Essentially how your character looks. Be detailed here. Go over skin color, build, height, hair (including color, style, etc), scars, and other body alterations (Piercings, tattoos, etc). Along with descripting clothing style.

Pretty standard affair. I'm not going to expect a super long essay here, just the basics and whatever.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ (Where is your character's Sigil, and what does it look like?)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ (Put the name of the Abstraction here, with a one sentence description of what the Abstraction does)

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ (Go in depth with how the ability functions normally. Explain everything I need to know. Also, remember, shy away from powers based off the body)

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ (Explain to me how the Abstraction grows stronger in the presence of Mount Ever Reaching. What extra abilities does your character have?)

AURA SENSING ⫻ (What auras can your character see, how far, and under what circumstance?)

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

Anything else? Themesong? Random notes? Foreshadowing???

When Claire walks in, she'll definitely catch your attention. Whether it's her immense height for a female, attire, eye catchingly loud attitude, or "badass" demeanor that she gives off. She usually has a scowl on her face, and keeps up an aura of a very venomous snake. One that you want to stay faaaaaar away from as possible. Unless you want to get bit. Course, that aura flips in the blink of an eye, that scowls turns upside down, and Claire is being personable and vibrant. It makes it hard to get a read or her, but easy to stop judging a book by it's cover. Or she just looks like a complete and utter tryhard.

Claire is a tomboy, just super masculine. Whether it's her gruff, weathered voice, from all the smoking she does, and the tough-girl demeanor she gives off. Though, her body is fairly thin, and not especially muscular or fat. She seems to get by on the smallest amount of exercise, and the highest metabolism possible. Though, all the running she does (from people, and just in general) makes it easy to keep the body fat off. The other problem with the whole "masculine" thing is that Claire's body is fairly... flat. She doesn't have too many curves. Her chest is a 34B, and her behind is pretty flat, lacking in sex appeal. She has a boyest frame, to put it lightly. That's not even getting into her short brown pixie cut, or the fact that Claire is enormous (up there with the boys).

To say the least, Claire doesn't care that much about being the prettiest princess, or any of that jazz. She's already self-conscious. She's an Irish-woman to her very bone, and has a snappy attitude to match it. She's quick with her jabs, and will go to furiously angry in the blink of an eye. Claire's skintone is somewhat tanned due to all the sunlight she gets, but not too brown. She has like a slight brown hue.

Claire's fairly obsessed with the punk aesthetic, so that is something she adopted well. From her short hair, to her makeup (usually she has on eyeshadow), to the piercings all over her body (her cheek, nose, ear, belly button, and nipples, are pierced). To her attire, she dresses to get a point across - other than that she likes punk - she wants to look tough, and look good. She dresses like a stereotypical tough-girl by wearing studded jackets, heavy boots, and more. Sometimes she dresses even lighter in things like t-shirts and jeans, and with her resting bitch face alone she gets across her point. Ironically enough, she doesn't have any tattoos at all.

She has a diamond-shaped head that gets thinner the more you go down. She has a fairly good looking triangle-shaped nose, with triangular nostrils, and a thinnish nose bridge. Her eyes are unturned, and medium-sized, they usually have a piercing gaze in them as if Claire is staring right through you. Eye colors are a light-brown color to match her dark-brown haircolor. Ears are crescent shaped, and pretty damn big, not hilarious, but you'll definitely pay a bit of attention to them. Her lips are thin, and probably the least ladylike possible to make it hard to kiss her. To top it off, her jaw is squared, and sharp.

Claire was once a good girl, many moons ago. She had hope, she believed in something. She was just a native of Farmer Hill, the daughter of a diner owner, and a waitress. Everything was good... up until the diner was closed down due to running out of money. Then the O'Sullivan's idyllic dream went sour, and they moved to a trailer park in Mason Square. The downgrade tore the O'Sullivan family apart, and Claire's parents turned to alcohol to cope. And they weren't the happy kind of drunks. They were the violent kind of drunks that turned their rage on anything they could.

Claire was too young to understand alcohol, but she had no choice but to take the beatings with a straight face. Might as well, because it wasn't like Claire had any other options. She would go to school, and lie about what happened. Eventually, Claire became the punching bag for all sorts of abuse, since her parents had no one else to vent their rage towards. And there wasn't anything Claire could do to stop them. She'd be homeless or dead if she tried to fight back, but this planted rage in Claire. Rage towards her parents, and rage towards herself due to being so weak.

There were some comfort in life; her grandparents. She went to stay with them as much as she could, since they only lived a short walk away at their ranch. She stayed there long as she could, as much as she could. Coming up with excuse after excuse... until they got suspicious, and called child services. This was the relief that Claire was looking for, and she spilled everything they did. She was promptly removed from their household, and placed in the care of her grandparents. With her parents instructed to never come anywhere near her, or her grandparents.

This was like the dream that Claire was desperately looking for... only that the damage was already done. She thought that it was over, but the mental damage was already done. She couldn't help but think about them constantly, and it hurt her in every way. As she matured and developed, she lashed out, and eventually sought solace wherever she possibly could. It started with hanging out with the wrong crowd, to trying drugs, to experimenting with the same gender. In the end... it became a habit that shaped her. Into a hedonist that wants to do anything to forget about the past, and erase those thoughts. She held onto her morals, but she had to let them get a little loose to get over this. It shaped her reputation around the township to something a bit more corrupt and twisted.

She did the barest minimum to get through school to get a diploma, but she started thinking about her future... she wanted to be a nurse, and help people in situations like hers. She followed through on her grandparents plans to get her into Grand Ridge, and got into nursing, becoming one of the most well-known students of Grand Ridge.

But old habits die hard.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Symbols of a sun, placed on her stomach over her belly button.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Psionic-Strength, the ability to augment the user's body with their mental energy.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Claire's abstraction is practically a lower-yield version of telekinesis. Except she can only use that telekinesis on touch with other abilities. It's the manifestation of her will-power in her body, and allows her to tap into a strength that no one else has access to. She is immensely stronger than a human being should be, being able to lift 425lb with no problem normally, and strike with bone-breaking amounts of force. Because it's telekinetic in nature, she doesn't have to worry about bracing, and grip, because a telekinetic-field is wrapped around it and allows her to move it. Simulating true strength. This ability also comes with a durability. When she senses danger, she subconsciously projects a defensive field around herself which blocks damage. However, there's a limit to how much it can take before breaking. It can, at most, stop five pistol rounds before giving in. Which means that weakshit punches and kicks will only annoy her slightly. Whenever she uses her ability it creates a blue aura around herself, specifically the limb that is doing the work (so if she gets punched, the aura should appear at the point of impact). The Abstraction, like the powers of many Awakened, are linked to her emotions. Feeling anger will increase the potency of her strength, and durability. To the point where she can lift up 850lb, and take a hailfire of bullets, at max rage. This changes the color of her aura to a bright-red color, and gives off a red "smoke."

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain, of course allows her to normally lift around 850lb, and 1225lb when enraged. Making her a physical powerhouse, but it breaks a sub-conscious limit in her head and allows her to use telekinesis. It allows her to lift up any object that is below a hundred pounds, and small, and manipulate it. Twist it, move it, and send it flying. She can only lift up around two objects at a time, and it requires hand movement from both of her hands - one for each object.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Claire's aura reading potential stems from her innate empathy. She can sense the auras of anyone that is injured, but how injured dictates how far away she can sense them. She may be able to faintly sense someone who cut themselves, but she can sense someone who is horribly wounded from 68 meters away. Note that this only applies to people who are presently injured. If someone were have been treated for their injuries, they'll be invisible to Claire.

LIMITS ⫻ Claire's abstraction, like many others, require a degree of mental effort in order to tap into its telekinetic force. Such prolongation of usage tends to weaken her body and mind; and in order to avoid headache and fatigue Claire has to limit herself in using her abstraction, usually few minutes of extensive and constant use before she feels such effects. Giving proper use and control, Claire manages to use her power for at least 30 minutes or two third of that if in stressful situations. Other Awakened can resist her field's effects, and thank blows from her.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Claire's field can possibly be ignored by the Awakened, and other Extra-Normal beings. As her shield only protects her from physical harm, but not mental. A mental ability of any kind being used on her can interfere with the connection between her shield and her mind, and make her vulnerable by removing it. Or creating a weakness in the shell.

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Kimberly (or Kim as she likes to describe herself) is one of the girls that thinks she's plain. She feels as if she doesn't have the face, body, or curves, of models. And in truth, she doesn't have the attributes that make them attractive. Instead, her round and pudgy face, large angular face, and glasses invoke a librarian look. The appearance of a brainy girl, they wouldn't be that far off. Kimberly likes to look the part. But, in demeanor, she appears to be very excitable, and mobile. Constantly on the move making spastic movements. This energetic, child-like demeanor shows in her face, too. Since, she's constantly smiling, and speaks in a cheerful manner. She speaks fast, but rarely speaks rudely. Not many people would perceive Kimberly as a threat, but some people get the feeling that she's faking. Which is true in some way.

Kimberly's facial features are rounded, and her jawline is practically nonexistent. She at least wished she got to have a jawline, but she digresses. With her nose being large, round, she invokes a very child-like appearance about her. Her lips are almond-shaped, and not that large. Along with her ears being pretty small, and somewhat pointed at the tip - but her ears are always concealed by her lucious head of chocolate-brown wavy hair that goes down to her chest. Her eyes are droopy, and a bright-green color. Kimberly is also known for having an enormous forehead, one that she keeps covered with bangs.

Kimberly is fairly thin, she has a little bit of pudge building up due to lack of exercise, and her terrible eating habits, but it isn't anything that can't be hidden underneath a heavy layer of clothing. Other than that, her skin tone is slightly pale from all the time spent indoor. She has blemishes on her face, and a little bit of acne. She doesn't have any marks on her body, other than a few childhood scars that haven't faded. Her skintone is the result of being primarily French, with a bit of German, and being distantly Blackfoot. As for the rest of her body, she has a banana body-shape. Not a body with a whole lot of curves, her shoulders are around the same width as her waist. Her bust (28H) being fairly small, and same with her hips, she doesn't have a whole lot of curves.

Kimberly dresses fairly plainly. It seems that she never wears outfits that catches the eye. From hoodies with dull colors, and jeans that are a few sizes too large for her. As Kimberly still gets most of her outfits from hand me downs. But, sometimes her attire dips into the hipster as she adorns varsity jackets, and other outdated outfits of the time. But this is rare. The only constant in her outfit is her black, wide-framed, glasses.

Kimberly was born a native of Farmer Hill, born the child of a banker, and a soldier in the army. Kimberly's father was away for most of her life, but her mother made sure to pick up the slack. And when it became hard, her mother would always seek out her extended family, who were also situated in Farmer Hill. Thus, Kimberly had all the love and affection she needed so she doesn't become a psychopath. There was one of her cousins that Kimberly was fairly close to as a child; Beth Walton. The child of her uncle. You see, Kimberly and Beth were the best of friends, and would spend literally hours together every day. It was like Kimberly had the sibling she always wanted! The two especially loved exploring, and traveling to different cities.

But, as they grew older, they began to develop interests and whatnot in photography. It started with buying a cheap disposable camera from the supermarket, and then it sparked into buying them hundred dollar cameras. The two kids had developed an artistic eye from a young age, and loved taking pictures of everything they could. Once this became a bit more serious, Beth and Kimberly agreed that they would become the greatest two photographers in the world. That they would go to Grand Ridge Academy for Photography. The moment came where they both graduated from highschool, and college was coming around. Kimberly got accepted into Grand Ridge.

As for Beth? She went to a college in upstate New York. Leaving behind Kimberly to pursue her own goals.

Kimberly was hurt by the betrayal, and could never get a straight answer from Beth. It'd always be something about how she wanted to travel, or how her parents wanted to go, and how she wanted Kimberly to live her life. Only for Beth to send photos to Kimberly of her exploits. Never getting the answer she wanted, Kimberly became obsessed with her photography, since she was going to best her cousin anyway she can. Putting up a happy demeanor as she powered through classes with what little sanity she had left.

She kept her group of friends fairly small, as she knew that she'd abandon them, and there was no point in forming attachments. Kimberly did befriend a fellow classmate named Jordan Nicoles to end the lonliness.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Kimberly's sigil is placed directly on the center of her forcehead.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Photographic-Teleportation, the ability to teleport to different locations using photos as a medium.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Kimberly's Abstraction manifested in her love of photography. If she has a photo of a location in her hands, she is engulfed in a white light, and is sent to that location. It'll take a few moments to "charge" but she'll appear there in a flash of light. It just takes a bit of focus, and envisioning. She has to focus on the picture, and picture herself being there, and then she'll begin "charging," as the aura of light surrounds her. This ability works with any place that Kimberly has taken a picture of, and regardless of if it's a physical picture, or a digital one. She could possibly teleport to pictures taken with her phone, or ancient ones, but it's a lot more time consuming. She can bring people with her, but they must be in close proximity, and must also envision themselves appearing in that place. Kimberly can only teleport in places in Farmer Hill, and the further away it is, the longer it takes to charge.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When infused with the power of the mountain, Kimberly's ability takes less time to charge, and requires less focus. In theory, she could instantly teleport somewhere. This is only a passive buff, she has a few other abilities unlocked in the process. If she focuses on a place hard enough, she is able to scry on the location through the photo. She can see everything going on in the photo in real time as if she was there. A good ability for spying, albeit situational. The ultimate ability that the mountain grants her is the ability to possibly time-travel. It's not something she can do at will, and requires a ton of focus, but she may travel to the specific point where the photo was taken.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Kimberly's unlocked aura-reading potential manifests, again, in photography. She gains the aura to see the auras of people and objects that she has taken pictures long as it is within eighty meters of herself. Even if the object is moving from the point where she took the photo, she can still sense it.

LIMITS ⫻ Kimberly can travel anywhere in Farmer Hill (She cannot teleport further than that), but the further away from her current position, the longer it'll take. She may be able to instantly teleport to a spot a few feet away from her, or take ten seconds to teleport twenty feet, but it requires a few moments of constant mental focus to teleport further. In this time, she has to stay still, and focused. Or else she'll lose focus, and the charge will be "reset." This makes her vulnerable. In addition, if the photograph is damaged in any way, she'll only teleport part of the way there. There isn't a limit to how many people she can teleport, long as they envision themselves being in the location of the photo, too.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Due to the nature of her ability, there isn't too many weaknesses to her ability due to the low-powered nature of the abilities, but she has plenty of limits. There's only one weakness, and it's a mental one. Usage of her ability increases her feelings of jealousy... to homicidal levels. It may cause her to act stupidly jealous of the people around her, and may cause aggression in all of her interactions.

Kimberly has a Sony cybershot digital camera (one of the compact models), and an instant print camera she got off Amazon. If she had to chose one, she'd chose the instant-print due to authenticity.

Hagan is a big boy. A very intimidating figure standing at six-five, and what doesn't help is that he's built pretty well due to exercise and working out. To him, he'd rather experience the high of working out, then stuff his face with sweets. Though, he isn't a bodybuilder, he definitely has definition. He looks like a thug, the kind of person that'd kick your ass at the slightest provocation. And that's definitely true. That's the vibe he wants to give off, the aura of an ass kicker. The big man. He takes large steps, and walks with his hand in his pocket. And when he's not walking, he usually has his arms crossed.

Hagan is from the big cities, and not that too used to small town life. You can tell by his city slicker accent, and habit of speaking quickly. He has a somewhat deep voice, but nothing overtly intimidating. It's more rough than anything. Hagan is an Irish-man that is part Scottish, and part Russian. He appears more Russian than anything due to taking after his father. It's to the point where his mother has trouble explaining to people that Hagan is her son. He is Caucasian, with his skin being somewhat fair. There's quite a few scars on his body due to all the roughhousing he does. From fighting, to childhood injuries, etc. His nose has always been a bit crooked from not healing correctly, either. His knuckles are also quite bruised.

Hagan has a fairly well defined face. Starting with his strong jawline, and but his very large butt-chin is a source of jokes. His face is fairly heart-shaped in general. His other facial features are fairly subdued, and small. His nose is droopy with small nostrils, and a thin nose bridge. Which don't look disproportionate compared to his thin lips, and small mouth. His ears are diamond shaped, and pretty big, he has them studded with earrings and other jewelry.

Hagan's style shifts from practical, to sharp. For example, casually he's never seen out of jeans, or boots, unless he's working out, or at home. Usually he'll wear a T-shirt of some kind over top of that. When he wants to make an impression, he'll wear a jacket of some kind, and he always has a jacket for every occassion.

Hagan isn't a native of Farmer Hill, his mother on the other hand, was. She was the daughter of Douglas Rosefey, the hard farmer man that'd rather live in the fields, than die in the cities. She was the oldest of many children, but was also the only one to make the decision to leave Farmer Hill with her sweetheart Albert Earls. They got married, and moved to Manchester Connecticut, where they lived a relatively peaceful life. Hagan was the result of that marriage. Life was hard, but they made due the best they could. Eventually things improved for the family.

Hagan was a relatively troubled kid growing up, and he didn't played well with others. All because of some behavioral problem the Earls couldn't sort out. Because of this isolation in school, he was singled out, and bullied by the other kids. First it started with teasing, then it didn't take long for it to become physical because they could get away with it. Albert wasn't having it, and thought Hagan the first thing about fighting in order to defend himself. He went back to school, and fought back. Making them back off. This is where Hagan learned that you need strength to get ahead in life

Advancing through school from there was easy, he didn't make too many friends, but he eventually learned to let people in. Hagan was living life at his own pace. That changed when the family split up after the revelation that his father was cheating on his mother with another woman, and even got her pregnant. This came to Hagan so suddenly, and his father left them without a care in the world. Then it just became Hagan, and his mother against the world. Nobody spoke about the falling out, and they had to try extra hard to stay afloat, with their breadwinner gone.

Going into highschool, he was desperate to learn independence from his parents, so when it's his time to out on his own, Hagan would be on his toes. Hagan did the best he could to get through classes, but they were not his speciality. Just for the passion of it, Hagan became a football player, and one of the star players. His name became known across school as the big, hard-hitting, quarterback that got all the girls and kicked ass. However, whenever he got with the girls, it felt hollow. There was something he didn't like.

He had a rather close friend in the football team that he told everything with, and explained his lack of attraction to women. That friend explained that he may not even be into women, and Hagan denied that. Hagan and this friend started to hang out a lot more, and get far closer than ever. Hagan felt something between the two, and it didn't take him long to act on that growing affection. In the locker room, the two shared a kiss when they thought they were alone. They were going to go further, but someone came in, and they stopped.

