Intuition would very likely make itself Gilbert Halloran's closest ally - or his greatest adversary. As impressions have it, the average stranger falls into either of two trappings with Mr. Halloran: either that he is an unassuming, reserved introvert, or that he is an unabashed, outgoing spirit. From birth until now, Gilbert has entertained the joy of overcoming challenge, with each problem a welcome obstacle — an opportunity, if you will, for growth — and he has taken pliancy as his tool for change. Whether a battle of wit, a clash of opinion, or a scuffle of friends, Gilbert is ready for whatever life will set before him. His mind is a flowing sea of information, and it breathes in shallow gasps of new knowledge, new thoughts, new feelings, and new experiences. He is highly resistant against the influential tide of the establishment, of the authorities that be, and of the majority and thus will not be weakly swayed, but he is also somewhat skeptical of those who nonsensically criticize the government or who denigrate it for all the wrong reasons.

Without mistake, although Gilbert might present the brains of a strong academic and flaunt an unyielding but mutable character, deep inside the boy is compassionate and sensitive to even the most subtle of social ticks. Some would say that Gilbert simply understands the deepest feelings. He is very good at communicating his feelings, and with the proper crowd, he can hold a large influence on the thinking of the group. No doubt a born leader, his adaptability and skills with people may make him an unrivaled power in any sort of social court. Gilbert's vibrant energy radiates a furnace's warmth, but like the winter, it can turn bitterly cold if it is not tended to. His last strength is his ability to unflinchingly let go of people and of feelings, a leaf to the wind.

Mr. Halloran is not without fault, however much he might seem an innocuous creature. He is caught by petty thoughts almost regularly, and in his darkest hours, he can barely control his temper or his depressive moods. Gilbert is no stranger to time alone from whomever he enthralls himself with at any moment, and with those he loves, he may struggle by expressing his feelings too strongly or too early, especially if he misjudges another person's interest. Although Gilbert eventually notices every tick of his friends and family, he may take far too long to recognize the pain in another person, and he cannot reasonably be expected to see the harm he does to others before it is inflicted. When confronted with a different worldview, he is typically open, but if he feels even the slightest bit offended by some tinge of disrespect, he will quickly evade the reproach of his opponent. This leaves Gilbert with constant insecurities: that he is not wise or intelligent enough, that he is not as kind or as thoughtful as he would like to be, and that he is not as charming or as good-looking as he wishes to be.


Gilbert has always presented a subtle aptitude for something which could be akin to magic. It is unclear what extent this ability is capable of; however, it can be inferred that it may be trained or tempered to do many new things, as is the case with other potential magicians. Of course, these abilities do not yet rival that of the greatest so-called 'sorcerers' of the day. For now, he can lower the temperature of and move any fluid, gas or liquid, but lighter fluids are much easier. He can also create a spark or a small light, both by snapping his fingers deliberately, and he can also telekinetically pull his clothes to himself from the closet, which is a very fun way to get ready for the day. Currently, extreme emotions of anger or sadness can trigger disturbances in his environment, similar to poltergeists.


A burning home. The sound of sirens. These were the images of Gilbert's lost past. He remembered little of that day and that age, and he had no recollection of any other family besides his parents. He knew he had grandparents, and he had pictures of them, but what became of them was a mystery. What he did remember was that his parents fled the United States for the safety of Mundin, perhaps out of nativist pressures against his mother, perhaps for other reasons, and it was in Mundin where he made his life since he was two-years-old. He had a relatively uninteresting youth, and he was put through the same strict disciplinary education that all the others had gone through. He had an ugly early education; his promising mind was subject to much pressure from the students for his difference, from his parents for his procrastination, and from the teachers for his insubordination. Nonetheless, he came to perform relatively well in his schooling, enough to land him in a good university in Mundin where he could further his pursuits.

Name: Tohi Li/Tony Lee
Age: 47/333
Gender: Male
Race/Nationality: Japanese-American, bonded with a summon.
Appearance:

