upbringing from his parents. He respects strangers and won't start anything negative intentionally unless someone starts it with him. He isn't one to pick fights but can fight if he has to. Basically, what you give is what you get from Jackson. In most situations around people he isn't familiar with, he stays rather quiet. This isn't out of shyness, rather he simply feels there's nothing to say. However, when he's around people he's comfortable with, he's pretty enjoyable, lively, and likes making other people laugh. Obviously, he would prefer to have a lot of friends, though he doesn't often actively try to make them. Knowing this, he also cherishes his alone time.
Jackson is also quite smart; obviously not a genius, but he catches onto things pretty quickly. Unfortunately, however, Jackson is a stellar underachiever, either wasting his talents or focusing them in areas where they're less useful. Like all humans, he comes with his assorted set of usual personality flaws; he can lie, his emotions can get out of hand, et cetera. He is especially emotional when it comes to relationships (additional reading: /Romantic Interests), as being cheated on three relationships in a row has led him to be more cautious, and at the same time more caring (a little too caring) about those whom he chooses to let in for fear of getting hurt again.
Jackson is also quite smart; obviously not a genius, but he catches onto things pretty quickly. Unfortunately, however, Jackson is a stellar underachiever, either wasting his talents or focusing them in areas where they're less useful. Like all humans, he comes with his assorted set of usual personality flaws; he can lie, his emotions can get out of hand, et cetera. He is especially emotional when it comes to relationships (additional reading: /Romantic Interests), as being cheated on three relationships in a row has led him to be more cautious, and at the same time more caring (a little too caring) about those whom he chooses to let in for fear of getting hurt again.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Heterosexual; unlikely to try anything with the same gender though isn't homophobic. Jackson, as of the beginning of the story, is single and wary of any kind of romantic interest for the time being. If he were to take on a girlfriend, she'd have to be loyal and be able to cope with his ensuing and sometimes annoying clinginess. Of course, he knows he can be, er, tedious to date, so he tries his best to be as romantic as possible to make up for it.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Jackson is one of the few non-natives to Verona, who actually chose to come live there. Why? Jackson comes from Alabama, born of two successful parents. His mother is a physician in Birmingham and his father works as a lawyer. Naturally, the two had high expectations for their children. Jackson, the oldest of their two children, never seemed to live up these expectations. He was quite smart, but to his parents' frustration, seemed to lack any sort of grand dreams or aspiration. Jackson wanted a simple life; to become a high school teacher and live a simple life in a quiet neighborhood, that sort of thing. Well, his parents weren't happy about that and they often voiced their disapproval with his careeer path choice. Jackson's only real solace were his friends, all of which seemed to be surface-level only, and his girlfriend of a year.
Unfortunately, during his senior year of high school, when Jackson found out Maggie, the girl he thought he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with, cheated on him with his best friend, he wanted out. He wanted to get as far away from home and Alabama as possible where he could quietly pursue his lackluster dreams without catching shit from his parents or being around the same awful people he grew up with for the next four years at an in-state school. This is where Verona comes in. The community college was the tenth result on his Google search for "small town junior colleges," and it seemed perfect to him from the beginning. A fresh start, in what seemed to be a mystical, faraway land in a new time zone where the summers weren't sweltering and snow actually fell. Money was never a problem for the Pryce family, so Jackson probably could have flown out and bought a decent-sized home. Instead, two weeks after his high-school graduation, he gave an (admittedly) bittersweet goodbye to his family, he decided to take the week-long drive and spent 80% of his life savings on what is essentially a two-room shack and some entry-level courses, while he worked odd jobs when he needed the extra cash.
Jackson's first use of power was accidental. He was waking up the morning after having a "flu" for three days, and upon hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock, it shut off with a sort of frying sound. Later that day, with his phone in his hand, he noticed the charge symbol was on and the battery percentage was going up slowly... He knew something was very wrong about him, but he was afraid to guess what. He is currently terrified to tell anyone about it for fear of being labelled a freak.
Unfortunately, during his senior year of high school, when Jackson found out Maggie, the girl he thought he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with, cheated on him with his best friend, he wanted out. He wanted to get as far away from home and Alabama as possible where he could quietly pursue his lackluster dreams without catching shit from his parents or being around the same awful people he grew up with for the next four years at an in-state school. This is where Verona comes in. The community college was the tenth result on his Google search for "small town junior colleges," and it seemed perfect to him from the beginning. A fresh start, in what seemed to be a mystical, faraway land in a new time zone where the summers weren't sweltering and snow actually fell. Money was never a problem for the Pryce family, so Jackson probably could have flown out and bought a decent-sized home. Instead, two weeks after his high-school graduation, he gave an (admittedly) bittersweet goodbye to his family, he decided to take the week-long drive and spent 80% of his life savings on what is essentially a two-room shack and some entry-level courses, while he worked odd jobs when he needed the extra cash.
Jackson's first use of power was accidental. He was waking up the morning after having a "flu" for three days, and upon hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock, it shut off with a sort of frying sound. Later that day, with his phone in his hand, he noticed the charge symbol was on and the battery percentage was going up slowly... He knew something was very wrong about him, but he was afraid to guess what. He is currently terrified to tell anyone about it for fear of being labelled a freak.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Electricity manipulation
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Ascendant
● A B I L I T I E S ●
This is the ability to create, absorb, and manipulate electrical currents. Obviously, In it's dwindling stages, Jackson's power is both weak and uncontrolled. As described in his origin paragraph, he accidentally fried his alarm clock and was slowly charging his phone. Jackson is also able to discharge small amounts of electricity from his fingers if he concentrates, but that's most of it for now. He's still quite afraid of his power at the moment.
When full potential is reached, this power allows for the creation of sparks/bolts of electricity, allows for absorption/discharge of energy from/into electrical devices respectively. Nothing too fancy. Only other tidbit is his power is strengthened/amplified (though not necessarily enhanced/embellished) during an electrical storm when the air almost feels electric itself.
When full potential is reached, this power allows for the creation of sparks/bolts of electricity, allows for absorption/discharge of energy from/into electrical devices respectively. Nothing too fancy. Only other tidbit is his power is strengthened/amplified (though not necessarily enhanced/embellished) during an electrical storm when the air almost feels electric itself.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Jackson's ability has huge control implications. First off, it's vital to realize the many dangers that could arise when this power is overexerted or if Jackson loses control over it. Emotion is a big trigger for his power, so, heavens, imagine if he's going in for an emotional kiss and a spark comes from his lips and shocks his lover? It could be anywhere from a spark to an entire jolt. Or what if he gets momentarily angry at a friend and a bolt accidentally strikes him? What if he goes to start his car and putting the key into the ignition accidentally drains his battery dry? What if he tries to charge his phone with his power and it surges, causing it to explode in his hand? Also, while Jackson's body has heightened resistance to electricity, it doesn't mean he himself is immune to it either. If he were to summon a huge amount of power, all the electricity coursing through his body could literally disrupt his heartbeat and stop it.