Hagan aggressively denied that ever happened, and kept away from the "friend." Bottling up his feelings, and throwing them away. Rumors came out that Hagan was "a faggot," and he started to get paranoid. Very defensive. But, it came to a head when a fellow team mate approached him, and said that he saw the whole scene take place. Threatening to tell everyone if Hagan didn't leave the football team. This made the already testy Hagan fly off into a blind rage and brutally beat the boy half to death, anything to ensure that he'd keep his mouth shut.

Unfortunately, the police didn't share the same sentiments, and Hagan was arrested, and spent a few months in juvie.

When he got out, his mother immediately sent him to Farmer Hill, a town he only heard about in off conversation. Because she thought that Hagan needed some time with her father to even him out. And evened out Hagan was. Douglas was the world's biggest hard ass, and he had Hagan working in the fields and farms. He hated it at first, being away from all he built up, but he realized they all saw him as a "a faggot." So, he begun anew in the schools in Farmer Hill, he graduated highschool, and then college came around, and his mother got him into Grand Ridge like she planned on for years.

Hagan, still defensive over his sexuality, calmed down, but there are some outbursts.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On his chest, Hagan has the symbol of a shield.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Barrier-Projection, Hagan has the ability to project a powerful barrier to protect himself and others.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Hagan's abstraction manifested in the ability to cast a shield as you could say, around himself, when threatened. This barrier is transparent, near-invisible, with a slight white tint to it. Most importantly, it acts as a solid that prevents anything from passing through it, and keeps the other side safe. When the barrier is touched, it turns opaque around the point of impact. The shape of the barrier depends on the threat presented. If someone is coming at him with a baseball bat, then it'll be relatively flat. If someone comes at him with a flamethrower, the barrier will take a rounder shape. At the moment, it's purely a subconscious ability. With the barriers manifesting to react to danger, rather than Haggar actively using it. Eventually, he'll learn how to create the barriers whenever. The barriers are fairly strong, capable of surviving a barrage of bullets, but will crumble eventually as it begins to weigh down on Hagan.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When Hagan is in the mountain, the shields become twice as durable. Able to take two times the punishment before showing signs of wearing down. His control over the shields are heightened immensely, and allows him to not only create the shields anywhere withintwenty five feet. It also allows him to manipulate the shape of the shield, along with moving it. So, in theory he could use the barriers as a weapon.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Hagan's aura sensing ability is connected to his Abstraction. It allows him to sense the auras of people who have attempted to attack him or anyone he cares about (otherwise triggering the shield), for thirty minutes, over a thirty-five meter radius. As time goes on, the radius will lower until the aura fades from his eyes.

LIMITS ⫻ Hagan can only create barriers in a twenty foot radius to protect himself, and other people he cares about. Beyond that limited radius, he's useless. The barriers are so durable that most attacks would bounce off it, but it's connected to his mental and physical state. If he's feeling particularly defeated, the barriers will lose quite a bit of their strength, and will shred like paper. Passion and courage makes the shields their strongest. He can only create one shield at a time, and the shield can persist as long as Hagan perceives danger, or it is destroyed.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Hagan's barriers are a bit weaker against extra-normal beings (the Awakened and beyond). The abilities of an Awakened have an easier time breaking down his barriers, and can even pass through them with focus. The shields getting damaged sends a mental backlash to Hagan. It starts as a basic headache, but if the shield gets destroyed, it'll be so bad that he'll be screaming in pain.

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Jordan doesn't appear to be the most approachable girl in Farmer Hill. Probably due to that scowl on her face, or that look of general irritation. Her voice is a bit gruff (due to all the smoking she does, but that is neither here nor there) and definitely doesn't help. Usually, she has a demeanor of someone that keeps to themselves, and that shows in how quiet she is. But, when she speaks, no one has a louder voice or presence than Jordan. Though, Jordan cannot walk with confidence, or even straight like other people her age do. Jordan walks with a heavy limp, as if she received a horrible injury when she was younger. She can still walk at the same pace as everyone else, but they can tell she has a problem. Closer examination tells that Jordan makes careful, and deliberate movements. Nothing sudden, or sloppy. Even as she runs, it looks like she's carefully making every single step to avoid tripping.

But, the one thing that makes her stand out in Farmer Hill so much is heritage. Jordan is African-American in a town that is primarily white. Not a native of the township, however, her "city" (Philadelphian) accent. Jordan's skin is a much lighter shade of brown, almost tan. She's what's called "light-skinned." Jordan's skin is fairly good due to all the maintenence done to it, with only a few blemishes around her body. Jordan's hair is a black color with an afro-texture, and her lips are very large, and thick. Hardly disproportionate to her relatively same sized nose, with a thick nose-bridge, and nostrils. Her eyes are small, unturned, and her irises are a dark-brown color. Jordan's ears are a crescent-shape, and medium-sized.

Jordan has plenty of tattoos all over her body. The most notable one is the weave of roses on the left side of her chest, above her breast. Going down her left thigh is three roses with abnormally long stems. On her right arm, she has a large tattoo that says "In Loving Memory of Madison Brown." But, on her right leg, there is a disgusting scar. It appears to be from surgery, but it also looks like her leg has been mangled to the point of no return. It's amazing that she can still stand up on her - but Jordan is more than willing to take barely standing than no standing. She also has a few piercings. On her ears, nose, belly-button, and nipples.

Jordan's build is fairly thin, and well-toned. She's in no means muscular, but she has some definition to her body. Of course, this tone appears to be fading, but Jordan still retains some body definition from before the accident. Her active metabolism, good eating habits, and exercise help her stay in shape. Because the last thing that Jordan wants is to become a land whale. Accident or no.

Jordan was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in a relatively lower-class family. She didn't have the best upbringing, but definitely made the best of it. Most importantly, she was never alone. She, not only had a big family, but a knack for befriending people. She seemed to be borned with a special kind of charisma. These people taught Jordan morality, and the importance of basic human decency... to a point. She definitely wasn't one to take bullying, and lashed back as hard as they did. She did the best she could to befriend as many people as possible.

It wasn't long before Jordan's interest in music developed into something more. It became a passion. It started with music class at school, and then it evolved into wanting a guitar. Her parents could barely afford it, but they got it for her for her birthday. It was difficult for her to learn with no teacher, but she found every way she could. Until she knew the guitar like the back of her hand. A friend teaching her helped. As the years went by, Jordan's passion for the guitar remained. Regardless of what mood she was feeling.

Eventually, she tried singing... with mixed results.

Either way, Jordan wanted to do it for a living, even though everyone told her that it was a terrible idea, but she didn't listen. She was happy, and that was the way she was going to live. One of the people to encourage her was Madison Brown, one of the cousins she knew as long as she could remember. Madison encouraged Jordan to do whatever made her happy, and was the closest link in her extended family. If there was someone Jordan would tell someone, it would be Madison.

Hitting highschool, Jordan hit it off with the "popular crowd." The kind of kids with no sense, that everyone wanted to be. All because of her personality, and attitude. She was the person who kept them in line, in a sense, while also enjoying the benefits they had to offer. Such as status, and a good time. She helped her cousin Madison get into this crowd, and that enriched the experience for Jordan.

This experience went on, Jordan felt like she was on top of the world. Until she hit graduation... and the worst day of her life took place. She and her friends went on a hardcore night of debauchery. Full of drinking, sex, and partying like it was the last day of their young lives. Jordan was driving them around, drinking like a fool. On a dare, Jordan ran a light, and was hit by another car. The car was sent flying, and Jordan hit another car. The car was horribly mangled, and Jordan was impaled through the leg with a steel beam. The rest of her occupants weren't doing any better, were either badly wounded or... in the case of Madison Brown, dead. Bust her head open when the second car hit her.

Jordan didn't even get to see it, as she had passed out due to traumatic shock. She woke up in a hospital, and was told what happened. What happened to Madison... and was sent into a deep descent. Jordan was catatonic for a day straight as she processed what happened. She was consumed by guilt, she felt responsible for what happened to her cousin. She took some time off from her passion to come to term with what happened. Though, her leg was badly injured, and she would never walk the same again. Hell, it took months of physical therapy to learn how to walk again. Then it tooks even more months of psychological therapy to come to terms with how reckless and stupid she was back then, and how it cost someone their life. She promised that she would never do something like that again.

Then she turned to the guitar to alleviate stress, and remembered her goal in life. Becoming one of the best guitarists the world has to offer, and hell if she was going to let a bad leg stop her. Her parents surprised her with an acceptance letter to Grand Ridge Academy. Before shipping her off to Montana... and one of the biggest changes of pace of her life.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ The symbol of an hour-glass, large and placed on her back.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Temporal-Pausing, the ability to stop time, while being able to freely move.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Jordan ironically gets the one Abstraction that could have saved her cousin. The ability manifests in creating a temporal field around herself in a six meter dome. Inside this dome, everything else is frozen in place, but Jordan (and by that extent, other Awakened, as their resistance to each other's powers render them immune to Temporal pausing) are able to move freely. While everything is static, Jordan is able to manipulate the environment by touching it. However, she is unable to manipulate people, who are entirely immutable during Temporal-Pausing. Which means she cannot injure anyone inside the field. Outside the field, paused time is entirely imperceptible to normal people, they just won't notice it - but can be frozen if they enter it. Awakened can see the field, and stopped time. The duration of temporal pausing is somewhat short, around one minute give or take, before time resumes. Once time resumes, any changes that Jordan make will instantly happen. Almost as if she had teleported. However, this isn't a voluntary ability, she has to be in a state of intense stress (I.E be threatened) for it to activate - along with having to perceive the danger. It's almost like a fight or flight reaction. It has a couple minute cooldown before she can do it again.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain extends the range of the temporal field to eighteen meters, which is fairly distant. In addition, the extension of the temporal field is greatly increased to five minutes. Which makes her Abstraction much more powerful. The mountain also grants the ability to voluntarily stop time... but only at a short range, and for around twenty seconds. She requires thirty seconds before she can voluntarily stop time again.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Jordan's aura reading is connected to people who are in danger. If someone is presently in danger (or heavily feels they are), Jordan can read their auras from around thirty-two meters.

LIMITS ⫻ When she's away from the mountain; the temporal field lasts for only one minute at a time at most, and afterwards it takes around five minutes before she can stop time again. Which means that there will be a gap in time before she can save herself, or someone else. Awakened are immune to it's effects, and some Extra-normal beings are also resistant to her time changes. She cannot manifest the field at will, she can manifest a weaker field in the presence of the mountain.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ There aren't too many weaknesses to Jordan's ability, other than the fact that some things are outright immune to the time pausing. Which means that there's some instances where her power is completely useless. In addition, she's not the most agile, because she has a bad leg, and her time stopping is sometimes the only thing that can save her.

Again, nothing to note.

Samson has the aura of an adventurer, and the body of someone who goes out on those adventures. His body is very well-toned from years of working out, and a very physical job here in Farmer Hill. Though, he has the appearance of a tough guy, a powerful force, and that wouldn't be too far off from the mark. However, he's so cheerful that it's hard to really take him as a threat. He gives of an aura of kindness, and companionship, above all else. He walks confidently, usually with his hands in his pockets, or something else.

Samson's body is very large, and powerful. He stands at six-two, but doesn't have that big of a frame. His frame is somewhat thin, no bulging muscles for Samson! Though, he has been lifting weights, and working out, in the meantime. His facial features are fairly bulky, and squared. Starting with his diamond-shaped face, he has a very squared jaw, with thin cheeks. Cheeks that are bushy with a light, well-cut, beard. He has thick, large, lips, with a medium sized and unpronounced nose. Samson's ears are medium-sized, and diamond shaped, studded with ear piercings. His eyes are medium-sized, and have a sharp look about them.

The one thing that makes Samson stand out in Farmer Hill is, you guessed it, his heritage. He's an African-American man, one with very dark skin, and an African-skullshape. His skin is fairly free from blemishes, but definitely not scar free. He has plenty of scars from injuries he received as a child, and many more from the fights he got into. He has a fleshy cutting scar right underneath his eye. That out of the way, he has an intricate pattern of tattoos. The first tattoo that he has is on his right cheek. It appears to be an eagle with it's wings spread, covered in flames that are angled downwards. Like the phoenix is taking flight. The other tattoo he has is on the left side of his chest. This tattoo is of the sun and is very tribal-like. The "flames" of the sun extends far enough to reach his shoulder, belly and the top of his neck. His arms are covered in a tribal-style wreath of flames, starting below his shoulder, going up to his hands.

As for style, Samson goes for sharp. He always has on a jacket of some kind, and jeans, that are always very well covering. Since Farmer Hill is very cold, he's always prepared for it. He always like to keep his tattoos covered as much as possible.

Samson was born a native of Farmer Hill, and one of the few black families. Which was difficult due to the racism that runs amok in the township. Samson was born to a pair of farmers in Mason Square, apart of a long line of farmers. They wanted to give Samson the best life, but they also wanted to raise him strong. Long as he could walk, he was out there in the fields helping with the animals. This built Samson into a strong child, but the problem came when school started, and the other children relentlessly bullied him because he was black. They got physical very quick, and Samson didn't know how to fight back.

But, his father did. An old friend in town, a martial arts instructor named Shane Wyatt. The only one in Farmer Hill, the one that was training kids to fight for generations. Samson was sent there, and taught karate, and while it was tough (actually embarrassing) at first, he picked up the basics, and moved onto the advanced stuff. Going from rank to rank, spar to spar, he gained discipline like no other, and humility from Mr. Wyatt. It came to the point where he was no longer motivated by revenge against his bullies, but now, self defense.

When he confronted them, he only gave one stern warning, before defending himself. The ensuing fight was brutal, but with Samson's discipline, he beat the whole lot of them. He was punished at school, but finally fighting back against those animals was worth it. However, this wasn't the end of it, as the families of the other kids wanted justice against Samson.

A few days later, one of the bullies families came to the Jeross family household, screaming and shouting obscenities for what Samson did. The parents of Samson tried to talk them down, but it escalated to violence very quickly. A huge brawl took place on the Jeross family's doorstep that got bloody fast when the other family pulled out a gun. It ended when more people came to the Jeross household, and overwhelmed them. They were brutally beaten, especially Samson's father. When the police came, they broke it up, but not one arrest was made. Future complaints were ignored.

Samson was outraged, but his father calmed him down, explaining to him that some things they'll just have to let go. From then on, Samson was targeted because of his race by his similarly aged peers. He was ostracized by the people of Farmer Hill, but he managed to find people with different views than the majority. Those people became some of Samson's closest friends. In addition, he stuck with his karate training until he became a black belt, and one of Farmer Hill's most passionate people.

Once Samson passed hurdle after hurdle, and graduated highschool, and his parents revealed they were saving for him to go to Grand Ridge Academy. He was honored, but he still had a bit of anger to deal with. He went into college for Criminal Justice, and was struggling as of late.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Flaming wings placed on his back that start at his shoulders, and go down to his waist.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Emotional-Flames, the ability to conjure a flame that either burns away emotions, thoughts, and memories, or in times of emotion, actually burns.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Samson's Awakening allows him to generate and manipulate flame, but this is no regular flame, this flame is born by Samson's emotions themselves. His rage, his passion, his hope... the flames have two main attributes that depend on Samson's mood.

Normally, Samson's flames are a white color, and appear and flow like any other flame, but it burns nothing. It generates no heat, burns no oxygen, and otherwise functions nothing like fire. However, the flames operate on a psychic level, instead of burning objects, they burn the mind. The fire, simply put, eats away the emotions, memories, and thoughts of people around him on contact. Upon being hit with the flames, emotions will be numbed, it'll be harder to think straight (almost like someone is being overwhelmed), and they'll experience short term memory-loss (they'll maybe forget where they are, and what they're doing if they're exposed to enough of the flame). The Awakened are much more resistant to the effects, but regular people will get no such luxury. After contact with people, the fire will dissipate after a few moments, as it couldn't burn up enough resources to exist. Enough of the fire will leave people emotionless, but it isn't powerful enough to eliminate all thoughts and memories. The flames generate a white light, but normal people are unable to see the flames in this state, or the light it gives off. It'll be completely invisible.

In a state of heightened emotion, the flames begin to take on a more pure appearance. Less like fire, and more like plasma (or an energy of the sort). Depending on the emotion that Samson is feeling, will affect the color (fear turns it yellow, happiness; green, etc). The flames will lose their ability to burn minds, and will be able to burn people like traditional fire, and will generate heat. Depending on how emotional Samson is, will change how hot the flames burn people. Samson is also able to draw upon the emotions of other people, which can strengthen the flames. The flames burn whatever they touch, but Samson can choose what they can and cannot burn. So if he wants to engulf two people in flames, but keep one people safe, he can do it. However, feeling rage makes the flames the hottest they can be, and burn everything in sight. Even materials seemingly fireproof burn away in the end. The flames seem to attain a slight level of sentience, and will actively burn whatever it can. When in this state, the flames can be seen by all.

Upon calming down, the flames will return to their normal state, and all the flames he created while emotional will disappear.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ While in the embrace of the mountain, Samson gains the ability to choose what flame he wants to use, can create far more fire, and make it far more potent. However, the flames in their normal state gain the ability to alter emotions of whatever gets hit by the flames. They will change people to feel the same emotion as Samson, rather than burning them away. In addition, he can choose if he wants to specifically burn emotions, memories, or thoughts (or none at all). While emotional, Samson's flames induce a state of fear, as they become so powerful that people can't help but be intimidated by it. It causes a state of flight-or-fight just by being near them.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Samson's aura reading ability is quite different from the others. For starters, he gains the ability to read auras of everything long as they are within four meters of himself. He can sense the rage that is within all creatures, and greater the rage, the brighter their aura glows. To the point where Samson can sense them further than four meters (up to forty-two meters).

LIMITS ⫻ Samson can only project the flames within ten feet of himself - outside that range, the flames dissipate. He can only create the flames for a solid minute, before the stream of flames stop. This is connected to an inner flame of his, and it is the source of his power. He'll need to give his flames time before he can use them again, but if he's angry, the flame will rejuvenate itself. Other Awakened are not easily burned by his flames, nor are their emotions easily burned.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ First and foremost, the usage of any flames burns up Samson's emotions. The more he uses his Abstraction, the less he'll feel, until Samson becomes an emotionless husk of a person. Which is something he doesn't want to do. Samson's also not completely immune to heat. While he's resistant to a point, if he passes that point, it's gonna burn him, too. His body temperature may get so high, he may burn himself from the inside out, and kill himself with fire.