6'6", 210 on a long lean frame. Yes, he has claws.
Personality:
Impulsive, brash, catty. Cocky to the point of overconfident and refusing to admit when he's wrong.
Abilities:
Feline physiology:
Night vision, scent, 30 foot standing jump, superhuman agility and balance
Superhuman speed:
He operates at ten times the speed of a peak athletic human. He can run a mile in 30 seconds giving him a speed of 120MPH. He can act, react, and strike at ten times the speed of other black belts(world record is 347 punches in one minute, assume average 300 for peak martial art athlete, divide by 60 is 5 strikes in one second. He can land 50.)
[This is by no means ANYTHING compared to quicksilver or the flash who can pop in and out of the sound barrier at will or even travel at the speed of light/radio waves]
Demonic endurance:
Between the feline physiology and the decaplexed speed, he can heal wounds in one tenth the time of others and burns through pharmaceuticals almost too quickly to be of any use.
Biography:
Tohi Lee was a good old southern boy from Tennessee, his grandfather had faced the troubles of being an immigrant Japanese after world war two, it didn't get much better after the Korean war or Veitnam war. So he abandoned most of their Asian trappings and even paid for the surgery to widen his families eyes. It was as much an act of shame as it was needed to survive...Then Bruce Lee came out and everyone was all about martial arts, including his son, Tohi's father.
In almost a flip reversal, he tried to turn their Japanese family Chinese instead and started going by Li instead of the family name of Ri (management) which eventually became 'Lee' because of some bad paperwork. But Ri,Li or Lee, they were still Japanese people living in the south, and all that implies. His grandfather and father both taught Tony/Tohi(spruce) how to defend himself and he was enlisted in one of the few Karate studios established back in the 80's While his dad worked as a mechanic to pay the bills. Well you can't work on cars in the south and not be a race fan, it's a rule. So one year he saves up his income tax return and takes the family to see the Indianapolis 500! Instead of Disney world...thanks dad.
Depressed about having to watch cars go in circles, he was caught completely unaware when a superhuman crisis occurred. Someone summoned a demon in the Indy 500, a speed demon.

This cat ran circles around the drivers in their cars and caused massive chaos. Exploding cars, burning fuel, screaming people, and a dying demon caught up in the crash next to a boy who would not make the next minute. They struck a deal of desperation; it would ride in the boy and give him all the powers he possessed. But after 333 years, three mortal lifetimes, the demon would be free again and the boy would go to hell. Or, he could die here, un-confessed, with sins on his soul, and go to hell now.

Hoping to earn enough brownie points in the next three hundred years, he agreed. And as soon as he pulled himself from the wreckage, he got locked up for being mistaken as the speed demon that caused the damage in the first place, technically a half truth. His family was contacted upon discovery of his incarceration by the government of Mundi trying to get a-hold of itself but loosing, they would lift his sentence to community service and time served if he helped them get a hold on their country.

Fifteen years later, he does what he can when he can with special dispensation. He served five years with the defense unit when the world was still completely bat-spit crazy. But after half a decade in the special forces, he decided to dial it back just a little to merely police units so his family would worry less. He is still 'on call' when it hits the fan but otherwise he likes the slower pace of merely armed bank robbery and chasing cars.

Specialties: Martial arts, Military and Police techniques. Speaks French, English and Japanese.
Equipment:
Small apartment, mini fridge sitting under a crouching shower/sink.

No need for a car most of the time. If he does, he can always borrow from the auto pool.

His variation on the police issue baton, when his hands are not enough.
He keeps his standard police gear in the office under lock and key.

These boots multiply his running speed by double since his feline physique is already partially reminiscent of the design in play. Still, 240 on the freeway is nothing to ignore and more maneuverable than a motorcycle,
Other:

Name: Janice Ward

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Race/Nationality: Caucasion, Previously GAU

Appearance:
(I mean she usually wears something a *bit* more practical, but y'know)

Personality: Before the world went all high fantasy? She was relatively normal, if a bit of a loner. Preferring to tinker with bits of technology and figure out how they worked, and build useless but interesting gizmos or upgrade her computer or whatever. But then, when she started hearing the whispers in the back of her subconscious, when she started to shape metals into circuits with her bare hands, when she started to make bluescreen'd computers "rewind" prior to the crash and continue functioning as normal...She changed, somewhat. It's said that Insanity and Genius are two sides of the same coin, and the fact that power corrupts is very clearly evident with the events that have occurred all across the world these past twenty years. Really, she's lucky she ended up a bit of a manic shut in with voices in the back of head than a outright psychopath.
As it is, she's...Functional, in society, although she definitely displays the telltale mental signs of being Empowered-slight megalomania, manic personality traits, the aforementioned just-barely-inaudible whispers in the back of her head, and compulsions to build new technological whatzits. That all said, she does still have a full range of emotions(even if she most commonly exhibits the more upbeat aspects), and she tries to be personable and friendly when she does directly interact with other people(aside from probably ignoring them to check the internet for a bit). She has the common sense to realize she's a few circuits short of a computer, but she does consider the less-sane parts of her to, well, be part of her. Aside from trying to manage the more misanthropic impulses(with a few different inventions she's made), she makes no particular effort to hide her nature or apologize for it.

