~ Name ~

Hale Westlake

~ Appearance ~



~ Personality ~

Confident, witty and vain.

~ History ~

Hale grew up in a wealthy family, while everyone in the city as well as the world, was able to live comfortably, Hale's family was exceptionally comfortable. His older sister, Hana, was gifted with the ability to extract and further manipulate cobalt. Due to her skill she went into a career which predicted and prevented earthquakes. His sister being nine years older than him, ensured that for the majority of his life, he had witnessed Hana already adjusting to her magical talent and soon leaving home to pursue a life of her own. From his perspective, Hana was talented and lovely and he longed for the day when he could follow in her footsteps.

While Hana's passion was in studying the Earth's ever-changing surface and tectonic plates, Hale found comfort in something much more easy on the eyes. Hale would spend hours in the bathroom studying his appearance and finding ways to stand out. Fashion was modest and often muted, leaving no room for much personalization as many began to believe that it was a waste of time and effort, when one could be working or studying. Hale found great joy in creating fashion from scratch and when his powers failed to reveal upon reaching puberty, Hale focused on designing clothes and fabrics.

His parents weren't supportive of his lack of magic and went to great lengths to enroll Hale in private school so he could learn and be pushed while out of the public eye. He was pushed to see countless doctors who found nothing wrong with him. All scans unable to detect the shard embedded within his forehead. No one thought to connect his disappearance to his lack of magic, after all he had only vanished for an hour while on a school tour at the age of seven.

Eventually his parents refused to continue supporting him since they were worried what their friends would say about their son. Hana by that point was making enough money to send her baby brother to college. Hale urged the school to allow him to take an otherwise dead career as a designer; and upon graduation, he found himself once again struggling with finding a job. Hana offered him a place to stay but he declined, determined to make his own path.

Thanks to word of mouth, Hale could offer his services of handmade fabrics and designs to those who wanted to stand out, even if those customers were far and few between. When asked why he wears glasses, since all vision issues are correctable, Hale insists its a fashion choice. While unable to make a steady living, Hale's pride is in his ability to do something creative, something he believe can never be replaced by robots or programs.

~ Major ~

Fashion Design

~ Job ~

Freelance personal stylist and textile manufacturer

~ Element ~

Water

~ Name ~

Gardenia

~ Appearance ~



~ Age ~

25

~ Personality ~

Energetic, efficient and disruptive.

~ History ~

Being the daughter of The Visionary, Gardenia was raised with high expectations. Before her father kidnapped five strangers, he first bestowed his own daughter with a black shard, needing to test his life's research and Gardenia was eager to volunteer to assist her father in any was possible.Being three years older than the others selected, she has been able to train for three additional years, perfecting her craft as someone who could create pillars of stone and shoot baseball sized rocks from the palm of her hands.

Gardenia never had an interest in academics, nor did her father have a desire for her to waste her time and money that was better spent on his research and projects. Instead, the pink haired woman practices her magic and aided her father in his work. In order to help pay bills, she went out and worked in public spots such as cafes and parks, acting as entertainment. For the most part her rapping and slam poems were ignored by the public or as seen as comedic as opposed to thought-provoking.

Due to her father's reclusive nature, she was soon put in charge of reuniting the other five selected shard wielders. Gardenia learned to embrace flair and presentation from her father who groomed her to be the ring leader of his beloved project. The woman felt uncertain about taking an authoritative position over people she hadn't met before but The Visionary insisted she would be merely a presenter for the show and that they would all have equal time in the spotlight. Being assured, Gardenia elected to retrieve the five others and reunite them on one fateful spring morning.

~ Major ~

N/A

~ Job ~

Rapper and Free-styling Poet

~ Element ~

Rock

~ Name ~

-Cynthia Wave-

~ Appearance ~



~ Personality ~

Quick Thinking
Hard Working
Distrustful

~ History ~

Cynthia was always a pretty child. Dark shiny hair, dark expressive eyes, a quick mind and a diligent student, she was doted upon by her peers and teachers. An only child to a single father, her mother having remarried when Cynthia was small, her father worked hard to provide his daughter with everything she needed or wanted (within reason). Their life was not extravagant but it was comfortable and it was enough.