Samson is basically the remaking of one of the first characters I've made when I started RPing.... with some updates of course. He has a similar personality, appearance, and power, but changed for the setting.

Britney definitely has a bit of size to her body. From the fact that she's abnormally tall - both her mom and dad were huge in terms of height - to to her sheer body mass. In fact, her sheer height is the first thing that people notice about her. Something that she's insecure about, very insecure about. Since not too many boys appreciate that she's far taller than them. That's just something that she lives with. The other aspect that makes her look big is her body shape. She has a bit of a oval body-shape that is mostly shaped by extra body fat that she just can't seem to shake off. Though, that body fat compliments her. It makes her very curvy. That was the result of puberty being very kind to Britney. Her behind's size has always been the butt of jokes among friends, and she's definitely chesty (at 44F). She is definitely a woman. Though, because of her body-shape, people also get the impression that she is fat. While she is a bit heavier than other girls, she is definitely not obese.

She has an air of confidence around her, the kind of confidence that she owns the world, and that nothing can touch her. Almost like she is noble. She takes large steps, and has a big smile on her face at all times. That nobility vibe comes in the way she dresses - she wears quite expensive and fancy looking clothing. The kind of attire that gives away that she comes from Farmer Hill's upper class. If that confidence fades for whatever reason, something is very wrong. Though, her tone of voice is quite pleasant (albeit condescending at times), she seems to circumvent that aura by being quite kind and passionate, and happy.

Another thing that makes Britney stick out in a crowd (at least in Farmer Hill) is her skin color. She's African-American, and has a bunch of different African nations flowing through her blood. She's primarily Sierra-Leonean, and Nigerian, but she is distantly Ethiopian, Sudanese, and she even has a bit of Egypt in her. Which gave her her curly brown hair that's well maintained, her facial features, and skull-shape. Her face is pretty round, mostly because of her big rosey cheeks, and her dull jawline. Which gives her a bit of a baby-face. She has a large nose with a wide bridge, and fairly large nostrils. Crescent shaped ears that are pierced, usually with large ear-rings or jewelry. She has thick lips, and a slightly wide mouth that, when she smiles, exposes her very shiny teeth. Her eyes are almond shaped, and a light-brown color.

While Britney herself is a native of Farmer Hill, her ancestors were not. It started all the way back before Britney's father was even born. Her grandfather was a very wealthy man that seemingly appeared out of the blue (Actually from Philadelphia), and landed in Farmer Hill. Starting a series of successful businesses in Farmer Hill, and quickly and aggressively snatching power and businesses from the natives of Farmer Hill - forcing some out of jobs. It was a sight to see one man gain so much power in a short amount of time, and it was even more pride hurting for the racist members of the community that a lot of the businesses are owned by a black man. Which escalated the Williams family to a higher status within the small town.

This legacy/empire continues to modern day, when the Williams family still have a strong foothold in Farmer Hill's community. Britney was born as the first daughter of her father's new generation, and three siblings followed. While daddy worked hard in the offices keeping the businesses afloat, Britney lived the highlife. She had everything that the city had to offer at her disposal, and she used it. From going to expensive schools out of town, to buying expensive clothes, to going on luxurious vacations abroad! She was living the life that people could only dream of.

Though, Britney's life was a truly lonely one. She really didn't have anyone other than herself, and her extended family. No real friendship. Exploring the US and the luxurious vacations didn't seem all that great when she went home to nobody. She felt that nobody cared. To help her end her loneliness (or at least distract herself from it) she picked up hobbies. The one that she grew to love the most is gardening. She didn't know what drew her to the hobby, but she loves doing it more than anything else. Nothing excites her more than going out and forging her garden into something special. The garden in the back of the William estate was created by her.

Britney's philosophy was heavily shaped by her mother. She did her best to keep Britney realistic, and remind her that she is one piece of a greater world. One beyond Farmer Hill. As she grew up, she tried to carefully examine her mother's words, as she began to self-examine. She went out to Farmer Hill, and tried to make friends with the other people her age. Some rejected her, in time, she began to make friends with the other girls her age. That put the idea in her head that she could do anything if she put her mind to it. She brought loneliness to an end, so she could bring anything to an end.

Her father learned of her activities, and brought an end to it. That did nothing to prevent Britney from going out, and having fun with her friends. The last thing she wanted to be was cooped up inside some shitty mansion all day, so she went out and had fun. She met a variety of people she is friends with to this very day. One of her closest friends was one of the town trouble makers, and they were practically inseparable. Though, they both discovered something about themselves skinny dipping one night that got rather heated. Sharing a kiss, the two realized their affections for each other. Britney didn't know how to come to terms with it, but kept it a secret. This lead to her relationship with her friend becoming a bit awkward, and eventually they drifted apart.

Once Britney came of age, and graduated high-school, she chose to attend Grand Ridge Academy to master in Business, and Administration. Because she realized that the hatred of her, and her self-loathing, will never end unless she becomes her own person, that stands on her own two feet. Though, she's starting to realize there's something about the town most people don't know....

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On the palms of her hands, the symbols of an orb, surrounded by vines. Completely black.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Chloromancy, the ability to channel the force inherent to all Awaken to manipulate plants, and communicate with them.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Spawning from her inherent joy, and love of gardening, Britney gained a connection with plants unlike no other. She has to ability to channel the force shared between all Awakened into the areas around her to create and manipulate plant life.

In it's rawest form, she can spawn a wheat colored energy that appears like a floating light anywhere around her with a mere thought, and move this energy around. This energy appears like a spectral force, and from this force, Britney can create any kind of plant life. Seemingly growing it from the light like a source. From this ability, she can create vines, to trees, to bushes, practically anything plant based that is limited by her knowledge of the plant. The only issue is that it takes time for Britney to grow the plant. She can't instantly make a tree appear, of course, but she can quickly make vines appear to attack people with. Now let me note, she doesn't need soil or the sort, she can create it anywhere in a three meter radius (doesn't mean they'll survive long, but yeah). Oh, I should mention that the Blind cannot see this energy, but they can see it's effects.

This energy she can manipulate can also infuse plant life. For starters, it can cause them to grow even more (much faster and more efficiently than creating it from nothing), she can manipulate existing plants, and repair damage plants (possibly reviving plants, removing toxins and diseases, and more). As a side ability, this energy allows Britney to telekinetically manipulate certain plants on a much wider radius. From up to ten meters away, she can telekinetically move things like leaves, fruit, pieces of plant matter, etc. Long as it's less than two pounds, she can lift it - but she is capable of living several things at a time, long as she doesn't lift more than thirty pounds. When she uses her ability, it's accompanied by a wind, nothing drastic. Giving the idea that the wind is doing all the work.

Britney is psychically/mentally connected to all plant life around her in a forty meter radius. She mentally knows where plants are in the area, which part of their life cycle they're in, what kind of plant they are, and what they sense. You see, to an extent, plants can feel, see, smell, and taste (There's also a theory that they can hear, but eh). Well, it's mostly limited to other plants, or certain parts of nature. Sometimes Britney wonders if she can communicate. With plants. Part of her wonders if she's crazy.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Britney's abstraction grows a bit in power, and allows her to create plantlife in a ten meter radius, and create it much faster. She can potentially cause a tree to sprout near instantly if she wills it hard enough, and can create a wreath of vines near instantly. In addition, her plant empathy will expand to all plant life within Farmer Hill. Basically giving her unlimited sight. Her ability to telekinetically manipulate plants expands to twenty meters, and she can lift a hundred pounds.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Her aura-sensing is connected to her mental connection to plant-life. By kneeling down, placing her hand down, and concentrating, she can scry through plants in a way. She can sense the auras of those standing in/touching plant life anywhere within her forty meter range. However, it depends on how dense the plant life in the area is. If the person is only touching a plant, she can vaguely sense them, but if they're standing in the middle of a forest, she'll be able to see them clearly. She can only focus on one location at a time, and a very small radius. The moment she stops focusing, however, she'll lose the ability to see their auras.

LIMITS ⫻ Britney can only create plantlife in a very limited range, and even in the presence of the mountain, it isn't exactly far. Britney's plant manipulation, whilst it doesn't need soil to enhance or grow plant life, she has a far easier time if it's there. It takes far more time and energy to create plant life on non-soils, and the plant life will die very quickly. In order to control plants, Britney needs to be connected to the earth in a way. The closer she is to soil, the stronger her ability to control plants gets. So, if she's on the second floor of a building, it'd be harder to use her power than if she was on the ground-level.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Britney's plants are as vulnerable as any other plants. They can easily be killed by fire/heat, ice/cold, poison, and they also still require water and other means to stay alive. Britney cannot create plant life from nothing - even if it seems like she does. She donates a bit of her lifeforce in order to create her plants. As she uses her power, she runs a little low on lifeforce and becomes physically weaker as she uses her abstraction. She can possibly kill herself if she uses her power too much.

Brynn is fairly tall for a woman; a good 5 inches taller than the average for her age. This height is reflected in her lanky physique and the long strides she takes when walking. She has slightly tanned skin, not unlike someone mixed cream paint with a small drop of copper, and her eyes are the color of dying grass. Light freckles adorn her slim face, resting on her blush cheeks and stretching down to either side of her thin, watermelon lips.

Being a hater of all things makeup, Brynn has a somewhat natural beauty to her, which is broken up by occasional breakouts along her hairline, and a scar on the right of her upper lip. This scar was not gained honorably in battle, but rather was a result of her 6-year-old self attempting to shave. Needless to say, her foster father at the time was surprised to find his foster daughter with a disposable razor in her hand and a bleeding lip. But, hey, she got rid of her lip hair, so she was happy.

It seems the habit of keeping up with her hair has stuck with her, as Brynn makes regular trips to the barbers. What was once a cascading waterfall of dark brown hair has now been reduced to a short, swept over pixie cut with faded blonde tips; an attempt to make washing and maintaining it quicker and easier. Since it's not really for style (aside from the dye on the tips, of course), she often hides her hair under a varying assortment of comic book snapbacks.

Said snapbacks are worn in conjunction with baggy, neutral clothing - neither too feminine or masculine. Her preferred style is grungy t-shirts that disguise her surprisingly defined chest - living up to the 'tom-boy stereotype' - and she feels naked without having some form of rope and leather bracelet on her wrist. As for pants, she wears lounge pants and sweatpants, finding jeans too restrictive and scratchy. However, some days she can be found wearing a pair of distressed baggy jeans, and even maybe a tank top. Whatever she's wearing, her outfits will always be worn with the same pine-green, zip-up hoodie, the sleeves carelessly rolled up to her elbow, tucking away the picked at cuffs and their abundance of loose thread. This is an effort to hide the strange birthmark on her left shoulder - it's a stark contrast to her skin tone, being a ghostly white, and fairly large, around 3 x 2.5cm. Despite it having no real distinct shape, Brynn absolutely hates it, as to her it is just plain ugly and out of place.

Moving on, it's hard to miss Brynn as she walks around the town. She often appears as she's in a rush, shoulders hunched and long strides practically swallowing up the distance between her and her destination, but her demeanour and attitude around people say otherwise. She's incredibly casual in the way she interacts with others (in the brief moments that she actually does), vaguely waving her arms around as she talks to people. She tends to avoid eye contact, instead letting her eyes take in her surroundings, flicking back and forth. One might think she weren't listening, or simply found it difficult to concentrate.

Not much is known about Brynn's parents, at least not by her. All that's known is that her mother birthed her in Colorado, and at the ripe old age of 1 years old, placed her into foster care and left her there. Since then, Brynn's life has been nothing but foster home after foster home, wondering why she's so unappealing to everyone that ever tries to care for her. This obviously had an affect on her, as she became more closed off as the years went on, causing her stay with different foster parents to be shorter and shorter. She would sometimes get her hopes up, especially if her stay lasted longer than usual, but she was always rejected in the end. Things back at the children's home were mostly uneventful, aside from one time that she tried to run away from the home altogether, but she never got much farther than the gate.

To try and combat the growing doubt in her mind that maybe nobody wanted her as their child, she began to find solace in music and songwriting. She managed to convince the home to buy a piano for the kids, and ever-so-subtly spent more and more time on it than the other kids. Luckily for her, they weren't all that interested in learning music, but she found herself fascinated by how much learning and playing the piano relieved her stress. At first, she started off just doing piano covers of her favourite songs, and then it evolved into writing her own short ballads. She filled up book after book with chords, sheet music and lyrics, hiding each and every one away from the world. It was her own little thing; every day she'd go to the terribly repurposed music room, playing to her heart's content until the lights went out. She even missed it every time another foster parent decided to care for her.

Things continued as normal - Brynn hopped from foster home to foster home, her passion for music growing, and even discovering new passions like writing poems and drawing little sketches. She was never as good at them as she was piano, but it was something to add a little variety mix, so she couldn't really complain. Her most recent - and still currrent - foster parent is a man named Jonathan Welsh, who picked her up 6 months after her 17^th birthday, in the middle of the summer, and drove her off to some place called Farmer Hill. She'd never heard of it before, and found it strange that a guy in a town this small and isolated would want to foster, but it was a change of scenery from all the big, loud cities.

Jonathan (he insisted on being called Jon if Brynn wasn't comfortable with calling him her foster-dad) seemed to be a cardboard cut-out of a suburbian dad - dad jokes, cheesy nicknames, running a family business... Somewhere deep down, Brynn hoped this could finally be her chance at getting adopted, however she quickly swallowed that hope. Even if she was probably going to get handed onto the next person, she figured she could at least help out with Jon's family business, and so Welsh's Butchers became Welsh^{& Co.} Butchers. She even got to paint the new name herself!

Then, the start of the school year rolled around, and Jonathan had already gotten her a spot at Grand Ridge Academy. She was impressed, to say the least, but wary that she'd actually have to interact with other people. Nevertheless, she strolled into the school, her emotions a mix of excitement and nervousness. Even for a closed-off loner, she still couldn't ignore the fact that this was one of the most sought-after schools, and she actually got a place. Still, she couldn't let it get her attached to Jon...

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A lengthy thread that goes from the very top of her head, to her toe.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Telekinetic-Attraction/Repulsion, the ability to pull objects towards herself, and repulse them at will.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Brynn's awakening unlocked potential in a telekinetic ability, but a very specialized one. She is able to create a field of mental energy that either pulls or repels objects away from herself depending on her mood. This field is powerful enough to pull any object that isn't nailed down towards or away from her. The lighter the object, the easier it is to manipulate. But, the field is strong enough to pull objects and people that are below two hundred pounds. After a certain point, the objects will be locked into the field, and will float around her (or away) from her in a field. They will remain there until Brynn dispels the field, or chooses to stop attracting them, where they will fall. But, Brynn has the ability to simply attract or push an object away from herself without the usage of the field, albeit at a much lower potency. Such as pulling a pen to herself, or pushing away an attacking animal. She can control the strength of the pull, ranging from a slight pull, to an overwhelmingly strong push. However, the closer the object, the easier it'll be to manipulate, even if it's a heavy object. She'll be able to send something flying towards/away from her at lightning speeds if it's close enough. The ability is linked to her mood and emotions. If she's feeling a positive emotion, the pull is stronger, and negative emotions make the push stronger. However, one always makes the opposite stronger.

This ability also comes with a subconscious effect on the minds of others. She subtly manipulate the minds of people around herself, and draw them away and towards her. Again, dependant on her mood. Awakened are resistant to this, but, they too can be affected.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain's overwhelming power flows within Brynn, strengthening her ability and breaking limits. Her ability's range and potency will be made much stronger, allowing her to push and pull objects of much greater strength, at a much greater range. But, it breaks a limit, and allows her to use her attraction and repulsion ability on any object within sight, rather than just herself. She can possibly pull someone to the ground, cause an object to slam into them, or lock them in place.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Brynn can see the auras of anyone alone up to fifty-two meters. This aura reading is linked to the psyche of people around them, and requires that they believe they are alone, rather than actually being alone. They must believe nobody is within ten feet of themselves.

LIMITS ⫻ Attraction and Repulsion has a much weaker potency on the Awakened, and thus, is much less effective on them. They can easily resist the pull and push, but are not immune to it. In addition, Brynn can only manipulate objects that are within twenty feet of herself, otherwise it's out of her hands. Her Abstraction is completely useless against objects are grounded, or people with strength-based abilities.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The Abstraction is connected with her mind, and causes strain. The usual psychic-nosebleeds, but it can also cause intense headaches, blurred vision, and memory-loss if overused. The Abstraction also requires care, as Brynn's repulsion/attraction ability is automatic, and she can accidentally hit herself (or someone else) if she isn't careful.

There's not a single image on the internet I could find, so instead I did a crappy outline of a balloon. Get it? Her theme song's red balloon so she has a balloon image? Anyways, enjoy it. I put a good 10 minutes into it, hrmph.

Tall, skinny and pale, Christopher wears an air of pretentiousness that can never truly be matched. His wide, thick-rimmed spectacles frame observant pools of crystal blue, resting on a puffy, long-bridged nose. However, this thick upper frame is not enough to hide his large, wispy eyebrows, as they instead find themselves poking up from underneath the rim. Above those are frizzy, deep black locks, cut short and swept over onto his face, in a somewhat casually formal style, complete with cleanly trimmed sideburns that reach just short of his earlobe. His smooth complexion is dotted with occasional freckles, and despite their small quantity, they are very much noticeable due to their dark colour. A somewhat weak chin rests just above long, pale lips, from which emerge flat yet honeyed tones. All of these features combine together to form a childlike appearance, making it hard to believe the boy is a 19-year-old. Most of Christopher's emotions are expressed through his facial features, as opposed to his plummy voice; he's almost a master at silent expression.

As for his clothing, it's very much what you might expect from someone of his upbringing. He's never seen without wearing a long-sleeved, plain color Oxford button-up, some kind of top-brand logo visible on the chest and the last button left loose. His choice of pants can differ slightly, though it's almost always blueish grey, tight fitting jeans, paired with sturdy, short formal boots; the jeans over the edge of the boot, never tucked in. On lazy days, he can sometimes be caught wearing a zip-up hoodie, but his preferred choice of coat is a half-thin, half-thick parka jacket - the seaweed outer fabric and fluffy cream lining are always a win for him.