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● N A M E ●
Aaliya Patel
Allie or Lia works too, for those that are too lazy to say the full thing. Though it's not that hard, is it?
● A G E ●
Eighteen
● G E N D E R ●
Female
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Senior High School student, but she can also complete commissioned requests through her Tumblr and DeviantArt pages.
● L O O K S ●
There isn't anything exactly striking about Aaliya, at least if you ask her. She has long, frizzy hair that she usually keeps out of her face in a ponytail, bun or side braid. Her hair is dark brown and reaches past her shoulder when untouched. Her eyes are wide and smile even wider, always curled into a welcoming smile that barely scratches at her optimistic and cheerful nature. Her wardrobe consists of comfortable, but stylish clothing - not to mention, cheap.
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
What Aaliya lacks for in looks, she makes for in personality. At least, that's what she had heard her brother say. Just like her wide, welcoming smile suggests, she's always open and clearly a cheerful person- almost to an annoying level. It's like nothing can rain on her parade and she's proud. Her happy-go-lucky nature does tend to rub people the wrong way. It may be because its just too annoying, or because sometimes Aaliya doesn't take things seriously. She will always look on the brigher side of things, even going as far as purposely dumbing herself down to make others feel better.
Because of her happy nature, Aaliya feels like she shouldn't ever let herself feel bad. That means any negative emotions she feels, she'll bottle it up. How bad will it look if the happy one isn't happy anymore? That's her logic anyway. Aaliya is thankful that she hasn't had any reason to feel real sorrow or anger, and so this bottling-up-negative-emotions works well enough for now when it comes to dealing with small town stressors.
Aaliya also has a short attention span. She loves to do anything exciting, a true adrenaline junkie (but its not like there's many chances in a small town like Verona). Aaliya is the type to pick up a hobby but drop it two days later all because it bored her. The only hobby she has ever stuck to, other than annoying the hell out of her older brother, is art - and that's only because of the possibilities that art offers, but she rarely finishes most of her sketches before she gets bored. Aaliya's need for excitement also means that she can be overly friendly and chatty. What's more exciting than other humans? While it may take her a while to realise when her presence is not wanted, she's not the type to force her friendship upon anyone. With Aaliya, you know what you're getting.
Because of her happy nature, Aaliya feels like she shouldn't ever let herself feel bad. That means any negative emotions she feels, she'll bottle it up. How bad will it look if the happy one isn't happy anymore? That's her logic anyway. Aaliya is thankful that she hasn't had any reason to feel real sorrow or anger, and so this bottling-up-negative-emotions works well enough for now when it comes to dealing with small town stressors.
Aaliya also has a short attention span. She loves to do anything exciting, a true adrenaline junkie (but its not like there's many chances in a small town like Verona). Aaliya is the type to pick up a hobby but drop it two days later all because it bored her. The only hobby she has ever stuck to, other than annoying the hell out of her older brother, is art - and that's only because of the possibilities that art offers, but she rarely finishes most of her sketches before she gets bored. Aaliya's need for excitement also means that she can be overly friendly and chatty. What's more exciting than other humans? While it may take her a while to realise when her presence is not wanted, she's not the type to force her friendship upon anyone. With Aaliya, you know what you're getting.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Aaliya is a true romantic at heart. It doesn't help she grew up adoring Bollywood movies, that have a tendancy to feature over-the-top romance, but despite the cheesiness that her brother scoffs at, Aaliya loves every moment of it. What's wrong with wanting to be seranaded every once in a while? Especially by a cute, and tall hunk - definitely tall. Anything taller than her is good enough. Being smart and funny is quite the bonus too.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Born to second-generation immigrants from India, Aaliya can admit she's had a relatively cushy life when compared to her zillion cousins back in her home village in the rural outskirts of Gujarat. Her parents weren't graced with her wonderful presence first, however, instead it was Aaliya's brother, Ajay they met first. Born two years earlier to two very young adults barely starting their own life, Arjun was almost like the trial child so when Aaliya was born, it was all smooth sailing from there.
Actually, it wasn't. They were just as demanding of Aaliya as they were of Ajay. They'd seen their first-born do so well in school, eventually leading to being the top student amongst his peers in school. While her parents were a little more considerate a second time around, ensuring Aaliya (and Ajay) would grow up being loved and happy, but successful too. That was the keyword after all; Aaliya's mother was a gynecologist in the local hospital, and her father taught Business in the local college.
At the age of seven, Aaliya discovered that her drawings weren't so bad. It wasn't exactly a talent, she couldn't exactly recreate a masterpiece like the Mona Lisa again, but it certainly wasn't terrible. It was a recreational hobby she enjoyed and was rewarded each time her mother stuck a drawing on the refrigerator.
From plain paper and colored crayons, her drawings developed into painting, and by the time she was thirteen, she was gifted her own digital tablet to keep her entertained on the condition that she'd focus on her education and not let art get to her head. It was only a hobby, Aaliya didn't have any plans to make a living out of it.
She had seen enough movies.
Moving onto high school, the pressure to do better than her brother grew harder for her to avoid. Ajay had moved out of the town to study Law in some big city, leaving her to be reminded constantly about his accomplishments. While she never did bad, it wasn't the best. Aaliya would avoid the pressure by staying back late under the pretense that she was studying in the library with friends, but in fact, she was holed up in the art club room, relaxing the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening away, only going home for dinner and bed.
This lasted until her senior year, and surprisingly she's yet to be caught by her parents. The day she discovered her powers was certainly a strange one. After taking the previous day off from being strangely ill (Aaliya never got ill, she was proud of her immune system, thank you very much!), she found herself already in the art room the next day, in her pyjamas and her hands a complete mess with a drawing of shattered glass on a pavement. At first, she brushed it off as sleep-walking-slash-drawing and forgot about her edgy sketch until it happened again. Two hours later, she "woke up" in the middle of Maths to find she had doodled on the back of her textbook without being fully aware of it, this time of a kid being tripped in the hall. Before she could brush this one off, she saw the exact same kid get tripped in the exact same place. Chalking it up to coincidence, she tried explaining away the many instances she'd "wake up" to a sketch only to see it happen later.
There are a few drawings that she's yet to identify or see happen in reality, and there are a few that she doesn't understand at all. Unable to figure out what exactly was going on, Aaliya decided to keep this to herself, after all it's not every day you wake up being a clairvoyant after being sick.
...But at least this makes her unique from her brother, so that counts for something, right?
Actually, it wasn't. They were just as demanding of Aaliya as they were of Ajay. They'd seen their first-born do so well in school, eventually leading to being the top student amongst his peers in school. While her parents were a little more considerate a second time around, ensuring Aaliya (and Ajay) would grow up being loved and happy, but successful too. That was the keyword after all; Aaliya's mother was a gynecologist in the local hospital, and her father taught Business in the local college.