Abilities: Technomancy-That is, Magic(or whatever you wanna call it) that directly interacts with, creates, analyzes, and/or manipulates technology. With a thought she can take raw materials and work them into shape, combine metals into alloys, make engines float around her or input data to a computer from across a room.
Raw technological creativity burns behind her eyes, whispering designs and murmuring secrets she can all but consciously understand, urging her to put components together and create new inventions, both wondrous and terrible. She can draw upon this...Inspiration, to create things useful to her or on commission, but just as often it projects ideas, brilliant ideas into her mind that she herself had no hand in the creation of. Sometimes these designs have no useful or practical function(a computer that interprets input data to 3D-print paradoxic structures, a monolith that seems to do nothing but draw power into itself and hum ominously, a metal three times as heavy as lead and more fragile than glass, ect), some are useful only as components for greater wonders, and some are impossible for her to build with the materials on hand. A few have a useful purpose and can be produced with what possessions she has, and with these she renders down anything at hand into base components to build whatever she currently is obsessing over in a semi-deranged glee. But regardless of how practical these designs are, she still receives them, and the urge to make them real.
Should be noted that while she can reshape materials with her powers, she isn't an alchemist or transmutationist, which means that for some of her more...esoteric...creations, she does have to be able to actually procure materials. She can't just, say, make a nuclear weapon without access to uranium or plutonium or something; likewise, unless she first builds a reactor capable of creating some(which would be slightly difficult in and of itself), she couldn't make anything relating to antimatter. The closest she can get to transmutation or the like is taking two materials and chemically bonding them to make a new material, or taking a compound material and separating it into base components. So she can make steel without a forge if she has iron and carbon, or take a lump of iron ore and shape the iron out from the rock. She cannot take lead into her hands and make it into gold. Additionally, there is a certain level of...advancement, lets say, that must occur in the object for her to be able to manipulate it, and more technologically advanced things are easier for her to control, create, manipulate, and understand. Metals tend to be extremely easy, as are non- or rarely-naturally occurring materials like glass. But while she can levitate a wild western-style revolver or make it jam, she cannot manipulate a wooden spear with her powers, nor can she operate an abacus without being taught how they are meant to function.

Biography: Janice is one of those who remembers a time before being empowered. She was once a normal child, if one gifted with machines, born in a small city in the northeastern US. Nothing groundbreaking, she didn't build a cold fusion reactor or anything, just...She always had a knack with them. She was quick to understand how clockwork made the hands tick-tock, how to make a small light out of a simply circuit and a battery, that sort of thing. She ended up in machinery clubs in school, and her hobby growing up was always to tinker away in a makeshift workshop at her home. But one day, when she was around fourteen...she started to grow a bit more reclusive about her tinkering. She wasn't sure where the idea came from, it just...it just was there, and she, she couldn't understand it, but something about it was...beautiful, in its way. She cannibalized parts from her other little gizmos and gadgets, skipped school, even baricaded the door to her workshop to stop her parents from dragging her out. It took her a full week, and she had to sneak out when she was sure her parents were asleep to get more materials, more parts.
She'd been so focused, so obsessed with her creation, that she never even noticed the news reports about a young boy in Russia.
It took her a full two weeks of work, of stealing components(to be perfectly frank, while she was making her Thing, people had a lot more to worry about than some crazy fourteen year old stealing someone's computer or breaking into the local factory to snatch its tools), but eventually the idea seemed...complete. Unpolished, certainly, it was a twelve-foot-tall tower made of twisted metal, random cabling, and exposed circuitry, but the idea in her head wasn't...everypresent, anymore, it wasn't overpowering her mind or dominating her thoughts. The first thing she realized was that she'd barely eaten in two weeks and was absolutely starving; she'd only had a couple meals every few days while working on it because food was a distraction from her work. The second thing she realized was that, holy shit, she barricaded herself in her workshop to keep her parents from interfering. She should probably tell them she was sorry, she just, just had to finish her thing, she couldn't wait to show it to them and explain what it...what...
...What did it do?
As you might guess, things were...tense...the next few days, as she tried in vain to explain everything that'd been running through her head, words failing to properly communicate the force of idea and inspiration running wild through her mind the previous couple of weeks. But...unlike her, her parents knew well what'd been happening all over the world. They actually kept up with the news...and they were ery scared that whatever happened had overtaken their daughter. After a few days, they initially started thinking, hoping, that it was just a fluke...a brief flash of hormone imbalance or...something...that coincidentally happened to occur alongside everything else, and that everything would go back to normal. Then Janice casually walked out of her room with her powered-on computer(newly bought, since she cannibalized the previous one; she kinda needed it for school), unplugged, floating behind her with the monitor flashing through website after website and programs flying on one by one. She hadn't even realized it was behind her until her father screamed and she turned around.
Yeah, things...weren't going to go back to normal. But it turns out having a mad genius as your loving daughter is kinda a godsend during a magical apocalypse-there were more than a few superpowered people going crazy in her hometown(and a couple mundane maniacs who wanted to get in on the action while the gettin's good, too), and if it weren't for her and the things she kept inventing, they'd almost certainly have been killed in the ensuing bloodbath. Once, a aspiring serial killer tried bursting into her house with a tommygun of all things, only to find it jam when he tried shooting her family and all of the bullets spontaneously detonate with the gun in his hand. Another time, a pyrokinetic tried holding up the grocery store while she and her folks were out shopping-and ended up tangled and choking in a mess of wires as the power cables ripped through the walls themselves to ensnare him. She never went complete batshit like some other empowered individuals, but her friends and parents noticed her very clearly growing more and more...enthusiastic...about her powers as time went on. She never quite intentionally killed anyone, per say, but she grew more than a little sadistic towards the crazies when it came time to protect herself and her loved ones, and after the third time she stopped being even a little scared, reveling in the thrill of it all.
Sadly, one girl with a mastery of machines can only do so much.
She was powerless to stop the ascendancy of the Great Arcane Union, of course. And likewise, when their soldiers started rolling in to take over her city, she wasn't going to even try to stop them. Twisted monsters under thrall of summoners, superhumans with the backing of a state...these weren't things she was anywhere near equipped to deal with. Her family was smart enough to leave the city itself when they started rolling in, and for two years they stayed on the run. It wasn't as though the GAU was going to let a powerful technomancer slip through their fingers after all, and while Janice knew she was falling down on the slippery slope of mania, she didn't want to even think of what kind of person she'd become under their tutelage and encouragement.
It wasn't until she turned nineteen that her family found someone able to help. A smuggler, specializing in getting Empowered people-and their families-out of the country, out to somewhere...safer. There was a city-state, he said, somewhere over in Europe, one that'd managed to retain some semblance of sanity in a world gone mad. Sure, they had Empowered, but they regulated it, they kept the rule of law, and it wasn't run by a bunch've wannabe demigods with eyes set on world conquest. Of course, he wasn't in the business purely for charity, and his price was steep, but...Well, the honesty that he was making a quick buck off the state of the world helped her and her family to trust him before being willing to get on board his plane, with the last of their worldly possessions, and make a new life elsewhere.
The trip was long and a bit uncomfortable; it was obvious the plane had seen some better days. They started to panic when they saw a GAU Airship right in their path, wondering if their guide had sold them out...only to be perplexed when the airship went right past them as though they weren't there. The smuggler explained with a shit-eating grin that he discovered he had what he called the power of Obfuscation-as he willed it, people stopped noticing him. Their eyes glazed over him, and just stopped...noticing he was there. After a couple years? He'd learned to project the power over a larger area. It was pretty obvious to him what kinda job he'd end up in with that particular skillset. Also terribly useful for getting into places unnoticed, but he warned his guests not to try to stay in the city undocumented; better to explain to the officials that they're a group of refugees and spend the time in processing to get an official pass than to be taken for a bunch of spies.
Since then, it's been a fairly quiet decade. She stayed with her parents at first as everyone got settled in to their new life, but moved out when she was around 23 into her Secret Lair(really just a duplex apartment, but she insists it's a Secret Lair. Even if everyone who knows her is aware of where it is), and supports herself by building useful gizmos and gadgets for people willing to buy them, with special priority and discount given to the government of Mundin-after all, they're the ones keeping her and her family safe and allowing them a sense of relative normalcy. It's only fitting that she should pitch in and help them out...Upgraded computers here for the social sector here, better weapons for the PD there. With the world going to hell, everyone's gotta pitch in to keep the last few havens standing.