Christopher's life has been... privileged, to say the least. He was born Christopher Jameston Pope to an upper-middle class family, in the great old city of Hartford, Connecticut. His mother, Julia, worked at a hugely successful pharmaceutical firm, earning her upwards of $95,000, whereas Malcolm - his quick witted father - was a member of the army. Young Christopher looked up to the both of them; Malcolm for his headstrong attitude that he wore like a medal, and Julia for her successful career and business skills. He had a sheltered childhood, receiving education at home, via a private tutor that his mother's wage easily paid for. The boy was attentive and eager to learn in his lessons, getting above average grades and sometimes even requesting extended lessons. Of course, his parents agreed to it, enjoying the fact that their son was so invested in academics. He was never really raised with any specific ideals, left to develop them on his own, which he eventually did. His interest was always to become a part of a successful business, with a career that could afford him a large, expensive house and lots of recognition to boot. Of course, that time was years away, and so he concentrated on learning everything he could that would help him to seek his goals.

When Christopher turned fourteen, he was taken aback when he received the news he would be attending a school. Having never spent much time outside, except to go on daytrips during the rare moments his father was home, it was no surprise that he was more than anxious about the whole ordeal. However, his mother insisted, stating that he'd never get anywhere if he spent his teenage years cooped up in the house, he'd have less success in life and would be socially inept. Never the one to go against his mother's word, he attended the first day of school, fighting against his restrictive uniform as he walked up to the gates of Watkinson School. Unfortunately, all of his nervousness was well-founded, as after a mere week he'd garnered much more attention than wanted. It seemed that a sheltered awkward pubescent boy had more appeal than the rest of the awkward pubescent boys in his class. There started what he considered the worst year of his life - the "initiation" year.

It seemed uppity upper class snobs were not that different than regular high school cliques. If they could find a way to make Christopher's life a living hell, they'd do it, all for the sake of looking cool. However, what they did was much worse than physical pain; it was psychological torture, if you were to ask Christopher. Every walk to the classroom was a paranoid shuffle through dark, looming corridors, trying to guess which person was insulting him behind his back. Girls would giggle to each other when he walked past, and guys would call out repetitive insults that still managed to cut just as deep as the first time. Despite this, none of them managed to cut as deep as Jessica Roper.

Oh, how he loathed Jessica Roper.

Christopher's first interaction with "the real life Regina George" was on one of the worst days of his life. He was doing his business - specifically, his second business - on the toilet in the gym, silently cursing himself for disobeying rule #1 of school toilets. This specific toilet was a unisex toilet, making the chances of an embarrassing interaction increase astronomically, and the universe sure did deliver. Around halfway through his anxiety-inducing 'business', as he scrolled through the various pictures of obnoxious duckface selfies on Instagram, he heard someone trying to get into the toilet. Immediately, Christopher froze, trying to say something but failing to get any words out. After a couple of seconds, he heard a voice grumble about some guy in 10th grade - a female voice. He almost dropped his phone. What could he even say? If he said he was having a crap, she would probably be completely grossed out, and he would've committed social suicide for the second time that month. If he said anything else, though, she'd probably wonder why he was taking so long, and think he was jacking off or something! However, after a minute of silence, he heard a much worse sound - the sound of the door unlocking. As in, a teacher came along and locked it from the outside, disabling the unlocking mechanism inside.

Thus began Christopher's five minutes of fame. His panic-stricken, socially suicidal five minutes of fame. He quickly finished up, rushing for the door and seeing if it would still unlock. To his dismay, the door remained unopenable, and he slammed his palms on the polished wood as they started to get clammy. His cries of 'hello?' and 'help me!' were met with silence, but he persisted, his cries getting louder and louder until he could hear muffled giggling from outside the door. No matter how much he asked for help or simply swore at whoever was on the other side (what if it was the girl from earlier?), the giggling persisted just as much as he did. After another minute of torture, a teacher finally came along to rescue the panicking, sweaty Christopher with a quizzical look.

However, his embarrassment was far from over. Christopher walked into school the next day to find that someone had recorded a video of him, and proceeded to share it around the students. "Toilet Boy" tried to find out the source of the video, following the trail of students to land at Jessica Roper. She was a petty bitch by every definition of the word, her sentences somehow always containing thinly veiled insults and sarcastic remarks. Jessica shot a few of these remarks Christopher's way, before the latter walked away to accept his fate - months of mockery and shame.

Fast-forward six months later to possibly the most important night of Christopher's life - Garrett Randall's 10th grade house party. Everyone was invited (to quote Garrett, "even the nerds!"), so Christopher decided it might be time to let off some steam at some high school party. Of course, the "everyone welcome" invitation couldn't stop the half-joking remarks made towards the boy, but he grew used to them through the night. That was, until he heard someone almost scream "TOILET BOY!" from across the room. His eyes scanned the room, landing on Caitlin Donovan. Christopher was in a mild state of panic; if Jessica Roper was Regina George, then Caitlin was her Gretchen, and said Gretchen was headed straight for him. She was visibly (and illegally) drunk, swaying from side to side and giggling like a 6-year-old. After falling onto the couch, she'd explained her predicament in slurred, drawn out sentences - she needed to get home but couldn't get a ride. Christopher begrudgingly agreed, since it wasn't fair to just leave her there, and the two wound up riding home on his poor, struggling bicycle.

The next day, Caitlin approached him again during school, nursing a poorly hidden hangover. He was preparing himself for various toilet jokes and some snide remark, but all he got was an offer to hang out with the girl, as thanks for helping her the night before. Of course, he accepted, tagging along sheepishly as he saw life as a drama-starting bitch unfold before his eyes. He was practically on a high as the day went by without a single insult or dirty look being thrown his way; nobody even giggled as he walked past. Christopher slowly realised that maybe being a bitch wasn't so bad at all, and he started to hang out with Caitlin more and more, much to Jessica's dismay. Gradually, the boy started to become more like the petty bitches he used to be afraid of, joining in with their remarks and even making up his own. The rest of his school life became a breeze, as the once crippling insults became something to laugh at (in-between throwing insults back, of course). He even almost missed it during the summer, but he had Netflix and fencing lessons to fill that void.

However, all good things must come to an end, and high school did just that. Now was Christopher's time to start thinking about his future, and said future was a decent college that people all cross the map flocked to - Grand Ridge Academy. Christopher's good grades at high school worked in his favour, getting him a spot in the Academy and praise from his parents. His first day was one filled with confidence, not a nerve-wracking hell like the ones of the past. It was just time to see how the "be the bitch" strategy would play out somewhere different...

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On his outer thigh, the symbol of a wreath of crows.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Illusion Casting, the user has the ability to cause people to see, hear, touch, and smell, things that are nonexistent.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Christopher's Abstraction Manifests in a mental ability, one that allows him to create mental images of anything that he can visualize. This ability is a subconscious manipulation of the mind, so all he has to do is picture where he wants to create the illusion, and everyone will see it. This is one of the abilities that bypass the Awakened inherent resistance to each other's powers, and requires a bit more effort to defeat. Whatever he creates an illusion of mimics the properties of the object. So, if he were to create a brick wall, it'd have the texture of a brick wall, and be just as durable (Fooling the mind into thinking it was real). Rain would feel like rain, and then drip down objects. Until he either dispels the illusion, or it is destroyed. He can create several illusions at a time, but the more illusions (or bigger the illusion), the more energy he has to expend. If Christopher pleases, he can create illusory sounds, or make an object invisible.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain allows Christopher to create more/bigger illusions without expending more energy, and gives him more range. It also grants Christopher the ability to create illusory duplicates of himself. These duplicates are exact copies of Christopher down to the clothing, but he can control them freely. He can see through these duplicates, and even communicate through them. They fade away after taking one solid hit, so they'd be good as scouts. He can create up to five illusory clones at a time.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Christopher's aura reading is connected to deception, any kind of deception. In short, if he tricks someone, he can sense their aura for a period of time. It's dependant on the size of the lie - the bigger the trick, the further away he can sense someone, and the longer he can. If it's a quick little white lie (Like trying to avoid being socially blunt), it'd be able to sense someone from three meters away, and for about a minute at most. If it's a huge deception, such as tricking someone out of money, or into believing something false, he could sense them from around fifty meters away, and for about thirty minutes. That is the ceiling.

LIMITS ⫻ The biggest limit is range, Christopher can only create illusions within ten feet of himself (When he's in the presence of the mountain, that range shoots up to fifteen). When he leaves this radius, the illusion will fade away, and he cannot create it outside the radius. Christopher also relies on concentration, he needs a moderate amount of concentration to maintain an illusion. If that concentration is broken, the illusion will disappear. The ability is heavily linked to Christopher's mind, and what he can visualize. It doesn't mean everything he makes is perfect, and it is possible for him to make mistakes. Which leads to a weakness...

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The Illusion Creation ability is dependant on how much people believe in it. The Awakened can be completely immune to it if they know that it's fake. Such as there being a glaringly obvious mistake or anything of the sort. Once the illusion has been discovered, anyone can see through it with ease. Which means subtly and logical thinking is key. In addition, his illusions can be destroyed, as they possess the durability that Christoper perceives them to have. Such as that table I mentioned earlier; it can be destroyed just like any regular old table, and it'd be gone. Same goes with anything else really.

His quote is actually an Oscar Wilde quote, but it fits his personality so well that I don't even care.

Despite his height, Derick has the most unassuming presence out of anyone in town. Metaphorically speaking, if this was a game of hide and seek, he could win... just by standing there. He isn't very eye-catching to look at as he is what is known as "average." There's a perpetual sense of drowsiness written all over his face with drooping eyes and a penchant to yawn every now and then... yet, he has no bags under his eyes. Derick doesn't exactly try hid hardest to look happy or sociable - he mainly looks like he just wants to be left alone.

Derick is a bit soft-spoken and slurs a bit, but he has a surprisingly deep voice that would put most masculine males in the community to shame... heck, it's like someone decided to create a guy and slap random aesthetics onto him just for the hell of it. While he does have a bit of chub around his belly and a tinge around his face, he is strangely a lot lankier and thinner than one might presume at first, especially with the clothing he usually wears. While he does have a bit of muscle here or there, it isn't very prominent. However, he does have a "box-like" frame (which basically equates to if he stretched his arms out and stood straight for once, he could fit inside a large box).

For the most part, his body is fairly light; not to pale, not too tanned... he just has a fair skinned hue, nothing more, nothing less.

Derick's day to day clothing doesn't have much variety when you look at it... the only thing unique that he has is his tuxedo, but you don't see him walking around with that every day, no? His usual duds consist of hoodies, with the color ranging from the darkest of blue's to the lightest of cerulean's. Generally speaking, blue hoodies are the only types of hoodies he wears. Underneath, he just has a plain white t-shirt... unless it's his work clothes which basically boils down to a "Dane's Diner T-Shirt." His pant are a plain beige color and he alternates between wearing running shoes, hiking boots, or steel-toed boots. He also has a snake tattoo on his right arm, which stretches and swirls all the way down to his wrists.

His visage, for one, is fairly... painfully plain in appearance. There really isn't anything interesting about his face... unless you count having a slightly fat nostril for something out of the ordinary. Other than that, the size of his nose is regular all the way around for the rest of it all. His green eyes are often glazed, out of focus, and very dull to look at. The size of his ears are a regular, rounded shape with some shallow concavity... too bad that's hidden behind his bright red hair. He has pencil thin lips that are a bit dried out; always makes sure to keep chap-stick on him at all times. Along with that, his face is pretty rounded, save for a sharp, box shaped place known as his chin.

For all his life, Derick has lived in the quaint little town of Farmer Hill for as long as he has remembered... sure there were a few times where he traveled outside, but for now that honestly isn't important. His ma and pa were known for running a rather old timey family restaurant known as Dane's Diner... Derick can't exactly recall who set it up, his grandpa or great grandpa? Eh, doesn't really matter, it's just really, really old.

For the most part, he was given the same loving as most children around the area, but not enough to be coddled to the brink of being unable to fend for himself. Derick's life, for the most part, had its ups and downs but life was pretty boring around here... nothing too special if you just ignore the racist hicks around here. Was into sports, had a healthy relationship with parents, and budding friendships all around. Really, that peaceful, quaint life seems ideal, but it really did bore the hell out of Derick... So, he started getting into multiple things to keep him on his feet.

For starters, the first sign that he could start working at his family diner? He hopped at it... sure, he was young and the fact that all he did was hand out menus or distributed flyers from time to time wasn't that hard, but it left him with a sense of pride. Along with that, there was some competition about for a while... but then one day the diner across from them going out of business. His parents became a little more than ease at it; Derick never understood the impending paranoia.

When he was older, he got into some sports, but nothing too serious unless you count track and field - that really kept him on his feet. For the most part, he stood out a smidgen in high school, but nothing to warrant all around popularity. He had is clique, friends, had his eyes set on Grand Ridge Academy with the intent of being a physical therapist after taking a long ass time to recover from a car crash he got into with some friends late one night... he swears none of them were drinking at the time.

Anywho, I'm getting off subject. Aside from that little incident, life was good all around... well, almost all good for the most part. It wasn't until traveling outside of Montana one summer when he was sixteen that he felt his life was flipped upside down... and no, it wasn't being introduced to the "city life" that caused it. There was a little... incident during his vacation which left him acting strangely when he came back, both physically and mentally.

For starters, there was the fact that he began alienating some of his own friends, wishing himself to be left alone. While a few stayed behind with him, he drove away most of the people he had that could of possibly supported him. Further more, there were a few issues later on during his next year with the track team which caused him to quit the team... and then, during his final year, he carried around a stick - a walking stick to be precise. Earned him some teasing and a couple of malignant nicknames, and once, having his walking stick hidden from him and being tripped in the process without it... yeah, those weren't very good days...

With most of his vigor gone, he started caring less and less about a whole lotta' things, even going as far as to stay behind a year before attending Grand Ridge Academy. During this time, Derick suggested that he moved out to the dorms as opposed to staying in his old room at his parents place; said it would be a lot easier getting around and it would help him be a little more independent. While his parents did honor his ideas, he mostly did this to isolate himself from them.

After all, this for the best, isn't it?

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ His sigil takes the shape of a rather simple eye; there's one etched on the palm of both of his hands.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Space-Time Distortion; contrary to the name it just allows him to "flow" between the different realities of this world.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Derick's Abstraction manifested due to him questioning his own life and the what-ifs of it all. There isn't a whole lot of catches to utilizing this power, nor are there a whole lot of things to trigger when he can use it. It'll happen when it happens... and when it does happen, it will be random as ever living heck. Derick will randomly warp the area around him, all while fading out of existence... and then, pop, he'll be in an alternate dimension, different from the one he exists in. While it does put him there, he is only able to watch on the sidelines as a spectator. It's impossible for him to interact with other people, however he can alter the physical environment... to an extremely limited degree. Giving things a gentle nudge, opening doors, causing something to fall over, you name it.

However, there is a sort of "controlled" degree to it all... well, depending on the scenario. If he has a "purpose" being there, once he has fulfilled it, he will automatically distort and warp the area before returning to his realm. If there is no reason, well... he'll return home when he'll return home. Along with that, the only people who can actually react to these distortions and the fact that he disappears are other awakened. If he disappears in the middle of class, only the awakened will be able to tell... otherwise, class will go on as normal...

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ While he isn't able to control the fact that he bounces between different dimensions, he seems to do it a lot less in the midst of the mountain. If anyone has played Bioshock Infinite, then you'll know that he's able to pull items through other dimensions for his own use... if they exist in said area at the time; the effects are temporary. Another strength is that he can pull other "Derick's" from other dimensions for his own use... however, they are fleeting and can only affect the dimension they're in for so long before returning back; the other versions of him, when destroyed are returned back to their own dimension, unharmed.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Derick can sense the despair within other people, no matter how little or small, he will know if something wrong. However, there are two ways he can go about this. The first is he needs to have what is considered a "sensible bond" with said person... which essentially means he has to befriend said person. Another is he has to have contact with an item something touched... however, this is largely inaccurate due to the fact that whatever despair he's feeling could be from hours ago to weeks.

LIMITS ⫻ There particularly aren't any applicable limits to his base ability other than the fact that he is unable to pull other people into alternate universes. Once he gets into the mountain's presence, however, is when he begins to face limits. He can only make objects manifest for a limited period of time (before they are returned), but it depends on the size of the object. He could make a pencil stay for hours, but a car can only remain in our world for around ten minutes. Same with the other versions of Derrick, they will return to their home after thirty minutes (or if they are killed). The other versions of Derrick possess no special abilities, and are human.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Derrick can be trapped in another world for an unlimited amount of time, potentially. He could be helpless to watch the events unfold without him, and it could be ages before he can return. It's enough to make a man go insane. In addition, Derrick has to be careful pulling in objects from other worlds. If an object touches it's extra-dimensional counterpart, there's a chance the two objects may merge and destroy each other. Which includes Derrick's clones...

Everett, otherwise known as Griffin, makes every effort to appear to be the most undiscriminating and friendly fellow you'd ever meet. Nothing about him is particularly imposing thanks to his average height, and while his build may be particularly stocky and muscular it's simply hard to find yourself feeling even somewhat uneasy around his shorter stature and winning smile. His eyes hold a dark green that could almost be directly compared to the color of pine needles and his dark obsidian-black hair coupled with his olive colored skin gives him a laid back and calming persona. If you were to look at him it would be easy to tell that while he's comfortable in the way he looks, he truly doesn't care too much about outward appearances. His long curly locks always seem to just barely be hanging over his eyes and the only way he seems to be able to tame the black mop upon his head is to stuff most of it beneath the dark brown beanie he's never seen without. His features, while fairly firm cut, are nothing to take special notice of and if anyone was honest the only thing that truly stands out from Griffin is the bright smile he carries with him. His clothing, just like the rest of him, remains non-descript as he only wears whatever he feels like is necessary for the day. He'll wear simple jeans and a t-shirt, sometimes even a nice jacket if he feels like it but other than this one could never identify him from just his clothing. The only true constant is that he always wears the same colors: dark browns, blacks, and greens. One simple scar runs across his neck although he never acknowledges it and simply laughs off any questions about the particularly nasty looking mark. Because he always wears longer sleeved shirts, most don't know that he has an entire sleeve of tattoos up his right arm although he doesn't intentionally hide them, and whenever asked about them he simply states that they're of 'personal nature' and leaves it at that.

Griffin loves to pretend his life is perfect, and there's nothing going wrong in his life at all. For the most part this is true but he's hiding from one horrible truth: he let his sister die. The two of them grew up in a relatively safe childhood, and were always the closest of siblings despite their larger age difference. Griffin loved his sister more than anything in the world, and even as they grew into adults he always cherished her and supported her in everything she did. Then, one night, on the night he turned 18 he received a call from his parents explaining that his sister had been murdered. Over the next few weeks they found that she had been in abusive relationship, and one night her boyfriend had gotten too far down the bottle and had lost control before going into a drunken rage. The idiot never realized what he was doing and by the time he came to his senses, it was too late and there was blood on his hands. To Griffin this destroyed everything he had thought about the world... And he would always remember the fact that his sister had told him only a week prior that she was beginning to grow worried about her boyfriend and his destructive tendencies.