But as she grew and her peers did as well it became clear something was different about Cynthia. While still an excellent student, and lovelier than ever, she did not change when her friends did. Surely she was just a late bloomer? Although her body belied that denial. As the months and then years passed Cynthia learned she could still get what she wanted, and even be better than the others if she relied on her looks and her mind. Graduating with high marks she went to college. Of course without magic she couldn’t get any of the particularly glamorous degrees, but she would not let her father down by refusing to attend higher education. It was, after all, what he wanted for his daughter.

But schooling for an ungifted girl became expensive, and Cynthia knew she had little chance of getting a high paying position anywhere. Rather than take out loans she started using her looks to get what she wanted. An older gentleman caller would certainly be willing to pay for her meals, or even her books…or even her rent… The more she was willing to put up with in terms of ‘friends’ the more she was able to get.

And so graduating with good marks (for an ungifted one) she set out into the world. Only to find it uninterested in her. Here she couldn’t smile and flirt her way into positions that needed magic. After months of searching and being denied, even smirked at Cynthia turned back to the one way she had ever successfully gotten by.
It wasn’t so bad, or at least she told herself as much. She chose who her ‘clients’ were and for the most part they were just lonely, well to do people who could over look her lacking abilities for her pretty face and willingness to do as they wanted. Who needed pride? Who needed dignity? Cynthia knew she could afford neither.

~ Major ~

Mathematics

~ Job ~

Somewhere between escort and whore.

~ Element ~

Fire

~ Name ~

Lola Norman

~ Appearance ~



~ Personality ~

Positive Traits:
-Enthusiastic
-Hard-Working

Negative Traits:
-Self-worth is tied in greatly with other’s view of her

~ History ~

Ever since Morgan came into class declaring she had power over helium “just like her mom”, Lola spent everyday excitedly waiting her power to appear. One by one her classmates would come in proud with their new elemental power. Even Patrick, with the lowest scores of her entire class had one before Lola. Still, she didn’t give up hope, telling herself that it was just a matter of time. When days turned into weeks and Lola still didn’t have an element to call her own, her worry turned into self-loathing. Something must have been wrong with her. Gone was the happy-go lucky Lola.

Lola fought her parents hard about college. She saw no reason in going even though her grades were fine. What good would she be without a power. They finally agreed to send her to a small technical college where she received a degree in biology. Lola loved her courses, except for the practicals and labs. Everyone else was able to use the power, but Lola was stuck on the sidelines watching. Her bitterness just grew.

Not even bothering to look for a job, afraid of the rejection she was sure to get, Lola answered the first help ad she saw for The Neptune Hotel. She was a maid in charge of setting the robo-maids up each morning, and maintenancing them when they inevitably broke. At least the hotel had a view. Concierge would often send up requests a robo-maid wouldn’t be able to handle, small errands that helped break up the monotony of the day.

~ Major ~

Biology

~ Job ~

Lola is a maid at a hotel. Her days were spent managing a fleet of robo-maids and any requests the concierge sent her way.

~ Element ~

Greenery

~ Name ~

William Aftone

~ Appearance ~



*Circus Attire*

~ Personality ~

Patient

Affectionate

Negative

Selfish, can need the occasional extra 'motivation' to go out his comfort zone.

In his 'old' life, William was known for his dedication to his work and occasional interests..with few words to share with strangers. It was surprising for fellow colleagues to hear him coo over the phone during a video call featuring a babbling infant..sometimes the occasional toddler as his face would redden muttering that his sister was nagging him for not visiting as often. While with his 'clients', the utter dedication to restore them to pristine conditions regardless of what their standing was in life. A mortician's job isn't one noted for its refinery or fame..but it made him feel as if he was doing something in the world. Lacking magic like the rest of world had him a more guarded man towards strangers..favors had to be pulled like teeth if asked.