Specialties: Blurs a bit with her more preternatural abilities, but she is mundanely skilled with operating technology and understanding how it functions. This mundane knowledge, for the most part, only serves to feed into and support her powers however, and she has decidedly focused herself within learning how to control her powers and building her inventions, to the detriment of other skills. After all, she reasons, technology is by definition meant to make our lives easier; so if something comes up, she can just build a new tool to help her handle the situation at hand.

Equipment:
Kept On Person Regularly-
-Super Duper Secret Lair Entrance Device(that is, her apartment key)
-Manic Converter: Small device she can channel Magic/Superpower through to generate an electric charge; not enough to drain someone entirely of their powers or anything though, just enough to have a(rather strong) source of power. For her in particular, it also helps her to keep her more...unstable impulses under check when actively being used, as these impulses are directly tied to her powers. Device itself is a pair of small plates that fits over the back of her hands and are worn as part of a pair of gloves, and have a port on the side closest to her forearm to connect to other devices as a power source. On the side next to her knuckles, has two prongs that allow them to be used as impromptu punch-tasers, which only activate if she actively feeds her power into the converters while intending that part to activate(using her powers, that is; nobody else can activate that part unless they too are technomancers). Self defense is important, after all.
-Uplink Glasses: Sadly, she hasn't quite been able to figure out how to miniaturize computer circuits enough to have a fully functional computer system integrated into her glasses. She was able to make them into a transceiver, though, and they're linked to her home computer, acting as a monitor for it that can display web windows or whatever program she needs right that moment and with headphones built into the earpieces. Normally, she'd think the entire concept is a horrible cybersecurity flaw, but they're almost useless to anyone else aside from being prescription glasses; she uses her powers as a direct input device to manipulate them instead of a haptic interface or keyboard or whatever, and the glasses themselves don't have ports(nor are they big enough besides) to allow someone else to connect one to them. To be perfectly honest, they essentially function as a hands-free smartphone for her with all the advantages of a home computer processing.
-Wallet, pocket money, ID, yadda yadda.