"Give him one more week. Just one more. I'm sure you'll see it's all fine." He had told her, knowing that a break up would only cause his sister more stress at the time. That event changed everything for him. The world was cruel, and chaotic. His sister had been a good person and she had been beaten to death in her very home. Never again would he stand by and ignore a call for help like that. Hopefully, some day, he would recover from the shame of not protecting her. Telling her to stay with her boyfriend is his greatest kept secret, and he won't ever tell anyone of that mistake. Ever since this event he's shaped his life by it.
Every tattoo upon his body is a work in progress, reminding him of every-time he tried to help someone, no matter how small. Each time he feels like he may have made a difference he goes to get another mark upon his skin, slowly growing the sleeve of ink.

From then on he set out into the town in order to force himself into avoiding self pity. He got a job, he paid his bills, he bought his own place... Anything to keep him busy in-between going out to do his usual charity.
Eventually, he hopes that if he does enough good deeds he'll be able to push passed the loss of his sister.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ His sigil rests directly on the left side of his chest, just above his heart. It's shape seems to be two circles, one black and one grey, both circling each other and about to touch however they are just out of reach, much like an incomplete ying-yang.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Astral Projection: Allows Griffin to leave his body to walk the land as an invisible ghost

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Astral Projection allows Griffin to entirely abandon his physical form and roam the earth in an invisible, incorporeal form. When he does this his own body grows unconscious and will remain that way until he chooses to return to it. While in this form he has the ability to freely walk through objects, fly, and even communicate with other Awakened so long as he chooses to allow them to be able to see him. The form does have limitations however as he's entirely unable to interact with any sort of physical objects unless he chooses to enact the second part of this ability, which is Astral Possession. By doing this he can enter someone elses body and see through their eyes while also feeling what they feel. He can communicate with them though telepathy and even somewhat affect their senses however he cannot in any way control them, their actions, or their decisions. He is simply a passenger along for the ride, and other Awakened can choose to remove him if they have enough time to concentrate on the task. When possessing another Awakened he also proves to be able to hone in their concentration for them, allowing them to think faster and even somewhat amplify their own abilities.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When near the mountain, Griffin gets an entirely new set of abilities compared to his regular Astral Projection. When in this state he can leave his body and freely interact with the physical world around him just as his regular body might. Beyond this, he now can fully possess people, however if they choose to reject him he finds it difficult to control them.
AURA SENSING ⫻ Griffin can sense anyone in pain, whether physically or mentally, so long as he's within the range of vision of them. The stronger the pain and the more likely he is to sense it quickly. His only other ability is to sense when people are truly happy.

LIMITS ⫻ Griffin has unlimited range, and no time limit, while astrally projecting, but the further he gets away from his real body, the weaker the link gets. He'll get slower, and his field of vision will be significantly reduced past a seventy-two meter radius. Unless he inhabits a body, then he can go wherever the host goes with no limits (until he leaves to move around). Speaking of his ability to hitch a ride, he can easily be forced out of someone's body with a bit of concentration (it's easier for an Awakened to do it than a regular person).

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Griffin's body, while astrally projecting, is left defenseless as his consciousness is leaving his body. Thus, he's a hollow husk, and is vulnerable to all sorts of harm. Entering someone else' body also has a deathly drawback; he'll begin to absorb parts of their personality and memory over time. Which means he'll adopt pieces of them into himself subconsciously... at the cost of his own memories and personality. Overusing it will cost Griffin everything that makes him, him. In addition, while riding along in someone's body, he feels all the pain they feel, and can possibly be killed.

Clay is without a doubt eye-catching in his own, special way. When one looks at him the first thing to notice is easily his bright caramel colored eyes that always seem to have some sort of mischief about them. Anytime anyone would look at him there are always murmurs of 'that boys up to trouble' or disapproving shakes of the head. One look into his eyes and anyone can tell he's plotting something. Beyond this his hair and face continue to add on to what many people would begrudgingly admit is a fairly attractive man. His skin is a darkened brown and red, almost as if he was always just slightly sunburned, while his hair is the purest black one could find. It hangs down his back in a way which is just long enough to wave in the soft breeze. All of his features are chiseled and sharp, giving him an intense yet pleasing persona even though he never quite intends it.

This, coupled with his somewhat impressive height causes him to always wander with a confident aura about him that many would never deny borders on being outright arrogant. His clothing rarely changes from day to day, always including jeans which generally have some sort of hole or tear in them, a tank top at all times even when the weather shouldn't allow it, and a worn denim jacket that he never leaves home without. Lastly he always seems to have a red bandanna wrapped around his forehead to keep his slightly longer then average hair from getting in his face.

All along down his hands and up towards his wrists are several small scars which come from his time constantly getting into trouble and into scrapes. If he was to take off his shirt several more, and much more evident scars would be seen which he would gladly discuss and explain how he got every single one with a definite grin upon his face.

Clay lived in the city up until 6 years ago, when he and his mother moved into town. Since then Clay has made friends, and a reputation, for himself that most know about. His mother however is entirely reclusive and nearly no one in the town can even say they've held more then a few sentences of conversation with her. Any rumors about her are conflicting, with some saying she's the sweetest old lady around, and others saying she's quite possibility the meanest resident to live there in years. The fact is, all of these stories are true. Clay's mother suffers from a unique mental disorder which forces her to harshly swap between several different personalities, all with their own unique and disturbing traits. This causes Clay to feel ashamed of his mother, and he only stays in the house long enough to take care of her needs, otherwise he's off to work to pay the bills that she can't.

The reason Clay is so quiet about this is due to one simple reason: his grandfather had this disorder, as did his great grandfather. He knows it's hereditary, and he's doomed to the same fate as his mother. Because of this he lives his life to the fullest, trying to distract himslef from his inevitable fate of absolutely going insane. He want's absolutely anything but that, and prays that one day one of his stupid stunts ends with him never getting up and escaping everyone he knows someday seeing him this way.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Clays sigil is a simple gothic looking X upon his forehead, hidden by his bandanna.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Abhorrence Osmosis: The ability to draw upon others negative emotions in order to enhance Clay's physical form

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ (I realize you said to shy away from powers about the body, so I'll understand if you want me to change this!) Clay feeds off of others negative emotions, specifically those based in kinds of fear. By physical touch he can take these fears and absorb them into his own body, temporarily granting relief to those who feel such terror, and this fear then briefly changes and empowers him based on how intense or long lasting the fear had been manifesting within the users mind. While he has this power his body is morphed to become faster and stronger while also taking tendencies towards what the fear-vector was afraid of. For example if he were to take fear from someone who had a long lasting phobia of spiders, he would also possibly grow legs, or be able to climb upon walls, Ect. If it so happens that these fears are a long-going and deep rooted fear (such as true dread), Clay receives much more power and physical changes.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Clay is quite possibly the only person who doesn't ever want to have his powers amplified by the mountain, as when in its presence he is forced to draw upon the truly biggest source available to him: himself. When this happens, he becomes exactly what he dreads: a monster with incredible strength and an absolutely unreasonable mind. This is when he achieves true insanity.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Clay can see Auras of those who intend on causing danger, however he can only do this when they are practically right in front of him. Beyond this his only other aura seeing ability is to see when people are scared, however this is a fairly short ranged ability unless it is an intensely amount of fear.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

Lee was not born in Farmer Hill nor anywhere in the U.S., but he was born in a place at the other end of the Earth, in China. He was a son of a woman, who sold her body as a mean to live.And he was nothing more of an accident of her spending her youth with someone. Despite that, the woman loved and cared for her little angels, who she claimed was sent by God for her to amend her life to a better direction. The woman stops going out from the house at night in the exchange of caring and tending her little son. And she started finding a job at the local school, being the janitors will a low salary. Their life was harsh on all sides. But it never stops the women from sacrificing her beauty to care for her son.

At the age of six, Lee could remember him spending his daytime at school. And at night washing mountains of clothes, with his hand desperately in the frozen water just to earn some cash. And his mother, the once famous for her beauty is now covered in scared. She now has eyes' socket appeared on her face. Her long hair is now cut short, and her soft hand had become stiff under prolonged exposure to bleach. Their daily meal composed of eggs and some self-grown vegetables in their garden. It was still a harsh life, with nothing changed much compared today Lee's birth. But despite all those troubles in his early life, their life was still filled with hope and laughter.

But everything must have an end and so is love. At the age of thirteen, Lee's mother was diagnosed with AIDS.The doctor said it was caused due to her actions in the past. And she was only expected to live for 2 months. It was a torturing moment for Lee, unable to do anything to help her. He was unable to ask for any loans from the bank nor the mafia due to him being so small, so weak, and so insignificant in this world.And with every effort he could, he took care of his mother the best a thirteen years old could. He showed her his perfect score in the class, the money he earned every day from washing the mountain of clothes that now seem as light as washing paper. He did everything for her, making her laugh, to feel being cared, to be proud. And every day under the sunset light cast through the small window, she would whisper while patting softly on his head, "I'm proud of you, son. And I'm thankful for what you have done to me."Until one day, Lee came home and saw her resting on the table, a few meters away from her usual resting place. On the table, laid his favorite soup, along with his mother resting on her arms, eye closing with a smile still appeared on her face. She was resting, like an angel enjoying her rest in this chaotic world. The next day, a funeral appeared in the small house, carrying Lee's mother body to her final resting ground. The family was so poor that Lee was unable to buy her a proper tomb and coffin. And it pained him.

And then, there came a man who declared as Lee's biological father. He did not ask for Lee forgiveness nor his acknowledgment. The only thing that the man asked was to earn his grandfather acknowledgment as the patriarch of the family after his death.And doing so would grant him power and respect in the family. He would provide anything necessary for Lee's abroad fees and all thing he needs. But the man wants his father, Lee's grandfather, to pass his title as the patriarch of the family to Lee's father. In return, Lee's mother name would be included in the family tree and have a proper funeral.

And so Lee agreed with the strange man deal. Although Lee did not care for all those fame and glory that the man provided, but giving his mother a proper funeral is the smallest thing he could do for her. And so, Lee flew to America, a land where he had only read in books and poems, a land filled with people with different skin colors and different languages. It excites Lee a little bit. But Lee's goal was clear, to earn his grandfather agreement on the title.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On one hand, Lee has a symbol of a hammer, and on the other, he has a wall.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Deconstruction & Reconstruction, Lee's right hand takes apart an object, while the other is able to build the raw materials into something new.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ The Abstraction that Lee has received links to his desire to work hard, and his discipline. He now has the ability to build up something new; with his right hand, an object is taken apart. Converted into a glowing aura that floats uselessly in the air, and has an adaptable form. In this state, Lee can manipulate it to a small extent with focus, basically move it around. But, with a touch of his right hand, and a bit of focus, he can completely change the shape of the object. Such as turning a table into a sword, turning a rock into a blade, and turning a piece of metal into a key. This ability is nearly limitless, can create everything long as he has the materials for it. I should note that this doesn't change the material at all, only the shape of it. A brick will always be made of clay no matter how long he holds onto it. This ability is touch dependant, and it isn't an instant process. The longer he touches the object, the more of it he makes malleable and the inverse applies to creating an object. So, the smaller the object, the faster he can work with it. The only limit is time and stamina, he could possibly make a building, but it'd take hours.

THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain allows him to convert and create objects at a much faster rate, being able to do it in half in the time. However, the mountain gives him the ability to de/re-construct at a distance. He can use his abilities on anything within fifteen feet of himself. Except, it's much slower than if he touches it with his hands. He also gains the ability to convert one material to another... but only in a very small amount (about a handful).

AURA SENSING ⫻ Lee's aura reading allows him to sense the auras of people who have just broken something for a period of time. If someone broke a bottle, and left it on the ground, he'd be able to sense their aura for about nine minutes, and from around six meters away. If someone trashes someone's car on the other hand, he can sense them from about sixty meters away and for about an hour.

LIMITS ⫻ Again, the biggest limit has to be the conservation of mass. He can't pull materials out of his ass to build with, so he has to work with what he's got. The other limit is time, it takes time for him to take apart an object, and time to put it back together. A pen can instantly be taken apart and put back together, but something larger like a bat would take a minute or two at most. A car would take a few hours to take apart and put back together. The other thing he has to keep in mind is stamina, as doing any of this drains his energy, and he'll get tired after using it for awhile. His power also doesn't work on anything alive/organic (So metal yes, wood, no), or anything destroyed (such as burned beyond all recognition). Other than that, his power lacks limits.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Concentration is the biggest challenge Lee faces, his ability is completely useless if he cannot focus. It'll take longer, and he'll have a harder time changing the shapes of objects. If it's broken while he's using it, then the objects will be destroyed, and useless to him. If he's interrupted, it may misfire, and injure him (like a piece of his flesh will be disfigured). Being careless/rash can also damage him/the material.

"Get the flu out, now."

To get started, she is paler than she looks, resembling the typical afraid-of-the-sun person with a mismatched tan: caused by unprotected exposure to the sun making her arms, leg and neck a little tan than her torso. Her skin is marked by more than few birthmarks scattered across her body in random fashion.

Julia has her mother's frail body, perhaps the most notable characteristics being her size. Julia is pretty much the definition of tiny: only 4'10" tall, weighing about 82 lbs: giving her the honorable title of the smallest of her family. She sports a slim build (petite if you want to think positively) of someone who doesn't exercise that much. Even that she is definitely not missing womanish figure, her breasts are AAA-cup since pretty much when she started to care about sizes.

Julia's face is oval shaped with a few traits lacking on her mother: hazel eyes, snub nose and jet black hair -- in which is kept at shoulder length, sides always behind ears. She also has a small gap between her upper front teeth.

Julia's shyness appears in her clothes and behavior, being definitively someone who doesn't has the likes of a person who draws attention to herself. Julia speaks in an undertone almost as she is talking to herself only. You'll definitely see her as having a serene aura as if it is impossible to make her angry at anything. Julia prefers casual clothing whenever possible, bearing only the minimum: eyeliner, lip balm, sun block (She knows or two things about skin care), jeans, and going for anything between tank top to plaid flannel shirts.

Julia was born in a series of unfortunate events. By the time she was born her mother was only eighteen and--added to the fact no one knew the father was (or at least her mother lied to everybody)--there was a lot of whispering about Barbara Otter and her mysterious affair. The impact was huge of course and as soon as Barbara came with the news her grandparents kicked her out on the premise she had to learn the hard way. Not only having to leave college but Barbara started working to provide enough food for her and her new family.

The years after that was a spiral to something worse. Depression, drug abuse and alcohol became part of Barbara's routine, making Julia's relationship with her mother more damaged. Knowing she somehow was the one to blame Julia grew reclusive on her own little world while her mother was growing bitter even more. Eventually Barbara left without any trace, leaving an eight years old Julia alone.

Without any viable options, Julia was sent to adoption and later being under the caretaker of Wilhelm and Elizabeth Otter whom by that time was in Farmer Hill starting a bakery. Their financial condition gave Julia a decent scholarship and comfortable living; later, Julia started a part-time job with her family in their bakery, honing her skills in cooking and helping administrating as she could. Eventually as she finished high school, she started a brand new life at Grand Ridge Academy.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A large chameleon & an eye in her left shoulder.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Perception Filter

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Julia's abstraction renders herself unnoticed to the perception of others. Technically there's no invisibility involved: as soon as she wants--poof --she "isn't there anymore" from your view.

In simple words whenever she uses her abstraction she enters in a nonexistence state. Think as that sensation people has: like someone is following them or behind their back. Julia's faint presence is there but her telepathic signals is stronger than yours, thus tricking you into believing there's no one in there. Her abstraction also extends to a limited amount of mass as she is able to cloak her clothing and objects.

Julia's power is not perfect though. Devices such cameras can capture Julia's image. And even if she is hidden she still can leave traces like sound or smell or interactions with environment.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain extends the additional mass Julia is able to cloak, allowing her to carry another person with her.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Julia's aura reading is connected to her own emotions. She can sense when people are being elusive, being able to tell when people are being honest or not in a radius of ten meters. This purple aura is faint and requires the person to be in her field of view.

LIMITS ⫻ Other Awakened are naturally resistant to the telepathic signals that Julia sends out. However, her ability overpowers their resistance to the point where she can stay invisible long as she is outside of a three-foot radius. Julia can only remain invisible for ten minutes straight, before she wears her mind out. If Julia goes too fast while invisible, she'll become partially visible. "Too fast" in this context would be her running speed.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Her ability wears down her brain after a little while, and causes nose bleeds, and painful headaches. In addition, she hides her own body while invisible, and thus her hand eye coordination and fine motor control take a hit. In the mountain, in order to keep unnoticed, Julia needs to be at least seven times her usual range from other Awakened: 6m or 21ft.

Gregory never dresses in a way that makes him eye-catching or unique, despite having some rather handsome (albeit boyish) features. He always seems to sport some variant of the country bumpkin look, which tends to put people off due to his city-born Australian-British accent. His eyes are usually cast downwards and out of sight, away from the public eye or other people in general, if he can help it. When in a crowd or around people he doesn't know he grows exceptionally more extroverted, leading many people to believe it's an act and that he's hiding something. The biggest piece of evidence lay in his crystal blue eyes: They always look so distant, so sad, like he's about to cry constantly. Even when he acts out and adopts an extroverted nature, he still has this glaring sadness within him which has sparked a little too much curiosity among his peers.

Greg isn't quite masculine. In fact he tends to get jealous looks from some girls, considering his weight never changes despite how much he eats and how little he exercises. He has some clear definition in his arms and legs, but his gut... Well, lets just say Greg hasn't practiced martial arts in awhile. If it weren't for his dressing up as a guy, he could quite convincingly pass as a girl, something which disturbs even him. He's never grown a single piece of facial hair, much to the scrutiny of his peers, and lacks a whole lot of body hair in general. He hasn't even had to trim down there yet!

OK, too much detail.

By all accounts, Greg looks just like his mother: Medium brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, smooth silky skin and a total lack of any kind of marks on his body. The only real thing that he has in common with his father is his eye shape, which clearly outline his Japanese heritage. His style of hair is unkempt, left wild and free and quite easily swept around by the wind. He has no real bodily alterations - no scars nor tattoos nor piercings - and usually dresses casually. Never seen without a plaid shirt, he usually sports some kind of plain, long-sleeved shirt underneath, mixing checkered red and black with a simple grey, black, or occasional "random" lazy choice. This is often complimented by simple pants of any design - jeans, "tracky-dacks", cargo pants - which has lead to some... odd combinations in the past.