At the age of seven, Aaliya discovered that her drawings weren't so bad. It wasn't exactly a talent, she couldn't exactly recreate a masterpiece like the Mona Lisa again, but it certainly wasn't terrible. It was a recreational hobby she enjoyed and was rewarded each time her mother stuck a drawing on the refrigerator.
From plain paper and colored crayons, her drawings developed into painting, and by the time she was thirteen, she was gifted her own digital tablet to keep her entertained on the condition that she'd focus on her education and not let art get to her head. It was only a hobby, Aaliya didn't have any plans to make a living out of it.
She had seen enough movies.
Moving onto high school, the pressure to do better than her brother grew harder for her to avoid. Ajay had moved out of the town to study Law in some big city, leaving her to be reminded constantly about his accomplishments. While she never did bad, it wasn't the best. Aaliya would avoid the pressure by staying back late under the pretense that she was studying in the library with friends, but in fact, she was holed up in the art club room, relaxing the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening away, only going home for dinner and bed.
This lasted until her senior year, and surprisingly she's yet to be caught by her parents. The day she discovered her powers was certainly a strange one. After taking the previous day off from being strangely ill (Aaliya never got ill, she was proud of her immune system, thank you very much!), she found herself already in the art room the next day, in her pyjamas and her hands a complete mess with a drawing of shattered glass on a pavement. At first, she brushed it off as sleep-walking-slash-drawing and forgot about her edgy sketch until it happened again. Two hours later, she "woke up" in the middle of Maths to find she had doodled on the back of her textbook without being fully aware of it, this time of a kid being tripped in the hall. Before she could brush this one off, she saw the exact same kid get tripped in the exact same place. Chalking it up to coincidence, she tried explaining away the many instances she'd "wake up" to a sketch only to see it happen later.
There are a few drawings that she's yet to identify or see happen in reality, and there are a few that she doesn't understand at all. Unable to figure out what exactly was going on, Aaliya decided to keep this to herself, after all it's not every day you wake up being a clairvoyant after being sick.
...But at least this makes her unique from her brother, so that counts for something, right?
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Precognitive Artistry
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mystic
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Aaliya can draw the future. That's the most basic way of putting it. When she's having a 'moment', as she puts it, Aaliya gets the sudden urge to draw, which she can't suppress. Even if it's a scribble in the corner of her notebook in the middle of History, Aaliya's mind will go blank and her hands will move without her consciously thinking about it.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Well, first of Aaliya can barely remember drawing. Sometimes she finds herself awake at four in the morning with her sketchbook out, tools scattered all across her desk and a sketch that she doesn't remember drawing. Because of this, Aaliya also has to figure out what her drawings mean, and depending on what has been drawn on the paper it can easily take a while before she figures out what it means.
The drawings she has may be completely random, and doesn't need to be about her own future (one time she drew her neighboour being locked out of their home after a long day at work) and that makes it infinitely more complicated to find out what the actual hell is going on.
There's also the fact that she can't exactly control when or where she'll get the need to draw, and when it hits, she cannot stop herself from drawing. So far she's been lucky that she's always been carrying a pen and could draw on a spare page in her notebook, but Aaliya doesn't know what will happen if she doesn't have either a tool to draw with or a canvas to draw on.
The drawings she has may be completely random, and doesn't need to be about her own future (one time she drew her neighboour being locked out of their home after a long day at work) and that makes it infinitely more complicated to find out what the actual hell is going on.
There's also the fact that she can't exactly control when or where she'll get the need to draw, and when it hits, she cannot stop herself from drawing. So far she's been lucky that she's always been carrying a pen and could draw on a spare page in her notebook, but Aaliya doesn't know what will happen if she doesn't have either a tool to draw with or a canvas to draw on.
● N A M E ●
Richard Shannon King
- Goes by King only! Any other nicknames are sorely unappreciated.
- Goes by King only! Any other nicknames are sorely unappreciated.
● A G E ●
17
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
High school student
- Being the son of a rather grandiose CEO has its perks, that being he really hasn't had much of a reason to go out and work. This, of course, has it's downsides however, and let's just say King isn't necessarily looking forward for a future without his mother's money on hand at all times.
- Being the son of a rather grandiose CEO has its perks, that being he really hasn't had much of a reason to go out and work. This, of course, has it's downsides however, and let's just say King isn't necessarily looking forward for a future without his mother's money on hand at all times.
● L O O K S ●
If Verona has anything worth while, it's pretty boys, and Richard King may be the star-angel on top of the Christmas tree of douche-baggary that such a title entails. Blessed with the best face European ancestry can buy, King is a fellow with good looks and he is well aware of it. With dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a grin that can cut down even the thickest of egos, it's no wonder King has such a big head. General narcissism keeps him looking the right amount of tousled, as he stops in front of any mirror in his way just to make sure he's looking his tip-top best. From working out for quite a few hours every week and keeping a strictly vegetarian diet (inspired by his mother), King works hard to keep up appearances.
His skin is ultimately peachy, just a shade darker than the usual Scottish sheet-white, and in the summer he is known to over-apply sunscreen to keep from burning alive. He bears a rather round jawline, though it does not to detract from his symmetrical face and vivid expression. Standing at a sturdy 6'1", he often times towers over his peers in high school, much to his own glee. His long legs helps greatly as one of the two running backs for Lincoln Memorial High School's one( and only) football team. Those who know him from football or school also may notice his seemingly thick aura of confidence, or- in general terms, his blatant disregard for the looks and feelings of others. He walks with his head high even as others try to tear into, and it is almost as if he has heard half of whatever someone has to say to him before, in a much worse light.
In his kingdom, his life, his head, King is a reigning superstar. His confidence may not be easily broken, but if one is able to crack his facade they may notice King's flinches when it comes to physical contact, or his odd fashion choices involving sweatshirts and long-sleeved shirts at all times of the year. Underneath his clothing lay a variety of scars and bruises, which can be easily written off as old battle scars from schoolyard shuffles but are in actuality remnants of fights with his controlling father. The most prominent scar lies on his right forearm, scaling around the crease of his elbow. This scar remains as raised flesh, ghastly white in color, and seems to be a constant anxiety trigger for King if others see it.
His skin is ultimately peachy, just a shade darker than the usual Scottish sheet-white, and in the summer he is known to over-apply sunscreen to keep from burning alive. He bears a rather round jawline, though it does not to detract from his symmetrical face and vivid expression. Standing at a sturdy 6'1", he often times towers over his peers in high school, much to his own glee. His long legs helps greatly as one of the two running backs for Lincoln Memorial High School's one( and only) football team. Those who know him from football or school also may notice his seemingly thick aura of confidence, or- in general terms, his blatant disregard for the looks and feelings of others. He walks with his head high even as others try to tear into, and it is almost as if he has heard half of whatever someone has to say to him before, in a much worse light.