Kept In Secret Lair(aka apartment)-
-Jetwings: See the appearance image? It's basically a jetpack. It's big and clunky though, and the police generally frown upon you using a personal flying device reliant on jet propulsion in a populated area, so she doesn't generally take it with her unless she needs to. Can be mostly powered by her Manic Converter, but does still require some fuel source nevertheless.
-Monolith:A replica of the...thing...she built when she initially discovered her powers. A 12-foot tall technological tower, with a black-plastic shell covering the outside(one of the few parts she intentionally added). One of the very few bits of technology she can't actually figure out the true purpose of, which infuriates her to no end and is why she built the replica of the original(was a biiiit too big to get out of the door of her original house). As far as she can tell, all it does is suck power and hum, but it's packed with electronics and circuitboards placed haphazardly but with...Some underlying purpose. Also what really proves to her in her mind that not all of her inventions are created based on her own thoughts and ideas, but instead the result of some force manifesting as her power acting through her. And whatever this force is, it isn't keen on letting her know just what this particular device is for, not yet. For safe's sake? She chooses to keep it unpowered when she isn't trying to analyze it and figure out just what it's for...But, there is still another out there.
-Computer: A very powerful computer, custom-built by Janice using her powers and operates on principles far ahead of modern science(and very probably doesn't actually follow conventional physics); for example, its central processor is a crystal that refracts small beams of light to serve as memory storage, with three-dimensional circuitry embedded throughout the entirety of the crystal. Has a long-range transceiver connected to her glasses to allow those to serve as a monitor for it while she's out of her Secret Lair(tm).

Otherwise Owned-
-Bank Account, money
-Stuff-to-be-added-later-during-RP

Other:
-Didn't wanna put this directly in the explanation of her powers because not everyone's played WoD games, but if you have, you can think of her powerset and personality as somewhere between a OWoD Mage Technocrat and a NWoD mid-high Obligation Genius without the Paradox/Havoc. She can build and manipulate almost anything technological, and some of it doesn't actually even fully conform to conventional physics, but her "magic" as it were is very limited outside of dealing with matters of technology and she doesn't have full control over the force of Inspiration her powers give her to build her gizmos-most of what she does end up building is because she feels compelled to do so, not (necessarily) because she intentionally thought the idea for it up.
-Under watch by Mundin for less-than-stable tendencies. Willingness to work with Mundin governmental body is noted, of course, but also noted is her immigration from the GAU. I'd imagine it's at least a little likely that they're keeping tabs on her in case she turns out to be a mole-she won't, but they obviously don't know that, and in this kinda world they'll no-doubt need to keep a healthy amount of paranoia.

Name: Elliot Vex

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Race/Nationality: White - French/English

Appearance: Elliot has long flowing black hair, loose around his shoulders. His olive coloured skin comes from years of being on the open sea when he was younger. His eyes are a warm brown, though they are red underneath from too many restless nights. He's of average build and is 6 foot tall, but his body betrays how strong he really is

Abilities: Gist - A Gist is someone's determination, hatred and rage infused into a demonic and evil-looking creature that is released through one's chest. They start off as hazy and slightly ghost like but then they start to become more corporeal and look exactly like the person who is releasing the Gist but has black eyes, a large amount of pointed teeth, clawed hands and is more rugged. If a Gist is outside a person for too long, the Gist will become a real thing and the real person is reduced to something who lives inside it. The Gist's claws are unnaturally powerful and able to shred through stone easily.
While Elliot prefers not to use the Gist because of the danger it poses to him if it is needed he can unleash the Gist for a few seconds though the process is extremely physically and mentally draining and every time he does it it's harder to keep control of the Gist.

Biography: Elliot grew up in a poor village in the south of France with his father and two brothers. Unfortunately, Elliots family couldn't afford to keep him in school and he dropped out and began working with his father and brothers taking goods via boat across the English channel and around Europe. He lived and enjoyed his simple life until one particular trip from France to Portugal to Mundin. There was a storm so vicious it threatened to pull the boat apart and every wave was like teeth tearing at the boat, a massive waved had smashed into the side of the ship and knocked some of its cargo which landed on Elliot, crushing him underneath its weight until he almost blacked out and then in a burst of black and purple the Gist burst from his chest. Elliot doesn't remember anything after that, he only remembers washing ashore on Mundin, his father gone, his brothers gone and he himself presumed dead.

Now Elliot works in the police force, working to protect empowered and human alike.