Ever the smart-arse, Greg will sometimes dress in ways which make him incredibly noticeable when going out. In a banana costume, for example. He always sports a toothy grin on occasions such as these which feel genuine to most, however it's hard to tell if he himself is being authentic. His quick-witted nature is complimented by his Australian upbringing, clearly embedded in his accent: A cheery, yet quiet voice which borders both Australian and British, but isn't here nor there. He's a bit of a block-head, both literally and figuratively, and carries a mostly lanky bodily frame, save for his gut. His skin is slightly tanned due to all his time in Australia, going out into the sun and getting burned for it, though this compliments his otherwise pale body rather than detracts from it.

Despite what Greg might say about his past, it was anything but normal. He grew up in Sydney, his father having moved from Japan and his mother from Farmer Hills. He lost his mother when he was quite young and just starting school - a tragic mugging gone wrong which left Gregory unable to cope too well. His father wasn't a great fatherly figure, but the two got along well, and the young boy was taught many things which would help him in life. The most important of which was that hard work can make anyone's dreams come true, followed by how to make other people laugh.

Gregory was a natural at making others perk up and laugh. Ever the class clown, his quick wits and above-average intelligence in his early years often got him recognition as a cool kid. He always seemed to get away with it too, able to lie through his teeth and not get told off whenever he made a joke about someone. He only ever got better with practice, seeing as his younger mind felt that lying was something most people could (and would) fall for, if you can hold a straight face.

His early school years didn't involve a whole lot of drama. He just did what he did, making other people laugh and somehow get passing grades. But his high school years were something else all together...

A new girl by the name of Skye Fairburn was a welcome addition to Gregory's potential targets. What was most appealing about her was that she always gave the best reactions, from screaming to yelping to anything in between. It was mostly pretty harmless to begin with, actually. Gregory would pull pranks on her or mess with her stuff for a giggle or laugh. The responses she came up with were hysterical, the two going back and forth like a pair of monkeys, though only one of them was truly enjoying the situation. Greg would later wish those early years was where it stopped.

But, as they do, things get worse. Skye was something of an academic genius, acing everything in the grade with diligence and excellence. Teachers thought she was a miracle from God. Greg, having been the best in class for about two years now, really didn't like being upstaged. So, he decided to knock her down a peg or two. It began as little bits of belittling and banter, however it ended up being something much darker. He began to bully her, sabotage her grades even at the sacrifice of his own, and even got physical once or twice, though thankfully these were minor occurrences. Yet the damage being done was mental rather than physical. The offset for such harassment was the sudden shift in lifestyle for Greg. His father had just lost his job, and the two were living off whatever they could just to scrape by. Little did Gregory know, Skye's mother was also laid-off for the same job at the same time, which sent Skye herself into a deep depression.

Things came to a climax one day as Gregory was walking his dog by The Gap at Watson's Bay. The massive cliff-side was only ever barricaded by a waist-high mesh and metal fence, with strong waves and blunt rocks below. As Gregory came around the lighthouse, he noticed a figure he hadn't seen there before. A girl. Skye. Standing over the railing. Looking down. With a blank look on her face.

About to step forward.

Gregory dashed forward faster than he ever had in his life! He vaulted the small fence and grabbed whatever he could. He was lucky enough to - just barely - grab Skye by the arm, however he could barely hold on himself. One arm holding on for dear life and practically dislocated, and the other holding Skye's arm. She was shocked, barely able to process what was happening, yet her eyes... they looked so blank. So dull. He'd never seen that look before from Skye, not even when he was at his worst. Blank stares continue to haunt him to this day.

Needless to say he and Skye both made it out alive, though things became complicated quickly. The two of them were sent straight to the hospital, where the truth was finally leaked about Gregory's bullying. He got his five minutes of fame, but instead of it being for something credible, it was instead for almost killing a girl.

And it made Gregory feel really sick.

He regretted everything he'd done up until that point, and continues to chastise himself about all he's done. He was known all across the country, and he couldn't get away. He was being harassed from it almost daily once he was discharged; people were vandalizing their property, throwing insults, and just turning the tables right around on his ass. And he knew he deserved it. He was a terrible piece of shit and he deserved it. He deserved every bit of it. But he also knew he couldn't handle it.

He didn't speak to Skye after that for obvious reasons, however he did leave her a letter, saying he would be going away and that he would be "searching for the strength to apologise in America". Yes, he was running away, but he promised her he would be back a changed man, and also prayed that they would meet one day alive and well. His father had always wanted Gregory to see his mother's hometown of Farmer Hill, and Gregory needed to get away before he was culled in Australia. So he was sent off as soon as he could, which has resulted in him just recently arriving in Farmer Hill, acting as an exchange student at Grand Ridge Academy. Since he had to serve some time in prison due to his actions, Gregory is a bit older than most starting out at the Academy, though he doesn't look the part.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ The Japanese kanji for fire on his right shoulder, and the Japanese kanji for ice on his left shin.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Fire and Ice; simply, Gregory can create ice and fire, from his left foot and right hand respectively.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Gregory's ability is pretty cut-and-dry: He can summon flames with his right hand and ice with his left foot. However, the mechanism behind how he does this is a bit more complicated. To start with, Greg needs to be in the correct mindset to use either one or the other power, and cannot use both at once. His ability works a bit like a magic bar in a video game, except it comes in three stages: Left, Middle, and Right. Greg's normal state is in the middle; whenever he uses his ice-based powers, the bar moves to the left, making Greg's body much, much colder. If it reaches the far left, he'll reach a freezing point, where he'll be unable to remain conscious, black out, and likely die if no source of heat is administered. The further left he goes, the more his body will become sluggish from frost and he'll exhaust himself. On the opposite side of the spectrum, if Greg uses his fire power (hehe), the bar will move to the right. Reaching the far right has the same consequences as the left, however he will need to cool down rather than heat up. Again, the further right he goes, the more dehydrated his body becomes, and the more exhausted he will be.

His Abstraction can be used to go back and forth either side, and the closer he is to the center, the better. His body can naturally cool down and heat up of course, however if it lacks the resources to do so, this could be problematic. In fact the Abstraction tends to put such stress on his body that he won't be able to continue using it for any extended period of time, assuming it's at a large enough intensity. The intensity and strength of his emotions tend to tie in with his powers as well. For example, if Gregory is being cheerful, happy, joyous, and passionate, his fire ability will become stronger. If he is quiet, sad, upset or depressed, his ice ability will become stronger. Since he has no control over his emotions, he can't quite weaken the effect of his fire and ice, so whatever happens will happen. His Abstraction may be a weak dull flame; a flamethrower of fire; an ice cube from the fridge; or an iceberg from the oceans. Though he cannot control the strength of such powers, he can give them a general direction, though the ice and fire created must always originate from their respective locations.

The Abstraction can shoot flames or create ice at a maximum distance of five meters, and a minimum distance of nothing at all. If Gregory isn't feeling passionate nor depressed, his Abstraction can fail to manifest, as it relies on his bipolar nature. It also has the strange ability to draw in the emotions from those within the near vicinity of the Abstraction being used, with fire drawing in explosive emotions (happiness, anger, passion) and ice drawing in colder emotions (sadness, melancholy, depression). This has no affect of Gregory, however, and instead acts to bring others back to a state of normalcy - wherever their 'Middle' is. There are a few emotions which have weird effects on his power, though. Feelings of love or intimacy tend to make his fire become uncontrollable, the same as anger would. However, subtle emotions like envy or jealousy tend to bring an icy chill to the air which Greg himself doesn't always realise is there. He still has a lot to learn about his own Abstraction, as well as what his limits actually are. The Awakened tend to take priority in the world over what he creates, and thus when there is someone he's trying to burn or freeze that is an Awakened, the flames or ice will go around them. Additionally, if they move into the fire or ice it will part for them, however the closer they are to Gregory the less likely this will happen. Unless they want to be in it, though why would you want that?

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Greg can easily manipulate his Abstraction, able to switch between fire and ice so to not put his body under too much pressure, though again he cannot use both at once. His range is extended to ten meters and he can create both fire and ice without needing to be in either state of mind. It also pushes his limits further out, and makes Gregory himself feel far more in control.

AURA SENSING ⫻ When someone regrets anything they've done, Gregory will know, however his ability is, as always, a jumbled mess. He only really senses auras when it involves regret at important moments in one's life, such as regretting not taking a promotion or regretting to get a gift for a certain someone. Regardless of what it is, Gregory needs to be close enough to be able to intervene in order to sense the aura, and the auras of those he knows best tend to be the strongest. Since regrets can last a lifetime, he can sense the aura of someone for upwards of an hour, at a range of about one-hundred meters, though sometimes it will last longer or extend further if the circumstances dictate it. For example, Gregory can sense people with regret a long time if it takes a long time for him to make them no longer regret whatever they'd done in the past. However, that also means he may only sense regret for a couple of seconds before any kind of damage is done, meaning he has to be quick at identifying the person, the problem, and the solution. He has no way of knowing how long a regret will last, though, however he does know the aura of those become their most intense when there's something he can do about it. If he fails to address the regret when an aura is at its most intense, the aura fades and then nothing can be done. An aura may even flair up multiple times over an extended period, requiring him to respond in a way which will settle the regret back down, or extinguish it completely. In short, whenever he senses a lot of regret, he can sense the regretful person/s.

LIMITS ⫻ Gregory's ability mainly allows him to create fire and ice, not exactly control it. While he can manipulate it to a small extent (more like direction it goes), after that point, he is unable to manipulate any fire or ice past that point. In addition, he is unable to manipulate any outside fire or ice. While he has a max range of five meters, after three meters, his element will begin to weaken.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Using either ability dehydrates Greg, as using ice draws upon his body's waters, and the heat warms his body up. Both of which can be very bad for Greg. He also isn't completely immune to his own power, and can possibly injure himself if he goes too far. Too far being giving himself frostbite or severe burns if he doesn't hold back. Gregory can also lose control if he doesn't control his emotions. He can also still be countered by the opposite element he is using. Naturally heat counters ice, and water counters fire. If exposed to one or the other, he could get cut off from his powers. He can only use his powers from his right hand and left foot, and not anywhere else, which means his flank can easily be exploited.

Does he seem like a Gary Stu? I saw a lack of powers that could be used during confrontations, so I tried going for something symbolic as well as useful. His aura sensing is also really powerful, though at the same time it could be specialised to single people and carry a very random element to it. If you've got any problems with it let me know! ;)

The moment you lay eyes upon the girl, you would be able to tell way more than you should be able to about a stranger’s personality just from Callie’s mannerisms. She has a tendency to appear ‘closed off’ or self-conscious even when just remaining idle. This tends to manifest most obviously when Callie seats herself, whereupon her legs are often drawn close to her body and her arm come to up near her chest as if such a childish pose was comfortable to her. Callie’s voice can be heard almost always through a murmuring tone, inhabiting a sort of breathy quality. It is clear by the hard pronunciation of her syllables that she has a Midwestern dialect.

Callie was blessed with a slim and lean figure. Her skinny limbs almost appear wiry attached to her fragile frame. It is extremely clear upon first viewing the girl that she is by no means any star athlete, but she sports a healthy build, though, with her appetite for sweet foods, you’d be surprised she maintains a sort of figure at all. Her skin is smooth and fair in nature, though it appears often more pallid than one might imagine for a girl constantly outside in sunny Montana.

Most commonly, Callie’s face is coveted by a pensive yet absent look, as if equally deep in thought and entranced by her surroundings at the same time. The most prominent features of her face center around her rather distinct cheekbones, easily defined due to her slim and rounded face shape. Easily noticeable upon first meeting her are Callie’s emerald eyes, contrasting well with her dark brown hair, which from a distance, might even look black. Her hair is styled- or moreso unstyled- in a slightly curly manner falling just past her shoulders. It also also not uncommon for her to style it in a side swept updo that comes over one shoulder, then supplemented with whatever ribbon accessories Callie sees fit.

Callie’s outfits tend to have quite a bit of variability as she’s not one to forego a fashionable look even despite her ‘less than center of attention’ vibe. More So than anything else, however, she’ll often sport a pair of skinny jeans alongside a simple top. More often than not, Callie enjoys sporting a jacket over top of her shirt if the weather isn’t too horrible.

Callie tends to be quite adept at keeping all the details of her past hidden from her peers. Then again, there aren’t many folks that would care to ask. Her tale is a common one, as she was the sort of girl that would be forgotten in the grand scheme of things. As one of the students of Grand Ridge Academy that actually chose to go to rural Montana from elsewhere, Callie is a suburban kid through and through from the great and well known state of beautiful Ohio where she was raised since her birth.

Callie’s life was a quiet one growing up. As an only child, there was only so much conversation she cared to make with her family and friends were never something that came easily to her. Born to a pair of rather simple individuals, Callie’s father was a trade worker in the electrician’s field while her mother was a stay-at-home caretaker. She fulfilled her sort of stereotype rather well, though; she got good grades, kept to herself in school, and only really reached out to people when necessary. Callie’s only real social interaction came from her tagging along with the neighborhood kids, who were all rather close, as they played all sorts of games. She never was a center of attention, but she was never excluded, and that was all Callie could ask for. To just be a spectator was enough for her. Things degraded after time went on, however.

As Callie advanced in age, the marriage of her parents slowly degraded until they left one another on rather simple terms. It was nothing big, just a loss of love. Callie wasn’t all that surprised at the time, and due to her young age, she didn’t really think ahead about the imminent change that would strike her life. After the whole long process of court nonsense, custody over Callie was given to her father and the two of them moved into a smaller place a few hours away, thus throwing an already introverted girl into a completely new school. It was hard for her to leave the neighborhood, but Callie had a rather naive outlook, not thinking about it too much. Things were no easier in her new home. In fact, between the casual bullying and all of the monetary issues, Callie’s life had definitely changed for the worse.

As Callie’s life went on, things only seemed to spiral more out of her control. Her lack of forward thinking left her in for much of a culture shock as that ‘neighborly’ air that surrounded her childhood community seemed entirely absent in the ‘real world’. It was almost as if her old house’s block was a whole different world than what was surrounding it. Callie found very few people that just accepted her as she was in middle school and high school. Between that and all the crazy mix-ups in her life, her grades began to fall and her attendance started to falter. School became such a lax priority in Callie’s life as she instead tried to spend her time seeking an outlet for her frustrations.

It wasn’t until her Junior year of high school that Callie truly found her escape. On a whim, she signed up for a Creative Writing course for easy credit. In the course, Callie surprised even herself with her abilities as well as making a lifelong confidant in her instructor. It was through this class (which Callie proceeded to repeat for her final year of high school) that she found what truly brought her joy. In between fiction and poetry, she finally had an outlet.

Upon graduation, Callie had little to no idea of what she wanted to do. She loved to write, but wouldn’t dare pursue such a trade that provided no reliable work. She instead sought to go to college as her parents had so vehemently encouraged her to do. Callie was also at a loss in picking a college. She did know one thing about the decision, though: she wanted to get far away from her home state. California or Florida… Somewhere nice. In the end, she didn’t have the grades for her dream school and ended up applying to a few schools that looked tolerable in hopes she would be able to spend a year somewhere and re-apply to a different college after that. That is how she ended up in good old rural Montana… But don’t tell anyone.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A strange symbol placed on the base of her neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Eye of Providence, the ability to observe a specific location, and see abstract concepts.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Callie's abstraction has granted the ability to see which is unseen. This Abstraction comes in a variety of different forms, the main ability that Callie has access to is the ability to "observe." Basically, this ability allows her to visualize a location, and scry that location as if she was there. Gaining all that information in her mind's eye, she'll receive all the sights and sounds in her mind's eye. She can observe any location within ten meters of herself, and in any angle, she just needs to know about the location. This ability to observe has a few sub-powers. Starting with the ability to see into the minds of others, and read their thoughts - it works on a different level than telepathy, as it's looking directly into someone's mind. Callie will have to shift through thoughts to find the information she wants. If she wanted to, she could see memories, emotions, and things that have been forgotten. The other ability inherent to her Abstraction is the ability to see through the eyes of others; as if she was the person. She'd be considered a passenger, and be able to do nothing but watch through their eyes. It has a strange effect where the more Callie uses her ability, the stronger it gets. Her field of view will be expanded, and she'll be able to see clearly.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Callie's power gets a significant boost. Starting with the ability to observe up to three separate locations at a time, and her range is boosted to thirty meters. This means she could, in theory, observe one location, see someone's mind, while also seeing through someone else's eyes. Callie gains the ability to see the unseen, things such as abstract concepts (the pain of a person, ghosts, auras, etc), and more. She can also see the future with intense amounts of concentration.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Callie's Abstraction renders aura reading redundant. However, she creates a passive effect that allows other people to sense auras much better, and increases their range up to fifteen meters.

LIMITS ⫻ The main limit to her ability is visualization, and prior knowledge. Essentially meaning that she has to be able to visualize the location she wants to see. Say if she wants to see her room; should be easy enough as she's familiar with the room. If she wants to observe a office she visited once, she's going to have a harder time visualizing it, and thus seeing into it. Other than that, she can only see locations within ten meters of herself, and only one location at a time (unless in the presence of the mountain). Callie's ability is naturally countered by things such as invisibility, and in addition, an Awakened can tell that Callie is observing an area due to the ripples that appear.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Vision is a gift and a curse, while she can see more, Callie is extra vulnerable to the same things that would be a threat to her normal vision. Namely being bright lights, which are her absolute bane. In addition, observing a location removes Callie's ability to see through her own eyes (unless in the presence of the mountain, yadda, yadda), and thus makes her vulnerable to assault. Using the ability to see multiple places at once under the mountain's presence strains her mind greatly, along with overusing her abilities can cause an information overload where she sees everything at once.

At just under six feet tall and inheriting his dad 's stocky build, Nate is someone who in another world could've had the look of a Schwarzenegger-esque body builder. His only problem? He didn't work towards any of that - instead, he has a substantial bit of fat on to the point of being overweight, though not outright being in the classification of obese. His pale complexion betrays his origins as a Bellevue native.

His eyes hold a solid brown colouration whilst his hair is of a slightly darker complexion, not particularly long but definitely getting towards the shaggy side of things. If he doesn't shave for a while he develops a thin mask of stubble along his lip, cheeks and jawline though it never goes beyond this - and he seldom goes without shaving it for that reason, which in turn contributes to his 'baby face' appearance.