In his kingdom, his life, his head, King is a reigning superstar. His confidence may not be easily broken, but if one is able to crack his facade they may notice King's flinches when it comes to physical contact, or his odd fashion choices involving sweatshirts and long-sleeved shirts at all times of the year. Underneath his clothing lay a variety of scars and bruises, which can be easily written off as old battle scars from schoolyard shuffles but are in actuality remnants of fights with his controlling father. The most prominent scar lies on his right forearm, scaling around the crease of his elbow. This scar remains as raised flesh, ghastly white in color, and seems to be a constant anxiety trigger for King if others see it.
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Young boys are full of rage, and King is no exception. A rather high-strung boy with his only outlets in life being football and music, Richard King can be considered very out of control with his emotions. Most will blame hormones, other may write it up to be his spoiled upbringing. King just really considers himself to be "living up his youth" by acting out so often. Teenage angst, teenage rage, teenage lust, he lets these emotions go wild within him because he thinks it's the right thing to do! Of course, this leads to him being a rather cruel person, especially when it comes to people he deems weaker or less influential than him. He'll barely bat an eyelash when meeting new people, and seems more keen on being an asshole then actually forming meaningful relationships with someone he doesn't consider worthy.
Despite not seeking friendships from strangers, King finds some enjoyment in flirting. While is style of flirting may not be entirely enjoyable, in fact it may border on annoying to some people, he knows his boundaries enough to know not to put his hands on someone, and seems to be very keen on personal space in general. King is a carnivorous, asshole pre-Frat boy, but he still seems to hold some humanity, especially for younger children and animals. He seems to bond quicker with people who hold him in decently high esteem while also drawing him in with an odd formula of kindness. His closest friends are often some of the softest people, oddly enough, but this may be because of time instead of similar personalities.
King is quick to insult, and quicker to fight. If anyone dares to threaten him or his (few but close) friends King will not bee able to resist putting them in their place. Despite this, King is also quick to flinch during certain situations. He is a high-functioning anxious teen, meaning while he doesn't easily get anxiety attacks he does experience them, and they are often times extremely uncontrollable. All of his mental blocks come from his verbally and physically abusive father, who often times knocks King down so hard that he has trouble getting back up in the end. This abuse is the cause of King's incredibly thick, conceited skin.
Despite not seeking friendships from strangers, King finds some enjoyment in flirting. While is style of flirting may not be entirely enjoyable, in fact it may border on annoying to some people, he knows his boundaries enough to know not to put his hands on someone, and seems to be very keen on personal space in general. King is a carnivorous, asshole pre-Frat boy, but he still seems to hold some humanity, especially for younger children and animals. He seems to bond quicker with people who hold him in decently high esteem while also drawing him in with an odd formula of kindness. His closest friends are often some of the softest people, oddly enough, but this may be because of time instead of similar personalities.
King is quick to insult, and quicker to fight. If anyone dares to threaten him or his (few but close) friends King will not bee able to resist putting them in their place. Despite this, King is also quick to flinch during certain situations. He is a high-functioning anxious teen, meaning while he doesn't easily get anxiety attacks he does experience them, and they are often times extremely uncontrollable. All of his mental blocks come from his verbally and physically abusive father, who often times knocks King down so hard that he has trouble getting back up in the end. This abuse is the cause of King's incredibly thick, conceited skin.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
King, despite his rather heterosexual-feeling vibes, is actually a freewheeling bisexual with a distinct interest in beautiful people. He cares entirely for the face of his significant other, as seen through his countless attractive exes. Currently, King seems content with simply just hooking up at parties and weaving around any personal confessions from strangers.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Victoria Sawyer was a powerful woman in Seattle, acting as a CEO in a well-known technology company that is currently working on upgrading the soft wear to most smartphones. Despite working nearly every day, nine to six, Victoria somehow managed to find love. The love in question was a one Henry King, a rather affluent author who's stories often focus on the despairs of war and political disputes. The two hit it off, and after a few years of engagement married and moved off to Verona, Washington. Sure, the move made commuting to work so much harder for the poor woman, but that was just a minor set back to her career. The first major obstacle that occurred from this marriage, however, came in the form of another life.
Richard King was born one bright August day to a work-sick mother and n absent father. While Victoria seemed to despise her son for getting her off work for a few months, the moment he opened his mouth to cry she fell in love. Her usual cold demeanor faded into a soft motherly glow, and King spent his entire childhood spoiled by his mother and otherwise ignored by his office-dwelling father. Of course, once King was old enough to fend for himself at home, Victoria gave birth to another child. King's sister, Astrid, was a quiet ball of sunshine. Victoria and King watched over her like hawks. Henry was, once again, just another quiet soul in the massive house.
Eventually, Victoria returned full time to work, leaving a young nine-year-old King alone to watch after his sister. King often times spent his days with the neighbors, befriending the young Alice who often played put in the garden with his sister while also finding comfort in the homeyness their household offered.
The first real, real encounter he had with his father was when Astrid accidentally knocked a stack of papers off his desk one winter night. The first thing he remembers is Henry raising his fist to his eight-year-old sister. The next was searing pain, a sharp slap to the face, and a haggard, smoker's voice screaming, "YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF HER-- KEEP HER UNDER CONTROL, DICK."
The abuse escalated through the years as King slowly began to grow rebellious against his father. He was ridiculed for smoking, drinking, loving both genders, playing his guitar too loud, not playing football hard enough. Henry King ruthlessly berated his son, willing him down into nothing but an uncontrollable bully with extreme anxiety and trust issues. His name became a trigger to him, his house was no safe place. The only few things keeping him within those mansion walls were Marie, his distant mother, and their pet bulldog, Knight.
When the sickness hit Verona, King was throwing beer bottles at The Gallery's walls in frustration. The anger was bore form a fresh hand print on his face, a slap to the face from listening to his favorite music just a tad bit too loud for his father's tastes. What hit him first was a headache, a soft tugging on his conscious that willed him to sit down, don't move, don't breathe. It hurt, knocked him stunned for a moment, and then the shivers came. Inexplicable chills that drove him from the walls of the abandoned building back towards Riveredge. Once his feet hit his front lawn, however, dizziness took over, and King would later find out he was discovered passed out on their front steps, seemingly comatose.
And when he awoke, nothing was the same.
Richard King was born one bright August day to a work-sick mother and n absent father. While Victoria seemed to despise her son for getting her off work for a few months, the moment he opened his mouth to cry she fell in love. Her usual cold demeanor faded into a soft motherly glow, and King spent his entire childhood spoiled by his mother and otherwise ignored by his office-dwelling father. Of course, once King was old enough to fend for himself at home, Victoria gave birth to another child. King's sister, Astrid, was a quiet ball of sunshine. Victoria and King watched over her like hawks. Henry was, once again, just another quiet soul in the massive house.