While he isn't exactly personable with strangers and can have a rather sharp tongue if pushed far enough. Frosty would be an apt front for him when it comes to his own affairs that he feels are his own problems. Even among those he trusts, he would rather shift the focus of his issues to someone else's problems all with a warm smile. Someone digging into his own problems is asking for trouble and possible ire.
~ History ~

Born into an almost overly chatty family as his childhood was filled with four siblings to share his parent's attention with. So it wasn't surprising to see him observing the chaos around him instead of being apart of it all. It wasn't as if the child was shy, but just much less..out-spoken compared to his siblings. When his magic did not appear like his siblings, it made him all the more guarded as the inevitable questions of 'why' floated about. A smile would be his answer on how he felt about the subject..and that was it. His loved ones worried as he grew up..employment would be limited as William would shrug and say he wished to help people..somehow. The medical field called him..but few people willing to take the risk of having a 'normal' doctor nor would he be able to beat out other students with healing magics.

While his siblings gently prodded away at him to focus on his education and future prospects..as limited as they were. Still there was pride in his parents voices upon graduating from college, as well as the clinging hands of his nieces and nephews trying to show off with little tricks here and there. Not actual magic, but sleight of hands and such learned from magazines and such. To make their abnormal uncle feel a bit..normal..it was sweet in a way. Nothing failed to make him smile at the end of the day..and with his future job it was important to keep that spark of happiness alive. Alive wasn't exactly his clients as he would find out.

The only clients that seemed to be in his future...were the dead. So he found himself working in a small lab preparing corpses of the downtrodden and poor to make their final rest pleasant. It was poor-paying and thankless aside from the occasional pat on the cheek by a weeping widow, still his smile remained..it was his lot in life. Until one day, his client for the morning was strange..and alive..until everything went black. Bizarre was his next experience as the man claimed to be able to grant magic to those he found interesting, easier to find believable if William hadn't woken up with a splitting headache and a foul mood. Still the idea of finally becoming like the rest of society was..intriguing..but at what cost.

~Major~

Mortuary Science. Associate's

~ Job ~

Mortician.

~ Element ~

Beast.

~ Name ~

Luca Corvi

~ Appearance ~



~ Personality ~

Positive Traits:
Kind
Energetic

Negative Traits:
Quite irresponsible / impulsive



~ History ~

Luca was a cheerful child, born to two incredibly intelligent parents (even by current time standards) and with one older brother. He got on well with his family and was especially close to his brother, Sebastian. He was always a little bit odd, his high energy meant he struggled to just sit down and pursue the kinds of sciences a child was expected to have an interest in. Instead he would rather be running about, learning how to cartwheel and climbing whatever he could. His parents put up with it - they assumed that he would grow out of it, and all of his teachers thought it was the oddity of a blossoming genius. Between this and his bright personality he had no lack of friends. And he was smart, he just had no urge to act on it.

Slowly everyone his age began developing powers, and it seemed like everyday someone came in with one. Luca's brother had developed his own earlier than most, and Luca had looked forward to being one of the first in his class. But soon he was only one left without them. He was yet to go through the physical changes of puberty, though, so maybe he was just a slow developer? But the power never came. It came as a shock to all; after all who didn't develop powers? His parents tried everything to find out what was wrong as Luca slowly lost what friends he had, ostracized from most of the society. He bore it with a grin, though, only breaking down when spending time with Sebastian - the one person who stuck with him through it. He had no motivation to be academic before his power didn't develop, and even less after. Refusing to go to college caused a massive argument with his parents but he got his way. After all they had essentially given up hope on him and focused all their ambitions on his brother.

Luca got a simple job, baking, and threw himself into it. He found he enjoyed it if he tried at least and tried not to let the stigma get to him. He channelled his energy into a similar sportiness he'd had as a child - after all what did it matter if he did one more thing that wasn't approved of? It wasn't exactly an amazing life, but it couldve been worse.

~ Major ~

No major, didn't attend

~ Job ~

Baker

~ Element ~

Air (second choice greenery)