In terms of clothing, there isn't a great deal that can be said about Nate's sense of fashion - he isn't particularly bothered about fashion labels or anything like that and tends to dress with a utilitarian approach, favoring cargo pants over jeans and throwing on whatever shirt and hoodie he's got to hand. It's seldom he's seen wearing anything other than a pair of size twelve trainers.

Nate's parents divorced early in his life, when he was about five years old - things remained amiable between them however and he initially spent every other weekend travelling between Bellevue and Tacoma, his father having refused to move too far away from him in his earlier years so as to ensure his son didn't grow up without some influence in his life.

This changed as Nate grew olde however and as a successful businessman his dad found that for the greater wealth he had to support his son he had less time to spend with him. Fortnightly visits became monthly, then bi-monthly, depending on things. As a consequence, he spent most of his time with his mom and stepdad and grew closer to them along the way.

Eventually his dad, who was from and owned a significant stake in a business in Farmer Hill moved back to Montana and saw Nate only when he was able to - but life moved on.

In school he did alright, nothing particularly outstanding but nontheless not failing in his grades, though a point was made that if he tried harder he could've done better. He endured a share of bullying just like anyone else but the only thing it did was leave him with a bout of pent up frustration that wouldn't be worked out for years - he made some friends and things seemed alright, particularly towards the end of school.

That was, however until Nate came home one night and his mom didn't turn up at ther usual hour, his stepdad unable to reach her line. Neither of them heard anything until the following morning when they received a knock at their door -her car had got into a head-on collision with a truck, she'd survived that but had been left brain-dead, the decision to cut off her life support coming soon afterwards at the urging of her husband and a reluctant Nate.

Devastated, Nate spent the final third of his time in high school withdrawn, reverting to whatever means he could to numb himself to the grief, his stepdad only able to offer a limited degree of consolation and his biological dad only able to offer financial support. He lost a few friends due to his own actions and as he finished up the school year there was the question of what to do next.

Partially as a measure to offer Nate some new surroundings and partially because he had family there and was therefore better off, his dad arranged for him to stop with his sister (Nate's aunt) at a home he leased them in Blacksmith Square whilst he studied engineering at Grand Ridge, bolstered by the financial support his businesses provided.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A tribal symbol of a void, on the back of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻Intangibility - the ability to become intangible to the world.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ By concentrating (or involuntarily if in a stressful situation) Nate can render himself and entities in immediate contact with him (such as clothing or objects in his hand) intangiable and pass through solid materials or, in turn, allow solid objects to pass through him as though he were walking through water.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ (Explain to me how the Abstraction grows stronger in the presence of Mount Ever Reaching. What extra abilities does your character have?) The water-like resistance to movement through solid materials whilst in an intangiable state is reduced by a large margin, allowing Nate to almost jog whilst in this state and retain a greater degree of manoeuvrability. Furthermore, his ability to extend his intangiable state to other entities is expanded to a wider radius around him.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Being in an intangiable state has exposed Nate to a gap between the physical realm and what is beyond and, as a consequence, he is able to pick up on auras affiliated with the dead or the dying. Whilst in his intangiable state Nate can outright see things that he wouldn't be able to otherwise see and whilst he'll learn to tune it out there are some things out there that can be downright fucked up.

LIMITS ⫻ Phasing through objects is incredibly difficult for Nate because there is a resistance. Almost like passing through water, he can't move that fast while phasing. He's limited to a heavily inconvenienced march while phasing. He can only phase for five minutes straight before needing a rest. He also cannot phase through high concentrations of energy, such as power lines, and flames, and anything of the sort.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Phasing reduces his ability to see by a great margin, his vision will be very dark and blurry. He'll no longer be able to see color, and his distance will be greatly reduced. Which makes it incredibly difficult for him to maneuver.

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Marijn, or Rien (pronounce Reen) as they generally go by, is pretty average in a lot of ways. They stand at a fairly average height with a fairly average weight and blue. They’ve got a very androgynous look to them; slight curves, but nothing special. It’s something easily fixed by a binder if they want to. Most of the time they don’t bother – people struggle to figure out what their gender is by appearance anyway (which is what they aim for). They’re pretty unnoticeable, honestly, which is added to by the lazy smile that’s almost permanently stuck to their lips.

In a contrast to their rest of their appearance Rien’s hair is the kind of thing that stands out. Dyed bright blue (like in your face bright), it’s obviously not their natural colour. Naturally their hair is properly blonde – which only makes it all the easier to dye. It’s rare that Rien’s lets their hair become its natural colour. They don’t really have much reason for this outside of liking how it looks. It’s incredibly curly natural and they just let it stay like that. They keep it relatively short with the fringe cut so it just doesn’t fall in front of their eyes.

Their eyes are also blue and quite a vivid shade, but not unnaturally so like the air. Their skin is fair verging on far too white. They just can’t seem to get a tan no matter how hard they try though they do have a sprinkling of freckles across their face. Rien has a fairly slim face, with a smooth jawline. Their nose sits evenly between their eyes, a bit on the large side (in their opinion).

As said previously, their body is pretty flat. It’s not particularly feminine or masculine – rather somewhere in between. This is added to by the baggy shirts they wear, topped off with jeans and denim jackets. Their not super fashionable but they do put in some effort. They’re almost always found wearing some kind of hat – probably a black beanie. Rien also has a fair few tattoos. One of the more predominant ones is a circuit board design going down the majority of their left arm. They’ve also got one on their chest (roughly above their heart) of a treble clef, with the name Katja Driessen written through it and ‘I still hear your music’ written below it in Dutch. Apart from tattoos their skin is relatively unmarked by scars.

Marijn grew up in the Netherlands, predominantly in the citty of Utrecht. They were born to a single mother and with a slightly younger twin sister, Katja. Their mother passed away when they were both quite young, too young to be properly affected by it, from illness – she had always been poorly. The two were put into foster care and jumped between families. They always managed to stick together and as a result had a close bond.

At ten Rien and their sister were adopted by a relatively young couple who could not have children of their own. The two flourished under proper parents, with Katja especially growing attached. They were both very artistic and would often sketch or paint together. Rien even took up an instrument so their sister wouldn’t be alone in learning the violin – though they much preferred sketching.

Growing older Katja got more and more sickly, before getting diagnosed with a degenerative disease and given only a few years to live. This, unsurprisingly, hit Rien hard. They really counted Katja as their only friend or family – so what would they do when they lost her.

It was at the age of fifteen, just a few weeks after their birthday, that Katja passed away. Rien tried to continue living normally – that’s what their sister would have wanted after all. But it was difficult to draw without her there and to pretend to care about anything anymore. So they just didn’t, deciding that growing attached would only get them hurt. They stopped doing traditional art in favour of digital, because it wasn’t quite as painful, and discovered their skill at computer science – throwing themselves into it.

Their adopted parents decided it would be best to start fresh in the hope that it would help. They entirely upped and moved country, all the way to USA and Farmer Hill. It was easier for Rien there, to pretend things hadn’t happened and to just live their life. They worked hard, though, to get accepted into Grand Ridge Academy as they graduated – and got a place to attend studying Computing Science.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A paintbrush, placed on their right shoulder

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Artistic Animation, the ability to create things from drawings.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Animation is maybe not the best way to describe it, because Rien cannot really create living things (normally). If Rien draws some kind of object and focuses on it they can essentially make it come out of the picture / create it. It’s created exactly as it was drawn (so black and white comes out black and white). It’s also the size that is was drawn on that paper, so if Rien draws a tiny mug they’ll get one just like it. Unsurprisingly the abstraction manifested from their love (or former love) of art.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain the first thing enhanced is the size of the things Rien can make. They’re not limited to the size of the paper, but can rather make things bigger than how they were drawn. They can also actually draw and bring into the world living beings (as long as they actually exist) – so they could draw a plant and bring it to life, or a cat.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Connected to their generally uncaring personality, Rien cause sense the auras of anyone who is overly stressed or tense in a twenty foot or so radius.

LIMITS ⫻ In other for Rien to manifest an object out of art, they physically have to reach into the painting and pull it out, all while focusing on it. Almost like they were pulling something from another world. Which can make pulling an object out on the fly difficult, as they can't just rip it out. Or they'll damage the painting. The only way they can manifest from a distance is in the presence of the mountain (around eight meters). Once manifested, the object has all the properties of it's real life counterpart (A sword would be hard and sharp, water would flow around and be wet,). So by all means, it's "real." Which means it can be destroyed by any other means, and it may not be that useful to manifest. Though, Rien has to draw the object at least somewhat realistically - or it'll crumble to pieces upon being manifested.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Manifesting art drains the "color" out of Rien. In a literal and metaphorical sense. They'll literally start to lose the color out of their body and clothes until they are black and white. On the other sense, they'll gradually begin to lose their emotions, and ability to feel anything pleasurable. In the most extreme cases, they'll be a hollow, emotionless, husk, that cannot taste, smell, or feel anything good. In addition, water is the primary counter to their manifestations. If exposed to water, they'll gradually lose shape and then fall apart. Getting submerged would completely destroy them.

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First noticeable thing about Caelea is that she's short. There are people that are shorter, sure, but not very many. She pretends not to care about this - and honestly she doesn't, unless someone makes a comment about it. Then she'll make a big deal about it. But that'd happen if someone made fun of her for anything else. It's obvious by her body that's she's quite fit, with well toned arms and legs. She's slim with little extra weight - she exercises too often and eats too little for that.

Aside from the fact that she's short, adding to Caelea being easily identified is the fact that she's albino. This means that everything about her it very pale. It gives her a certain ethereality to her appearance which is only added to by the fact that she's pretty aloof. Her hair is such a light blonde that it's looks practically white. While most would be happy to have a hair colour others would have to dye to achieve it annoys Caelea to no end. She's not exactly going to blend in with it is she? Still she keeps it long enough so that it falls below her shoulders. It's quite feather like and messy, often tied back to prevent it from falling in front of her face.

Caelea’s skin is, unsurprisingly, very pale. To the point where the smallest bit of sun could burn her. It’s a pain, really. Her face is quite round and lacking in any sharp edges – quite long in shape. Her nose and lips are well proportioned to it. She has eyes that are technically very pale blue. However in certain lights they look more purple then anything, and sometimes even have a reddish tint. She likes to stick with describing them as blue. It’s more normal.

Along with being slim and fit Caelea has decent curves for her size. Nothing too large (or annoying) but enough to make her body quite attractive. She generally lacks in scars – her hands and feet are tough and callused from gymnastics, but she doesn’t have anything else noticeable. They’re pretty obvious to in her more normal attire – she has a preference for shorts and tank tops over anything else, sometimes with a jacket on the top. She’ll swap to jeans or leggings if it’s really cold. Most of her clothes are quite plain coloured in varying shades of blue or any other colours she thinks don’t make her look washed out. Most of her clothing is quite sporty. She doesn’t have any tattoos, but she does have a right nose piercing.

Caelea was born in Farmer Hill and has never lived anywhere else. Her parents both moved to America when they were younger, after just marrying. So she’s technically Scottish and Irish even if she’s never visited the countries. Caelea was their second child, born ten years after her older brother. A mistake, you could say.

Her childhood was pretty normal, though. Her father was a banker and her mother an accountant – both well enough of that they were comfortable. With this came a certain stuck up opinion. The last thing they wanted was for their children to become farmers. That was below them. Because of her families nature Caelea didn’t have many friends in school. As she grew older the number decreased. Her parents pushed her hard to follow after them and be academically – to be like her brother who aced all his exams and easily got into Grand Ridge Academy to study mathematics. This was the last thing Caelea wanted. She was much more into sports and physical activities. Her parents said some pretty harsh things when she asked to join just a normal sports team.

So she learned simple gymnastics herself and worked on her flexibility through videos online all while going to school. When her brother graduated and got a good job in Farmer Hill she confided in him – he wasn’t as bad as her parents. Grudgingly her brother agreed to take her to gymnastics classes out of town, claiming that he was spending time with his sister once a week. Caelea excelled and enjoyed herself for once.

Then the end of high school came and with it the prospect of College. It was the last thing Caelea wanted to do but she wasn’t exactly given a choice. So, she got a place doing accounting at Grand Ridge because her parents made her and because she can’t say no to them. After all, the last thing she wants to be is a disappointment.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A flying bird, on her upper left back (around the shoulder blade).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Air Manipulation

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ In actuality Caelea’s ability isn’t quite full blown Air Manipulation. She can control air but only in a more limited way – she can essentially create blasts of air out of her hands or feet. These have a range of maybe up to a foot. She can control just how powerful the air is, from a light breeze to a very strong gust. It’s obviously only useful in close range but allows her to do things such as propelling herself into the air or softening a landing. It can also blow stuff away and if she used it at its strongest on someone it would be quite damaging.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain Caelea’s power becomes more full blown out air manipulation, so its controlling air in the more traditional sense. She no longer has to strictly shoot air out of her hands or feet and the distance is much greater, probably about ten times the amount.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Caelea can sense the auras of people who are not touching the ground in what is about a thirty meter radius. This includes those who are high up in buildings – technically touching something but not the “ground” itself.

LIMITS ⫻ Caelea's ability has a painfully short range, which means it's limited, but quite strong. Her ability may have a lot of raw power, but it lacks precision. She may be able to knock a car over with wind, but would find it hard to move a threading needle.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Caelea's power disrupts airflow on a minor spectrum. Which essentially means it's hard for Caelea to breath while using her air powers, to the point where it becomes incredibly difficult. She may suffocate herself if she isn't careful with her power.

Not really, apart from the fact Caelea is a remake of a character from way back.

Peter’s skin is slightly paler than average, owing to the fact that he doesn’t really spend much of his time outside “towin the fields” like a lot of the more active locals, even then he’s more of a night person. Peter’s hair is typically wild and unkempt, curling usually around the sides and backs which suits his laid back personality but makes him appear like even more of stoner which doesn’t tend to endear itself to the populace.

Peter has an odd sense of style, best described as casually weird. He typically wears regular jeans but couples it with a pair of silver converse sneakers that he likes to keep at a clean shine. Peter also showcases his fanboyism of eighties rock by wearing band shirts on an almost constant basis, RUSH, Pink Floyd, Judas Priest etc. Though he will occasionally sport a shirt or accessory from something of this era, he also commonly wears a plaid flannel shirt with the buttons undone over his tees. Lastly Peter never leaves home without his walkman (yes, seriously) clipped to his waist and the headphones resting around his neck.

Peter’s mother Amanda Grey was a former member of Farmer’s Hill, born to a middle class family, life was normal if not aggressively mundane, when she reached her twenties Amanda made the (oft criticized by her family) decision to move away from the monotony of rural life and sought excitement abroad, though the furthest she ever got was Montreal. While there Amanda took a job as an office cleaner which is where she met Michael Benson during an embarrassing incident where he’d went to the bathroom during closing hours and was left locked in, through this wondrous encounter to surely tell the kids about, the two began dating. Eventually Amanda moved into his apartment where the two would “enjoy each other’s company” for about three months before learning would have an out of wedlock bundle of joy on the way.

After Peter was born their relationship quickly became strained, turning out a quick fling leading into a move-in leading into a child was hardly the best relationship plan. After two years the locks on the apartment changed and Amanda was left far away from home with nowhere to lay her head or her child’s, Amanda very quickly let her dreams of freewheeling die out in order to take care of her child. When she returned (through a plane ticket paid for by her family) she was not greeted with a warm welcome, particularly on account of her returning home with a bastard in tow. Through gritted teeth they allowed their daughter back into their home simply on account of how little money she had to support a child but they never particularly kind or welcoming towards Amanda or her son.

With frequently working long hours Peter rarely saw his mother growing up and was regularly left in the care of his indifferent relatives who didn’t take kindly as his attention and desire to do well in school slipped along with his grades, quite regularly criticising his mother on how he was raised and quite often pushing for medication to help his grades improve. What little attentiveness and passion Peter had slipped away as he barely finished high school, his mother hoping to help him gain inspiration away from his family insisted he enrol at Grand Ridge to do music.

Away from his family and living in the dormitories, Peter’s disposistion, outwardly, improved but inwardly he developed an almost nihilistic view on Farmer Hill and life in general, finding no real passion or motivation in much and being relatively uncaring of the goings on, generally just getting high and coming across as more laid back to put much stock in anything.

Though he has started to try more and better his mental state, what little optimism Peter has had for his future is slowly but surely losing ground.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Two bolts of lightning above his right wrist and travelling halfway up his arm.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Enhanced Speed and reflex

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Peter is able to run at superhuman speeds, while hardly The Flash he is able to go faster than the human eye is able to process, while running his reflexes heighten, insofar in that he gains enough wherewithal to make sure he doesn’t smack into anything or trip over loose ground, though he can still be knocked off balance from forces beyond his control.

Peter’s body can only withstand so much however so he himself isn’t quite sure how fast he can reasonably reach, the closer he gets to Mount Ever Reaching however the faster he is able to go at a shorter rate of time. When in the presence of other abstracts however he feels a sort of mental block on how fast he is able to go, needing to prioritize more quick bursts than long stretches, he also seems to tire quicker when around other abstracts. At a far distance from the mountain Peter is able to run up to around 100kmh, just fast enough to run across the surface of water, this speed decreasing the further he gets from the mountain.

Peter’s abstract stems from his desire to feel free and unbound by the norms or grim realities he believes await him in his future, ironically, his speed is much like a drug in that it is in reality nothing more than fantastical escapism.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Mount Ever Reaching seems to gradually “unlock” faster speeds Peter can go, the longer he spends running in its presence the quicker he can become, if he spends long enough running next to The Mountain he can move so quickly that time slows to a sheer crawl around him, however going at these speeds carries a great deal of risk, though Peter’s body adapts to withstand the pressure and he seems to carry more energy than usual, going this fast can very easily have Peter pass out from the sheer exhaustion or even be unable to withstand the force any longer if he doesn't pace himself.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Peter feels the general impatience of others, a feeling that is greatly unpleasant for someone who didn’t carry much patience around to begin with, in a radius of about 15 metres Peter can feel a gnawing burn in the back of his skull as the general impatience or irritation of others worms its way into his mind.