Eventually, Victoria returned full time to work, leaving a young nine-year-old King alone to watch after his sister. King often times spent his days with the neighbors, befriending the young Alice who often played put in the garden with his sister while also finding comfort in the homeyness their household offered.
The first real, real encounter he had with his father was when Astrid accidentally knocked a stack of papers off his desk one winter night. The first thing he remembers is Henry raising his fist to his eight-year-old sister. The next was searing pain, a sharp slap to the face, and a haggard, smoker's voice screaming, "YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF HER-- KEEP HER UNDER CONTROL, DICK."
The abuse escalated through the years as King slowly began to grow rebellious against his father. He was ridiculed for smoking, drinking, loving both genders, playing his guitar too loud, not playing football hard enough. Henry King ruthlessly berated his son, willing him down into nothing but an uncontrollable bully with extreme anxiety and trust issues. His name became a trigger to him, his house was no safe place. The only few things keeping him within those mansion walls were Marie, his distant mother, and their pet bulldog, Knight.
When the sickness hit Verona, King was throwing beer bottles at The Gallery's walls in frustration. The anger was bore form a fresh hand print on his face, a slap to the face from listening to his favorite music just a tad bit too loud for his father's tastes. What hit him first was a headache, a soft tugging on his conscious that willed him to sit down, don't move, don't breathe. It hurt, knocked him stunned for a moment, and then the shivers came. Inexplicable chills that drove him from the walls of the abandoned building back towards Riveredge. Once his feet hit his front lawn, however, dizziness took over, and King would later find out he was discovered passed out on their front steps, seemingly comatose.
And when he awoke, nothing was the same.
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Empathy
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mastermind
● A B I L I T I E S ●
King's empathy, at first, is merely just the ability to view another person's emotions as an aura surrounding them. Emotions appear as various different colors to him, forming almost a kaleidoscope affect with his mind if he happens to be near a crowd of people or interacting with someone who is considerably emotional. Being able to sense emotions may seem useless in a fight, but in reality it makes King a great (and slightly unstable) negotiator, who is able to sense someone's inner turmoil and use it against them if at all necessary. As his powers grow, he soon gains the ability to slightly alter the emotions of others. This ability will not entirely change their mood if the person is able to fend off the foreign emotions, so it is not complete persuasion, instead it can be considered a form of negotiation.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
- King is unable to control the input or output of the emotions around him.
- No possible way to attack or defend self with this ability.
- Experiences intense migraines after attempting to alter someone's emotions.
- Crowds are his downfall; too many emotions can seriously affect his mental health.
- His mood may be altered by the emotions of others, and thus he may be acting on feelings that are not entirely his own.
- No possible way to attack or defend self with this ability.
- Experiences intense migraines after attempting to alter someone's emotions.
- Crowds are his downfall; too many emotions can seriously affect his mental health.
- His mood may be altered by the emotions of others, and thus he may be acting on feelings that are not entirely his own.
Lawful Newtral Black Leg
Member
Seen
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B A S I C P R O F I L E
● N A M E ●
Jacqueline Desmarais.
People call her Jackie for simplicity's sake and she doesn't exactly object. It's catchy.
People call her Jackie for simplicity's sake and she doesn't exactly object. It's catchy.
● A G E ●
24.
● G E N D E R ●
Female.
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
College student, physics major. She's due to graduate soon. She also has side hustles in the form of working as a clerk at One Thousand Pages and amateur writing. Aspires to own that damn bookshop someday.
● L O O K S ●
A baby face with a woman's body, Jackie is a lithe and curvaceous young woman, rather tall too, at 5'9". Her soft, sun-kissed skin is a shade of tawny beige and her curly, dark brown hair reaches down to just below her shoulders. Her beady, close-set eyes match her hair in dark brownness and also sport double eyelids, which she knows to be a desirable feature for some reason. When using her powers, however, her eye color changes to marble-like gray from sclera to pupil. People have often pointed out how young Jackie looks as far as her face goes. She has a round-shaped face with chubby cheeks and a subtle buck tooth.
Jackie dresses quite conservatively. Perhaps the only way to describe her style is with the words 'arty' and 'cheap'. Most of what she wears are brand-less or secondhand, with a tendency towards flannel shirts and dark leggings. There's also this one trilby hat that's her favorite; she wears it at any given chance.
Jackie dresses quite conservatively. Perhaps the only way to describe her style is with the words 'arty' and 'cheap'. Most of what she wears are brand-less or secondhand, with a tendency towards flannel shirts and dark leggings. There's also this one trilby hat that's her favorite; she wears it at any given chance.
P S Y C H E
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Jacqueline comes as she is. She has her heart on her sleeve and is unabashed about it. Overemotional is pushing it, but she certainly doesn't make an effort to suppress her emotions. An honest and transparent woman, she tries her best to not come across a person to avoid. You definitely won't find her intentionally doing anything to anger someone or otherwise cause unpleasant feelings between them. When taking into account how naturally playful and flirty she is, it becomes hard to not notice when she happens to like you. It happens often, so get ready.
A calm and level head becomes both Jackie's strength and weakness. On the one hand, she doesn't panic in the face of adversity, but on the other hand, she doesn't panic in the face of adversity. While keeping composure is certainly useful in all sorts of situations, she also finds it difficult to react to major problems with the sort of urgency that is typically expected, even required. This is probably why she wouldn't fit as a leading type, to be honest.
One thing to note about Jackie is how she values the opinions and words of her peers, family and even strangers. Not to be confused with insecurity; she just has a high sense of self-improvement. She understands that she isn't perfect and is susceptible to faults, like all humans. Thus there is always room for self-improvement. And in her opinion, relying on solely what she says about herself hinders that regard because obviously the mind is hugely biased against itself. Unfortunately, she extends this to other people. Though meaning well, she can inadvertently turn judgmental and criticize others, the latter mostly to her friends since they can tolerate it for sure.
A calm and level head becomes both Jackie's strength and weakness. On the one hand, she doesn't panic in the face of adversity, but on the other hand, she doesn't panic in the face of adversity. While keeping composure is certainly useful in all sorts of situations, she also finds it difficult to react to major problems with the sort of urgency that is typically expected, even required. This is probably why she wouldn't fit as a leading type, to be honest.
One thing to note about Jackie is how she values the opinions and words of her peers, family and even strangers. Not to be confused with insecurity; she just has a high sense of self-improvement. She understands that she isn't perfect and is susceptible to faults, like all humans. Thus there is always room for self-improvement. And in her opinion, relying on solely what she says about herself hinders that regard because obviously the mind is hugely biased against itself. Unfortunately, she extends this to other people. Though meaning well, she can inadvertently turn judgmental and criticize others, the latter mostly to her friends since they can tolerate it for sure.