Specialties: Acess to police assests (Vehicles, technology and firearms), fire arms training, adept in hand to hand combat, Sailing knowledge

Equipment: Standard issue police pistol, handcuffs, a lucky french coin he keeps in his pocket, A folded up picture of his father and another picture of him messing around with his brothers

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Name:
Mathias Anderson

Alias/Surname:
'Matthew' Anderson

Age:
34

Gender:
Male

Race/Nationality:
Half Swedish and British, American Citizen

Appearance:
Matthew has a mesomorphic build that is healthy in shape from physical activities that keep him like this. With a light tan on his skin, that's solidly all on him, which isn't too uncommon in America from all the sun that they get. Sporting a rather muscular and athletic frame, that is mostly associated with the younger generation. Having a warm and modest brown eyes that give his smile a certain charm to them that gives a certain expectation of who he seems to be like. Having a usually casual style of fashion for the most part unless a certain event calls for it, he is certainly a fashionable person who seems to have a nice outfit each day for the week.

Personality:
Matthew can be described as a talkative person with his own brand of charm to go along with it, being the kind of person that kinda just incites conversation or talking whenever he's around. He is an adventurous and sociable person who likes doing a variety of things that seems fun or interesting to him, with an insatiable appetite for enjoying time with people no matter what they do. Possessing a slight procrastination streak around him, but there is never a time that he doesn't pull through even if it is a bit last minute. People usually don't mind him as he's really great company for all the other times that he isn't rushing to complete something that's due the next day. It also may be his personality and having a habit of being a flirt to everyone around him, as a part of his outgoing nature. He is easily a likable guy that you wouldn't mind talking to on a daily basis or even meeting him casually on the street from the kind of personality that he seems to bubble out.

This all hides a slicker and oily side to Matthew that many people don't see often as he never seems to have a reason to start thinking like this again. It was a mindset that helped Matthew survived the chaotic world back then in California where things were much worse. Living in fear of your life at times, you tend to lose some of your emotions and prepare to survive at all cost. Not to mention the kind of things that he was caught in that would scar a person more or less from doing it themselves. This is the side that he has been letting rust away ever since living in Mundin but hopefully, he never has to put it on again.

Abilities:
Telepathy is an ability that Matthew possess which allows him to various feats with his mind that others like him are able to do. With his skills as a Telepath, being surprisingly advance that is compared to most who do not develop their powers further than simple thought reading and communication. While, he is able to do the simple feats of skimming the thoughts of people and communicate mentally to others, he is versed in things beyond that. However, he is limited to communicating to other people mentally so long as they are in a mile radius.

At the current status of his abilities, he is able to control his own mind and influence the unprotected minds of others who are around him. With a variety of effects that he can perform on those that he is targeting, he prefers to cunningly use his abilities in ways that are not so obvious. Influencing things that are subtle enough to not stand out, it prevents the victim from noticing anything that could be wrong. His mental abilities can be indeed used with more brute force, but a contest of willpower against him and his target is something that he would prefer not to enter. The skill that Matthew has at this level while may allow him to mind control a target, it is tedious for him to suppress the subconscious of his victim into a coma-like state constantly should they fight which will deduct from his concentration.

Outside of influencing other people mind's, he is perfectly able to control his own as he seems fit which for the most part seems to be unique to himself from what he can tell. Being hypercognitive from what he can tell as his mind simply allows him to learn quite quickly from what he has experienced before. Occasionally, brief moments of clarity seems to pierce through his stick skull that he remarks about jokingly. However, whatever this ability is, it seems to stem outside of his abilities of a telepath. Other than these abilities, it seems that Matthew is unable to use anything else such as telekinesis which is a common extension of those who have psychic abilities.

Biography:
Matthew lived in California where the sun shined and the heat never died; it was a bustling place where many people ran around both when during the day and at night. It also was the place where his father and mother met before marrying to settle down together several years later and buying a nice home in the suburbs to live that was close to each other's workplace. Here his father and mother provided for him while he lived the normal life of a teenager like everyone else and was a very popular kid around the school. Tension, however, began to grow as the spark of powers in California's population began to explode left and right. People began to get hurt and disappear as powers began to spark through California which spread like a wildfire, with rebellious teenagers causing trouble at school and shady gangs on the street. Everything was starting to feel less safe except for home and their neighborhood, where the conflict hadn't reach them yet.

Things would deteriorate as the stability of their area quickly went down the drain as fighting broke out everywhere. Nowhere was safe from the initial conflict between the powered individuals and many people stayed inside. Matthew while knowing the risk went on to graduate from High School despite the various problems that occurred there. Many people he knew and the staff that taught there had developed their own unique array of powers; Matthew himself was no exception as he developed the ability to read the minds of others at first. It would go on for many years living in dreadful California where crime seemingly soared due to the use of crimes with powers that aided them. With the gangs who rose and fell off the weekly, people getting hurt from other abilities, and many other problems, it was not a good time to live in California.