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Jacqueline is arguably not the romantic type, but is a shameless flirt nonetheless. She has had numerous lovers spanning both genders in her adult life, but has yet to enter a serious relationship with anyone. The longest she has stayed with one partner is a measly three weeks. For lack of better wording, she has attachment issues; the thought of solely one love seems impossible to apply to her and, honestly, that scares her because there's a good chance she'll end up alone with that kind of life.
Probably unrelated, but Jackie has a preference for young, fresh out of high school girls. There's a reason her father forbids her from getting a job anywhere near Lincoln Memorial High.
Probably unrelated, but Jackie has a preference for young, fresh out of high school girls. There's a reason her father forbids her from getting a job anywhere near Lincoln Memorial High.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
The Desmarais name holds weight in Canada as a family of successful businesspersons, but the Desmarais we're going to talk about is not affiliated with those people. We are talking about Emile Desmarais, a fifty year old Verona bachelor that is known as the most trustworthy man in town. Himself an orphan with neither bias nor connections and a man grown in self-reliance combined with faith, he has served many different things, from college groundskeep to mayor's assistant to grave guardian undertaker of Verona's cemetery and is now enjoying early retirement while he still looks young. If anything, he deserved it.
Born Jacqueline Lacroix, her Canadian parents were planning to visit their American relatives in Verona, but died in a tragic car accident on the outskirt just a year after her birth. Normally, she would be placed in an orphanage, but wouldn't you know it, fellow orphan of ambiguous French-Canadian lineage Emile Desmarais came forward to instantly take her under his wing. No one knew why he wanted to adopt her in particular, but the people in charge trusted him enough to allow it. Thus she was now Jacqueline Desmarais.
Old man Emile showed great care in raising young Jacqueline, not wanting to do anything that could potentially harm her. Often times, he'd ask child caring advice from neighboring parents whom he knew for sure to be upstanding parents. Sometimes he overdid it with the carefulness, but it was borne from love. He also made sure 'Jackie' knew that she was adopted as soon as possible. He'd take her to her birth parents' graves every Sunday. Our girl would grow up to be a good, intelligent kid, also just a bit spoiled. Her household was a simple one; there wasn't much luxury to be had apart from television, warm water, a computer and cheap Internet. Simplicity, or rather frugality would then seep into her future life.
Academics were not a problem at all. Jackie was blessed to be smart and was also blessed to continue to be smart as she rolled onto college. Her grades were high and stable and she was sustaining an independent life very well. When the stranger things happened to town, she didn't think much of it, but when everyone fell into sickness and then a deep sleep, Jackie joined them. And awoke with a bizarre power to see into the pasts of objects and people.
Not exactly a glamorous power, but it of course had its uses. Perhaps Jackie could take up detective work and put Sherlock to shame.
Born Jacqueline Lacroix, her Canadian parents were planning to visit their American relatives in Verona, but died in a tragic car accident on the outskirt just a year after her birth. Normally, she would be placed in an orphanage, but wouldn't you know it, fellow orphan of ambiguous French-Canadian lineage Emile Desmarais came forward to instantly take her under his wing. No one knew why he wanted to adopt her in particular, but the people in charge trusted him enough to allow it. Thus she was now Jacqueline Desmarais.
Old man Emile showed great care in raising young Jacqueline, not wanting to do anything that could potentially harm her. Often times, he'd ask child caring advice from neighboring parents whom he knew for sure to be upstanding parents. Sometimes he overdid it with the carefulness, but it was borne from love. He also made sure 'Jackie' knew that she was adopted as soon as possible. He'd take her to her birth parents' graves every Sunday. Our girl would grow up to be a good, intelligent kid, also just a bit spoiled. Her household was a simple one; there wasn't much luxury to be had apart from television, warm water, a computer and cheap Internet. Simplicity, or rather frugality would then seep into her future life.
Academics were not a problem at all. Jackie was blessed to be smart and was also blessed to continue to be smart as she rolled onto college. Her grades were high and stable and she was sustaining an independent life very well. When the stranger things happened to town, she didn't think much of it, but when everyone fell into sickness and then a deep sleep, Jackie joined them. And awoke with a bizarre power to see into the pasts of objects and people.
Not exactly a glamorous power, but it of course had its uses. Perhaps Jackie could take up detective work and put Sherlock to shame.
T H E M U N D A N E
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Retrocognition.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mystic.
● A B I L I T I E S ●
By putting a great deal of mental focus to a person or object clearly visible to her naked eye, Jacqueline is able to view, in the form of a short vision, said person or object's past position and/or actions. She likes to call this power 'Backtracking'. The range of time in the past that she can view is currently unknown. The first time she's applied such a power was on the family car; she witnessed it being bought twenty seven years ago by her father and then witnessed it getting crashed for the first of many times (Mr. Desmarais has never been a good driver). She assumes from this instance that the visions only highlight significant events that have happened to the object/person, but this isn't concrete.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Just as entering a backtracking vision takes a great deal of effort, so too does exiting it. Until she does exit the vision, Jacqueline is completely unable to see the present. She's harried by the constant, irrational fear of her sight getting literally stuck in the past. Liberal use of backtracking, or use of it without preparation, also causes an insane amount of strain in the brain. On the aforementioned first time using her vision on the family car, she blacked out completely for about half an hour and was actually hospitalized for the trouble. There's also no telling what sort of unspeakable things are left in the past and is quite scared to use her powers on just anything.
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”I’m going to live until I die.”
● N A M E ●
Marcella Dianne Bonaparte II.
● A G E ●
22
● G E N D E R ●
Female.
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Receptionist at the Mayor’s office (High School Diploma only).
● L O O K S ●
Marcella has naturally dark brown hair and unassuming if somewhat piercing green eyes. She has a small nose, and a small mouth making her eyes look all the larger. Her face is mostly rounded and soft typically others seem to think she ‘looks nice’. She is commonly found wearing one of two outfits. A more work appropriate blouse and skirt combo, or a much more casual tank top and jeans/yoga pants. She also sports large, over the ear headphones to help drown out noise. She is the type to generally be caught looking over her shoulder and has more than a few fidgety mannerisms, for example: drumming her fingers on the nearest hard surface she can find. She has a small tattoo on her ankle that she regrets from her eighteenth birthday.
“I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
To start at a skin deep level, Marcella is a boisterous rather amusing person. Never one to shy away from making a joke or putting herself out there. She is constantly attempting to make friends, but is fairly bad at following through with plans or keeping in touch. As this has been a problem present for most of her life she does not have many friends – but primarily it manifested as an issue for Marcella at the brisk age of ten.
Going a little deeper than that however, it becomes apparent Marcella isn’t leading a very healthy life style. What with the constant cup of joe, bags under her eyes, and always having to ask people to repeat themselves. She is in a constant state of overtiredness much due to her ado with her mediumship. She doesn’t like her ability all that much – although she’d have to be remiss to let you know that. Marcella is very much afraid of more than a few things. The primary situations being death, as every dead voice she’s heard so far has been restless and very much in pain, and commitment. She has no idea how to go about a relationship or loving someone, she barely knows who she is after all. As such, she is horrified by the concept of commitment. The commitment to someone, to help them and be helped by them.