His Dad and Mom too developed their own powers but moved due to their jobs relocated all essential personnel to different locations. His mother luckily was transferred to another division that worked out with his father. Matthew himself was pressured to stay in California to finish his education that he received multiple scholarships to pay for his tuition for school and inevitably stayed there. It would be a terrible decision that he would make as, while the university itself was protected, there were those who infiltrated in and dragged people out into the conflict. Matthew himself was one those victim who was picked out for his abilities as a mind reader. There he was slowly plunged into the criminal world where he grew accustomed to the things he saw there. Growing his powers to survive the threats that were shoved into his face, eventually, he managed to fend for himself against the demands of the gangs who 'hired' him. Eventually, after several refusals, it was clearly told to Matthew that he had garnered the bad will of the gang.

It would be a few long and hard years but he would eventually get his masters degree in chemistry and move away from all this mess. He first left to his parent's place where they openly accepted him into their house as they haven't seen their child in forever. With a ton of catching up to do, it was only a week before he could sense that someone or something was watching him and needed to take care of it before it went out of hand. Dedicating some time to finding the source, he eventually found his stalker from California and erased his memories before quickly packing up again. Moving from place to place, as he would get a job for a few months until leaving because of the complications that followed him. Taking care of each one that was tasked to follow him, it wasn't until eventually that he cross the ocean that the attempts for revenge stopped. Landing in Europe where he was new to the country and had little to go off on, he called his friend who originally told him to come over.

There now for several years, Matthew has been living in Mundin where he found a suitable job as a chemist for a lab to test samples brought to them. While not a glamorous job, it paid very generously and it was enough for Matthew as on the occasion he received the rare chance to jump up on the hierarchy ladder. His life in Mundin so far has been uneventful beyond what he began to normalize as the daily for himself.

Specialties:

• General Science Knowledge

• Chemical Knowldge

• Cooking, even as a College Student he learned to fend for himself...
• Charisma, was something Matthew had and was evident as the outgoing and popular kid.
• Fluent speaker of English, Spanish, and Swedish, however, prefers to speak with the more commonly used one depending on the scenario.
• Silver Tounge, something he gained himself with his friends and a darker period of his life.
• Perceptive, about his surrounding and small detail even with people which makes him a great listener.

Equipment:

• Cellphone
• Wallet (Identification, Money, and miscellaneous items)
• Key + Laser Keychain to apartment
• Laptop Backpack for when he decides to sit down at a Cafe with Wifi
• A random pen in his pocket
• An apartment, which he shares with his roommate

Other:
Nothing

(Disregard the blood!)
6'2 More of a lean build rather than very muscular. Normally wears jeans, a tshirt, and a hoodie.

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Ken's a pretty nice guy, although his social skills are a bit lacking. Despite his lack of social skills and carefree nature, he's very compassionate towards others, and is the type of person who'd rather recieve pain then see others recieve it, but that could also be related to how he's a bit squeemish.

He's pretty responsible and somewhat dependable person when he's needed, however he tends to lack the self confidence to always offer his help to others, as at times he thinks he'd be more of a hinderance than a help.

Ken's favorite past times involve reading and playing games, as he finds both activities to be relaxing and fun. He also happens to be incredibly loyal to friends, perhaps because he has so few.


Durability- Ken's body is incredibly durable, to the point of where knives are quite ineffective, and although guns will harm him, they have to be a very high caliber to actually penetrate , and still aren't guaranteed to penetrate. This is by far his strongest ability, and what he relies on the most.
Reflexes-Ken has heightened reflexes far above the average human, allowing him to quickly process and react to any event
Strong Will-Ken is incredibly hard to mind control, even the strongest telepaths would have trouble with him.
Mild Healing Factor-Ken's wounds can heal relatively quickly, although the larger the wound, the longer it will take. If he were to break every bone in his arm, it'd take a good 3 minutes to fully heal, however healing wounds directly effects his stamina, if a wound is too extreme, he's tired before hand, or has too many wounds, he'll eventually pass out and heal while unconcious by focusing on healing, he heals faster as well as loses more stamina

Ken had a relatively normal life before everything changed and people started flying around. The only real issue was that his father was abusive, and since his mother was a workaholic, she wasn't able to be there for him. His lack of social skills also tended to make him a target, causing him to be bullied. Eventually, he retreated into gaming and reading, but this also made him cherish the few friends he had.
Once powers started getting handed out like candies, his family moved to Munden for safety, though his father died on the way there, killed by a powered lunatic. Ken vowed if he ever found the man who did it, he'd kill them, something incredibly out of character for him, but the rage in his heart made him think differently. His life from then on in Mundin was nearly the same as before, except Ken was more withdrawn.

Ken lacked direction but knew he wanted to protect peoole, he didn't want people to lose their loved ones because of some douchebags on ego trips that kill for fun. He wanted to be a person people could believe in when something was wrong. Ken wanted to be a hero, so he joined the Defense Unit.

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Ken is quite good at wielding two long steel batons as blunt weapons. Since his strength isn't augmented, he needed a good weapon to take people down, and didn't want to use something that would kill.