At the end of the day Marcella’s biggest detractor will always be herself. Constantly scolding herself and overanalyzing her interactions with people. Even though it may not be immediately evident or clear to someone she is speaking to at all. The most surprising thing about her interactions is the gross dichotomy of the ‘Marcella’ she presents to others and the one she truly is.
Going a little deeper than that however, it becomes apparent Marcella isn’t leading a very healthy life style. What with the constant cup of joe, bags under her eyes, and always having to ask people to repeat themselves. She is in a constant state of overtiredness much due to her ado with her mediumship. She doesn’t like her ability all that much – although she’d have to be remiss to let you know that. Marcella is very much afraid of more than a few things. The primary situations being death, as every dead voice she’s heard so far has been restless and very much in pain, and commitment. She has no idea how to go about a relationship or loving someone, she barely knows who she is after all. As such, she is horrified by the concept of commitment. The commitment to someone, to help them and be helped by them.
At the end of the day Marcella’s biggest detractor will always be herself. Constantly scolding herself and overanalyzing her interactions with people. Even though it may not be immediately evident or clear to someone she is speaking to at all. The most surprising thing about her interactions is the gross dichotomy of the ‘Marcella’ she presents to others and the one she truly is.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Aren’t we all looking for love? Marcella isn’t – at least, not yet. She’s gay, single and looking to strictly mingle. She has a huge problem with commitment after all. If you’re thinking of walking down that avenue you should be warned, she’s a mess.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Marcella, even from a young age was always a kind of weird person. She didn’t really understand how best to interact with people her age and often times found herself missing out on birthday parties as a young child. Early on, Marcella had two passions in her life. While her father tried to push her towards Hockey it started, of course at skating. It was around her fifth or sixth lesson when she realized that she had grown enamored. She began figure skating at the age of eleven and from that point it was a massive part of her life. Her second passion is operatic singing and music. While she doesn't have the voice for it herself she, at a school trip to the opera she became immediately and intensely interested in it.
Her mother was always very supportive of her decision to study figure skating in lessons and opera in an academic setting. She was set on it from such a young age, she may even make friends, her mother would rationalize.
However, when Marcella was in high school she began to be looked at strangely. She was used to having a lot of alone time. But this was different. This was like she was poisonous. She would look at someone else and they would look away. Marcella didn't get it. It took a while to find out that along with the popularization of Facebook, so to came group chats. Some rumours had been spread about her and she became a running joke. It took a year to even find out what the rumours were, mostly nonsensical bullshit. But it affected her confidence deeply.
That's why when Marcella turned Eighteen and moved to Verona, she was as outgoing as possible. Always making jokes attempting to be friends with just about anyone that'll listen. But Marcella has little to no follow through on a strong opening swing. When everyone fell asleep, however, Marcella awoke a different woman. She was no longer alone.
Now Marcella can hear the voices of the dead. But the issue, is that she can't not hear them.
Her mother was always very supportive of her decision to study figure skating in lessons and opera in an academic setting. She was set on it from such a young age, she may even make friends, her mother would rationalize.
However, when Marcella was in high school she began to be looked at strangely. She was used to having a lot of alone time. But this was different. This was like she was poisonous. She would look at someone else and they would look away. Marcella didn't get it. It took a while to find out that along with the popularization of Facebook, so to came group chats. Some rumours had been spread about her and she became a running joke. It took a year to even find out what the rumours were, mostly nonsensical bullshit. But it affected her confidence deeply.
That's why when Marcella turned Eighteen and moved to Verona, she was as outgoing as possible. Always making jokes attempting to be friends with just about anyone that'll listen. But Marcella has little to no follow through on a strong opening swing. When everyone fell asleep, however, Marcella awoke a different woman. She was no longer alone.
Now Marcella can hear the voices of the dead. But the issue, is that she can't not hear them.
“Bruce Wayne’s parents die and he goes to Tibet. Superman is an Alien, Spiderman got bit by the nuclear spider, but I just hear dead people. I’m basically the kid from Sixth Sense.”
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Mediumship.
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Mystic.
● A B I L I T I E S ●
At this point (the beginning) of the RP, Marcella has very little power or control over it. She can currently hear the voices of the dead, though she has only luck to hope for with communicating back. When she is near a place in which someone who has died has attached their spirit to, that voice is the most commanding. So it can be a different voice every couple minutes on a bus/car ride. Marcella finds it incredibly distracting.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
One of the main issues Marcella constantly runs up against is that she does not use her abilities. They are a fact of life as she has not found any way in which to turn them off so to speak. This has caused serious mental stress, and has honestly impaired her judgement to a quite real degree. Marcella has a low amount of willpower and is easily tricked, partially because she is quick to want to leave a situation and partially because of her constant tiredness and her trouble sleeping.
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Nöel Barbara Beauchamp.
● A G E ●
22
● G E N D E R ●
Female
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Tattoo artist.
● L O O K S ●
Noel has a ton of tattoos, which is probably the most notable thing about her. Most of both of her arms are covered. She also has a few outer thigh tattoos along with a large coat of arms on her back. When one looks at Noel, they see someone who is incredibly jubilant. She is always smiling, always laughing. If someone were to catch Noel when she was on her own they might catch her at one of the only times she isn’t smiling. Typically, when she doesn’t have someone else to bounce off of, she internalizes everything and catches herself having full conversations with herself, explaining her course of action and what is going to happen next.
While her wardrobe is too varied to go into great detail about, a few notable elements of it come to mind. She is very rarely found wearing tight clothing, opting more towards baggy large sweaters/coats and loose fitting tank tops. The only real exception to this is shorts and jeans, but she is no stranger to the nice pair of sweatpants either.
She stands around five feet and four inches and is rather small, but she makes up for it in her energy.
While her wardrobe is too varied to go into great detail about, a few notable elements of it come to mind. She is very rarely found wearing tight clothing, opting more towards baggy large sweaters/coats and loose fitting tank tops. The only real exception to this is shorts and jeans, but she is no stranger to the nice pair of sweatpants either.
She stands around five feet and four inches and is rather small, but she makes up for it in her energy.
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Skin deep – Noel seems to be someone who couldn’t be kept down. She was the prom queen of her high school’s senior prom, she was the chairwoman of yearbook, everyone in high school loved her and she got to that point by just being nice, mostly earnest. In high school Noel was just kind of respected. She had most of her tattoos already because she had been dating one of the artists at the parlor for a long time, which in turn gained her a decent amount of respect, especially from her peers. She also knew how to deal with people who would attempt to take her position as queen bee, which is to say she simply accepted them into her friend group. Most of the ended up being so desperate for friends that they’d simply appreciate her kindness.
The main crutch of her position right now is that since high school ended and everyone parted ways… Noel has kind of not done anything. At first, people came and visited the parlor and it was great. It felt like everyone would always keep Noel in mind. But recently, she’s found herself completely alone. This has left Noel somewhat at odds with herself. She feels many things because of it, but primarily she is simply lonely. She is scared that she peaked in high school and from this point forward the only thing she has going for her is an empty life full of skin deep relationships.
The main crutch of her position right now is that since high school ended and everyone parted ways… Noel has kind of not done anything. At first, people came and visited the parlor and it was great. It felt like everyone would always keep Noel in mind. But recently, she’s found herself completely alone. This has left Noel somewhat at odds with herself. She feels many things because of it, but primarily she is simply lonely. She is scared that she peaked in high school and from this point forward the only thing she has going for her is an empty life full of skin deep relationships.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Noel has had very little experience in romance in her life, but she is a single bisexual girl who is fairly confident in her own body. She isn’t looking for someone to support her, even though it may be what she needs as her confidence in herself, her spirit as it were, is not the best. Ever since the incident Noel has been feeling fairly lost, she doesn’t know where to go from here at all. Thusly, she would be hesitant to start a relationship due to feeling like she would weight someone else down. It would take someone being a very loving and kind person, along with at least a little quirky/funny to spur Noel’s romantic interest.
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
Noel, as previously mentioned was a fairly popular high school student and someone that always had felt like she garnered respect from most of the people she interacted with and had grown to know. At a very young age her father who was raising her as a single parent taught her how to play the ukulele. He was Hawaiian himself while her mother was French and had been playing the instrument since he too was just a boy. Even from a young age, Noel was always viewed as ‘such a lucky girl’ by her peers.
She get packed left over pizza in her lunch, or get some McDonalds delivered to her on her birthday and it was always something that other kids looked at her jealously about. But her father had always taught her that making a friend with a simple jesture that would only impact Noel for a day or two was always better than keeping whatever she had to herself. Thusly, every birthday she had during grade school she would always let her friends or someone who forgot their lunch have her McDonalds instead. This was the start of Noel’s increasing popularity.
At fourteen, during her ninth grade year Noel had already built a reputation of being exceptionally kind. She always helped others when she could and really sacrificed a lot of moments she could’ve had to bolster those of others. Even when she had her rebellious phase from fifteen to eighteen, she was hardly rebellious at all. She started dating a girl named Cynthia, who worked at the tattoo parlor and did a lot of Noel’s art. But her father was mostly accepting of everything but the age gap between them. Cynthia was eighteen turning nineteen at the time and Noel was barely fifteen.
But she had always been mature for her age. The first real major issue came up when Cynthia broke up with Noel after two and a half years. Just a little before her grade twelve graduation. Cynthia had cited the main reason was because she couldn’t date someone that did so little for herself that she wasn’t sure who Noel was anymore. Noel had been living for others entirely up until this point and had not really taken any time to discover who she was so much so to an almost laughable point. She couldn’t come up with a favourite colour, movie, song, artist. There was nothing individualistic about her.
This was only further pronounced when she graduated and was left with nothing, really. Her grades were slightly below average and she couldn’t get into her first three choices of colleges and thusly took a job as a tattoo artist, having enough of an artistic style to be able to do that at least. But even as the alternative girl working in the tattoo parlor, she felt as though she was doing that simply as a way of proving she was unique. However, all she did was further prove she had no idea what she wanted from life, herself or others in her life.
After the incident, Verona has been a fairly cloudy and Noel can’t help but feel a link to it. She has no idea where she is going or what to do next, but for some reason, she knows the weather. She knows the weather when she’s underground and she’s right. She knows it when she’s asleep or just waking up.
She get packed left over pizza in her lunch, or get some McDonalds delivered to her on her birthday and it was always something that other kids looked at her jealously about. But her father had always taught her that making a friend with a simple jesture that would only impact Noel for a day or two was always better than keeping whatever she had to herself. Thusly, every birthday she had during grade school she would always let her friends or someone who forgot their lunch have her McDonalds instead. This was the start of Noel’s increasing popularity.
At fourteen, during her ninth grade year Noel had already built a reputation of being exceptionally kind. She always helped others when she could and really sacrificed a lot of moments she could’ve had to bolster those of others. Even when she had her rebellious phase from fifteen to eighteen, she was hardly rebellious at all. She started dating a girl named Cynthia, who worked at the tattoo parlor and did a lot of Noel’s art. But her father was mostly accepting of everything but the age gap between them. Cynthia was eighteen turning nineteen at the time and Noel was barely fifteen.
But she had always been mature for her age. The first real major issue came up when Cynthia broke up with Noel after two and a half years. Just a little before her grade twelve graduation. Cynthia had cited the main reason was because she couldn’t date someone that did so little for herself that she wasn’t sure who Noel was anymore. Noel had been living for others entirely up until this point and had not really taken any time to discover who she was so much so to an almost laughable point. She couldn’t come up with a favourite colour, movie, song, artist. There was nothing individualistic about her.
This was only further pronounced when she graduated and was left with nothing, really. Her grades were slightly below average and she couldn’t get into her first three choices of colleges and thusly took a job as a tattoo artist, having enough of an artistic style to be able to do that at least. But even as the alternative girl working in the tattoo parlor, she felt as though she was doing that simply as a way of proving she was unique. However, all she did was further prove she had no idea what she wanted from life, herself or others in her life.
After the incident, Verona has been a fairly cloudy and Noel can’t help but feel a link to it. She has no idea where she is going or what to do next, but for some reason, she knows the weather. She knows the weather when she’s underground and she’s right. She knows it when she’s asleep or just waking up.
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Weather Manipulation
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Ascendant
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Currently, there are two specific things that happen because of this ability. The first, is that Noel is always aware of the weather, she has an acute awareness of when it changes and how long it will take to change. This only applies to the area she is in however. The second is that, passively, the weather is currently changing based on how she feels. She is not aware of this yet, however her mood has very direct correlations as to waht the weather is currently.
Currently there are three potential outcomes for this:
If she is happy it will be sunny and somewhat humid.
If she is feeling lost it will be overcast and windy.
If she is sad it will be raining at about 12-15 mm per hour. Which is classifiably a heavier rain but nothing that could flood or damage crops.
Currently there are three potential outcomes for this:
If she is happy it will be sunny and somewhat humid.
If she is feeling lost it will be overcast and windy.
If she is sad it will be raining at about 12-15 mm per hour. Which is classifiably a heavier rain but nothing that could flood or damage crops.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
She has no inherent benefits from her abilities other than optimal picnic planning, especially when she is not under any amount of control of her abilities. At a later state of more control it will take fine precision to not damage the ecosystem however, the weather is a cycle for a reason and messing with that cycle could be like advancing global warming by decades ore centuries.
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