Two steel batons, wallet, phone

Name: Aileen (Formerly Carol Rorick)

Age: Physically - 17 | Actually - 30 | Believes to be - Thousands of years old

Gender: Female

Race/Nationality: British

Appearance:


Personality: Extremely proper, archaically so. Her speech and mannerisms harken back to times well before modern times. She has a kind heart and will go out of her way to assist others. For those she befriends she is loyal to a fault and will put herself in harm's way to protect them. She has a strong intolerance toward summoned creatures and will stamp them out almost without a second thought.

All of this is due to mental manipulation and conditioning. In fact Aileen believes herself to be a deity of sorts, and a guardian of humanity. Despite thinking herself "superior" to most others she does not intentionally express it outside stating it. However she may occasionally expect some form of tribute from those she feels are beholden to her and does not like her persona to be challenged. Even so she is first and foremost a protector and tends to be non-combative toward humans and will defend them as intended. Villains of course are the exception as they threaten others, but Aileen is known to be merciful once justice is served.

Due to having an artificial personality she very easily comes off as "lost in time." So despite being from the modern era much of it seems to be new to her. Naive would describe it well, though she is a quick learn. The programming was perhaps not specific enough because she can sometimes go against orders so she can accomplish the prime directive she was given, protect and serve.

Abilities: "Holy Light" - Imbued with the element of light and tinkered through the advances in medical science Aileen has been molded into a weapon to combat the chaos surrounding her country. Much of these aspects reenforce the persona that Aileen now believes herself to be.






Biography: Born one Carol Rorick in Wadhurst, England fifteen years before chaos consumed the world. Growing up Carol's life was fairly simple. Where she lived was not that far from London, a little less than an hours drive. With a population of less than 6,000 the area that Carol grew up was not a big bustling metropolis. Of course a market town has the advantage of being quieter, or at least that was what everyone assumed.

Being a dreamer and avid reader Carol developed a liking for history. A broad subject to be sure but one study in particular piqued her interest, the study of mythology. Not that she would make a career out of it, but the stories and beliefs that people created throughout the ages was fascinating.

Sadly the bright future of academia ended for the 15 year old girl as it did with so many others when the metahumans and arcane arts became a reality. Unsurprisingly London was one of the first to be hit hard, being the capital. The ensuing war zone it caused forced many out and quickly spread to the small town. Woefully unprepared many lost their lives. Unable to escape the oncoming Carol's family was caught in the fight and lost. Those that attacked though were in over their head though. Wracked with grief Carol lashed out in a sudden burst of power that sent spikes of hard light running through everyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. The newfound power tipped an already emotionally unstable girl over the edge. Effectively losing her mind she began to roam around killing indiscriminately.

Not a year passed and the initial turmoil that consumed the country was finally beginning to be reigned in. London survived, albeit in shambles, but the governmental body began to take charge again. A new project was started to capture rogue elements and either recruit them or eliminate them. Due to changed nature of the world many of the previous lines that were not crossed were now open. Many were caught and brought back to be "rehabilitated," Carol among them. Of course the girl proved to be a difficult one. She didn't communicate, liked no one, and constantly made her best attempt the harm people. However she possessed the ability to harness light in ways that science wished it had figured out. A solar powered being meant little resources needed to sustain her. Plus she was in a moldable state and no one would call them out.

So began the process of altering Carol's mind. Conventional means were only so effective. While she was not as hostile she was still relatively unresponsive. So the use of a telepath was employed to make the necessary changes. At first they attempted to turn her into a soldier. This only worked as far as training but the loyal persona they tried to force did not stick and she began to backslide. Digging deeper the favoring of mythological legend was found. A shot in the dark they began the tedious process of giving Carol a new identity as a goddess. As preposterous as it sounded the girl's shattered mind took to it and Aileen was born. Finally making headway after two years they had gained control of yet another metahuman.

With descent more or less squelched several other procedures were performed to improve Aileen's abilities and increase her survivability. After all losing an asset after so much work would be a terrible waste. The resulting regenerative capabilities worked perhaps too well as it halted the aging process before her peak physical strength are could be reached. Still it was a success by all accounts except for one thing. She was programmed to protect and serve, a default that on occasion conflicted with orders. However for the most part she is obedient. This is why, much like William, she was sent in goodwill to improve relations with Mundin.

Specialties:


Equipment: Her armor itself is a product of her hard light construct ability and is almost ever present. Beneath the armor she wears a white sports crop top and short shorts. It is less an aesthetic choice and more of a practical one to get as much exposure to light as possible while still being decent. She seems rather oblivious to how she appears outside of her armor.

Beyond that she keeps her government issued ID on her at all times and usually a little cash should she need it.

Other: Aileen has not aged for 13 years. So for anyone who has met her within this period would recognize they she hasn't changed a day.

I will also fill out more of who she believes she is as time goes on in IC. Because where's the fun in just telling you all that?