LIMITS ⫻ Peter may have access to high speeds, but the problem he faces is maneuverability. He may be able to turn quite well at lower speeds, but his higher speeds his turning power slows to an absolute crawl. He may slam face first into a wall if he isn't being careful. Especially when around other Awakened.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Accessing his speed also speeds up his other aspects. Mostly his perception of the world, and how it looks and sounds. Meaning, he sees and hears faster than other people while speeding - which lends to his speech. It'll be nigh impossible for Peter to communicate while speeding. Everything will be slow gibberish to him, and everything else will be far too fast for him to possibly hear. Other bodily functions will also speed up like his bloodflow/heart rate, and if he isn't careful, he may have a heart attack. In addition, he'll build up friction from moving, and eventually his body heat will go through the roof from all the movement.

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Dexter takes pride in his presentable appearance and overall it's no wonder he took home the "Best take home to parents" senior superlative. Dex always dresses with a 'smart-casual' look to him. He tends to gravitate towards henley shirts, flannels, jeans or khakis, and closed toed shoes. During the colder days, he tends to like to dress with tasteful use of leather. He's renowned for oftentimes shopping with his mother (sometimes earning him a title of a 'mama's boy'), but it has paid off with well fitting clothing and a top notch sense of what looks good and what doesn't. To top it all off, the guy even manages to smell good regularly. Fancy that?

Dexter stands at around 5'10, putting him comfortably in the upper-average range for a male in the USA. While he might not stand out as the most straight up attractive man in town, he is certainly doing well for himself and often makes an effort to be presentable on the daily. He's not jock-muscular, but he's got a masculine and youthful physique, which certainly earns him some bonus points. Catching Dexter looking mussed up is like spotting a unicorn, and oftentimes if he is off his game, everyone else is too.

Dexter was raised under a set of ideals: A warrior's spirit; a servant's heart; a fun-loving attitude.

Dexter was born into a middle class home in Farmer Hill, Montana to a fairly youthful marriage. A year after Dexter was born, his little sister came into the world. Unfortunately, due to the unfortunate circumstances, his sister was born with a plethora of crippling health problems. As Dexter grew up, he was taught many lifelong lessons by his family and sister. Namely, patience and empathy, as she was confined to a wheel chair. His sister's various disabilities and sickly predisposition made it impossible for him and his family to live a conventionally normal life for a long time. Just when things were starting to even out at the start of middle school, Dexter's father passed away while commuting home from work- killed in a car crash. Worse yet, his sister's breathing apparatus suffered a malfunction only a few months later. With her brain starved of oxygen, Dexter's sister had been left brain dead. The already broken family was forced to make another heart wrenching choice, and then the family of four had been down to two.

The family was never the same after that. Him and his mother bonded over such a time of trial, and he deeply cares for his mother as a result. He picked up his dad's dusty old guitar and began reading like his sister. It didn't fill the void they left behind, but it was a coping mechanism that worked and helped. Neither Dexter nor his mother let their loved ones' passing slow them down forever, choosing instead to live on happily in their names. Dexter and his mother still live relatively happy and somewhat normal lives all things considered. Due to health and life insurances his family had put in place before any of the incidents, what was left of his family was left very financially stable. They still remain in the same house, but as a result Dexter has been given the opportunity to get his Private Pilot's license through high school and plans to attend a renowned flight school for college. Due to the necessary evil of commuting (since Farmer's Hill does not have any flight schools in the town), he and his mother purchased a car for his own personal use.

A cherry red Mazda Miata from 2013. It's a lifestyle, baby.

So, yeah. Shit happens, and sometimes he wished it had happened to someone else. Life dealt him some shitty cards and he focused more on mastering his hand than complaining about a cruddy deck. He was pretty happy through high school- made easy friends with most people, got a car, worked hard, got good grades, found a passion for music and work, and noticed that 'hey that some girls are actually really cute.'

Yeah, I'd say he's doing pretty alright so far too.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Dexter has this symbol on the nape of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Light Manipulation

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Dexter can create, shape and manipulate visible light, commonly referred to as light, is electromagnetic radiation that is visible to the human eye, and is responsible for the sense of sight. The most common manifestation of his powers is the generation of soft light from his hands, or quick, incredibly bright flashes that can feel like turning your phone on at max brightness in the dark unexpectedly to a true flash bang. Dexter can also instinctually concentrate this light into a maximum of five shots that can apply second degree burns. Depending on the intensity of the laser, he can have more than five shots.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain Dexter's abilities get more powerful, his shot limit rises, and the lasers he generates become deadly. His abilities also begin to spread into the realms of heat and electricity. He can generate and control small fires and bounce electricity between his hands.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Dexter's ability is pure energy, and in that sense, Dexter has the ability to sense the energy of other Awakened within a thirty meter radius of his person.

LIMITS ⫻ Dexter's laser beams are relatively close ranged, after around two-meters, the laser beams will lose power. The further they go, the less dangerous they get, to the point where, after ten meters, it becomes no more dangerous than a laser pointer. He also cannot pull light from nothing, but instead he has to absorb light into his being. He has an inner-light of sort that he draws power from, and he needs to feed it other light sources for it to work.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ While he can't suffer eye damage from his Abstraction, there's nothing preventing Dexter from being blinded by his own light. So, he can impair his vision as much as his enemies if he isn't careful. In addition, drawing light builds up heat where he fired the beam. To the point where he can give himself third degree burns.

Miriam is a tall and somewhat slender girl with long brown hair that falls just below her shoulder blades.

She has high cheekbones and an oval face that ends in a sharp and pointed chin, framed by headwear, as she often wears ball-caps. She has a straight nose, full lips that are faintly pink and a strong jawline, making her more handsome than pretty. Her eyes are deep brown, staring piercingly out from under light-lidded eyelids, giving her a fairly alert look, even if she's close to dozing off. Her usual outfits consists of boots, long pants with many pockets, and T-shirts that are soft and have a pleasuring texture to them. Bonus points if they have animals on them. As a hiker and climber, she has excellent endurance and muscle control, as well as a very athletically toned body.

Miriam's life is honestly pretty standard, aside from working with zoos and doing a lot of conservation volunteer work throughout her life. Her parents are horse breeders from Texas, and her brother is in middle school. Things don't really get interesting until she turns eighteen...

When Miriam graduated high school, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. It wasn't attend trade school, or college, she wanted to go out and experience the world. She spent several months saving money and training and set out to conquer the Appalachian trail. Upon completion of this, she moved westward. She ran out of gas on her drive and ended up walking into Farmer Hill late in the evening, where she spent the night living in the Sucre's broom closet. Following that very cramped evening, and retrieving her Bronco, Miriam decided to save up money before continuing on to the PCT.

One of the workers, Kimberly, decided to set her up with her parents, who were initially somewhat hesitant to have a wild girl like Miriam in the house, but Miriam's kindness and willingness to help very quickly won them over. Now she works at the Sucre and pays rent to Kimberly's family.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Miriam has a incredibly large sigil and is on both of her forearms. They appear to be the complex winding of anthill tunnels.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Hive Mind, the ability to control all insects around herself.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Hive Mind: Miriam has the to summon psychic insects, which possess real insects within a 20ft radius of herself, and is always active. In the absence of their real counterparts, the psychic insects become physical manifestations and act as their real counterparts at the cost of controllability. They are light blue, and are the same size as their regular counterpart species. Grasshoppers, beetles, spiders, ants, etc all show up and it is completely random as to what bug is generated.

The level of control she has on her personal swarm is rudimentary at best. Insects are not very intelligent, and commanding them to 'Move here' or 'hide' or 'go away' or 'attack' can be very difficult. Complex tasks are extremely difficult without dedicating a lot of time to them, if not impossible. She can control all insects within the radius of 20ft, but she can have her insects move outside that radius very easily. The possessed insects outside that radius are impossible to control outside of the command 'come'. She has the ability to just know what her swarm sees or hears.

Miriam can move from place to place, and can 'collect' insects per say, controlling a swarm of an absolute maximum of 10,000 insects. In this state however, she can only instruct singular commands such as 'disburse' or 'attack'. Building off of this, the amount of 'insect souls' Miriam can create away from the mountain is finite and upon the death of an insect, Miriam cannot immediately posses a new one. If Miriam were to attack a person with 10,000 insects and they kill 7,000, it could be over a day before she has enough souls to replace that number of bugs.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain, Miriam gains the ability to summon all insects within a square mile of herself.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Miriam has the ability to sense all supernatural beings within a fifteen meter radius of herself. Her insects in that space can second hand sense them for her, but bugs that fly or move outside her direct control radius cannot, even when on the mountain.

LIMITS ⫻ he insects are very vulnerable to area of effect attacks, as they are normally as durable as a regular insect would. Extreme heat or cold would destroy them with ease. And mass destruction of her insects are hard to replace, given that she can't create them that quickly, and can't immediately repossess them. In addition, the insects are psychically connected to Miriam, and destroying a large amount of them would cause her a mental pain. Her nose would bleed, and she'd get an extreme headache. At worst, she could be knocked unconscious by the severe mental shock. Trying to control large amounts of insects at a time would be foolish as it would cause her mind to get overloaded, and cause her pain. As her mind isn't powerful enough to withstand all of it.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The insects are very vulnerable to area of effect attacks, as they are normally as durable as a regular insect would. Extreme heat or cold would destroy them with ease. In addition, the insects are psychically connected to Miriam, and destroying a large amount of them would cause her a mental pain. Her nose would bleed, and she'd get an extreme headache. At worst, she could be knocked unconscious by the severe mental shock. Trying to control large amounts of insects at a time would be foolish as it would cause her mind to get overloaded, and cause her pain. As her mind isn't powerful enough to withstand all of it.

ryu's deceptively dark chestnut hair frames his slim, youthful face, reaching down to just below the middle of his ear. his lighter brown eyes are brought out by his skin tone - an overall canvas of light peach, with swirls of yellow undertones mixed in; not enough for his skin tone to be overly yellow, but enough to faithfully portray his ethnicity. said skin tone also brings out his rouge lips, which act as a center between his smooth, glass-like jawline and his long, thin nose. his somewhat bushy eyebrows are almost constantly raised in an expression of intrigue or confusion, or sometimes even as an attempt to look more appealing. though, he's often considered naturally handsome by korean standards, but that often goes out of the window when he tries to crack a lame joke in his regular monotone (read: "i want to die but it's only ironic) voice.

his clothing style could be considered rather formal for a party-goer like him. he almost exclusively wears short sleeve button-ups or polo shirts, not owning a single t-shirt in his home. couple these with belted black slacks and a beloved leather jacket, and ryu dangerously flirts with the line between casual and formal. the closest to casual wear you'd find in his wardrobe are three plain white vests, which he usually wears when he's lounging around the house. however, besides these somewhat peculiar clothing choices, there is not much else notable about ryu's appearance. he has no scars or significant marks, his skin is constantly clear, and he has yet to grow facial hair. if anything, ryu could be considered too average.

ryu sang-hoon was born and raised in a little korean american town in anaheim, california, to his tough but loving father and stay-at-home mother. his dad, officer hyung-joon, worked long shifts and was rarely seen home, leaving it up to his mother hyejin to care for the young boy. while life was boringly average (and averagely boring), young sang-hoon was too fascinated with his own imagination to care. he would often drift off or zone out in class, much too busy with astronauts and superheroes to worry about maths and science. if anything, he was just your regular kid, but his sinking grades were a little disappointing for his parents. regardless, they left him to his own devices, and he eventually grew out of his overactive imagination. ryu's grades slowly increased, though it was still a rare occurence to see him produce an a or a+.

life continued to be montonous for the most part, save a few school-funded trips where ryu would get wasted with his friends and tell nobody. his parents slowly started to push more responsibilities on him, discussing career paths and what he should do when he eventually left school, which in turn started to push him away from academics. he didn't start failing in his schoolwork per say, though he often only barely scraped through at an acceptable level. of course, his parents were disappointed, but after the first few discussions about his standards dropping, ryu eventually zoned out. unfortunately, for this assumed 'phase' of ryu's life, leaving him to his own devices did not pan out the way hyung-joon and hyejin wanted it to. he regressed further, often staying out for lte nights and turning up at 3am absolutely shitfaced. his parents tried their best to cope, but the now angsty teenager sang-hoon refused to even hear them out.

meanwhile, ryu was on a high - quite literally. after making a few friends at a bar one night, he discovered that one of the group grew his own weed, and immediately wanted to try some of the stuff. what was a one-time thing turned into taking regular puffs of weed. he didn't see it as a big deal, but his parents apparently thought otherwise when they found out he was smoking the stuff, taking away every last bag of it and keeping him on a strict curfew. naturally, ryu was pissed off, despite the fact his father was kind enough to not drag him into the station.

that same week, the teen's world came crashing down. he was on his way to the bar when he received a distressed call from his father - hyejin had been caught in a hit and run from a van. distraught, he rushed to the hospital, only to find that his mother had passed away during his journey there. frustration and anger overwhelmed him, creeping into his mind and swallowing up all of it. frustration over the fact that no matter how well he did in life, if he even managed to pull through and become successful, his mother would never see it. frustration that reminded him every day that he never got to say goodbye to his mother. he never got to right his wrongs, to apologise for being obnoxious and a huge dick to her. he didn't even know if she thought of him before she died.

drinking turned into a type of escapism, rather than something he did for fun. partying helped numb the pain for a little while, but it eventually wore off. nothing felt fun to him anymore. it all felt meaningless. meanwhile, hyung-joon could do nothing but watch helplessly as his son sank into a depression, becoming almost a completely different man. eventually, he decided a change of pace would be best for the both of them. a fresh start, somewhere far away from the town that had become full of bad memories. after doing some research online, the two of them made the move to farmer hill - another small town, this time practically in the middle of nowhere. ryu decided to sign up for grand ridge academy, the local college, as college was something his mother had insisted on many years before her passing. it still pained him to think of it, but living in a new place with no prior connection to her made it somewhat better.

eventually, as the months went by, it became easier and easier to cope. ryu started to see the fun side of partying and drinking. his hobbies sometimes veered towards the illegal side, since ryu found himself sometimes contacting his old friend to bring down some weed for him to deal, but he managed to keep it hidden from his father. eventually (read: a year and a half later), thinking of hyejin caused him no more pain, and he was back to his troublesome teenage self. of course, he still barely scraped by with his grades, but he was happy and that's all that mattered to him.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ over his throat, under his chin, is the symbol of a black hole.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ void creation, ryu is connected to a vortex similar to a black hole that sucks up inorganic matter.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ as a reflection of his depression, frustration, and other emotions, ryu has the ability to manifest a vacuum of sorts that is similar to black hole, and dispel it at will. this vortex is a spiraling ball of darkness that appears to be constantly spinning. it has a gravity manipulating element to it (or it's telekinetic, who knows), as whatever isn't nailed down will be pulled into it, or erased on contact with it. whatever is sucked in is gone forever, pulled into another dimension. an alternate universe that is a lifeless, void, with no gravity, nor life. though, there seems to be a mental block of sorts on the ability that prevents people/animals from being pulled into the alternate world. it's size and suction, again, is dependant on ryu's depression and frustration. if he isn't feeling particularly frustrated, the orb is the size of a basketball, and probably will slowly pull objects in it. during bouts of extreme frustration, it's as big as his person, and has a near irresistible pull, so strong that not even awakened can resist it. things will get torn to pieces as it's pulled into another world. upon manifesting the vacuum, he can will it to move - and regardless of size, it always moves slowly (like a crawl).

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ while in the mountain's grace, ryu gains the ability to control the size of the vortex, and its pull. in addition, that subconscious block on people and animals will lax up a bit, and he'll be able to lock people into the realm. the main draw of the mountain is that ryu will be able to expel matter that has been absorbed into the black hole - explosively if he believes. he can also now enter this dimension at will, and remain there, until he chooses to reappear at the same position. while in his other world, he can freely fly around, and won't have to worry about air and whatnot. as it's his world.

AURA SENSING ⫻ due to his own experience with burying his afflictions under partying and excessive drinking, ryu can sense the auras of those who are in denial about their true emotions. there is no particular radius limit to this ability; so long as they're within his clear line of sight, at a distance where they're easily identifiable as an actual human being, then their aura will show.

LIMITS ⫻ ryu can only manifest the void in arm's reach, meaning he can at most create it within two or three feet of himself. it also literally moves at a snail's pace, so it's terrible for pursuing targets. in addition, he won't be able to have it up for long. as the longer he has it manifested, the weaker it's pull gets. after about three minutes, even it's most powerful pulls will start to lose power, and will begin to decrease in size. until it disappears, and ryu will require a few minutes to recharge it. in addition, awakened are impervious to being sealed into the void, and they are resistant to it.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ ryu seems to have a "pull" effect on him at all times, on a literal and metaphorical level. he has a subtle gravitational pull on his body, which means things get pulled into him. in short, attacks hit him a bit harder, and thrown objects are far more attracted to him. which goes as far as energies, too. ryu's void also eliminates his positive emotions on usage.

he goes by his last name, ryu, as he prefers it to sang-hoon. also, since korean names start with the last name first, people often mistake it for being his name regardless.

Standing at 5'4, Madeline's fair skin, short brown hair, and blue eyes would make to think she could be of regal ancestry, but her lazy, casual, and partialy apathetic personality says otherwise.

She's normally seen wearing hoodies and tanktops with pastel colors, due to her being a walking solar pannel. With her formal wear being no different, with a leather jacket in place. She's never seen without her boots, changing pertaining to the current.

If one could look hard enough, they would see old burn scars on her skin. Madeline wont say how she got them, but you might already know either way. She has ear, nose, and mouth piercings, but is never seen with all three on. She has a slim build, keeping her weight in check.

Once upon a time, back when she was a child,
Madeline had lived an almost simple life. She was an orphan, living in a small run of the mill orphanage in Denver, Colorado.

From what she was told, her biological parents supposedly died, drowning from a hurricane flood, and the intended guardian she was to be given to was in no shape to take care of her. So Madeline was taken in by The Redwood Orphanage.

She spent most of her time alone, trying to learn how play the instruments that were allow to the children. The one she liked to play most was the piano, branching to her hobby today. Yet she still managed to gain some friends over the years.

Then one day, when she was 7, she was finally adopted by a family of a mom, dad, and a pair of older twin siblings . Life seemed to improve then. When they moved to Farmer Hill, she got decent grades in school, she improved on playing the piano, and gain an interest in gaming. Her parents, working as a waiter and waitress, were constantly working, so she was left alone with her siblings for most of the time.

One day, when she was 14 however, things seemed to take a drastic turn. When Madeline, her mother, and her sister went into town to shop, they had accidentaly hit a gasoline truck, resulting in the vehicle exploding into flames.

While her mother and siblings bodies were pulled out of the rubble, she was no where to be found, so Madeline was asummed dead.

When in reality, she was able to pull herself out of the car. Burnt and bleeding, Madeline was able to limp to the nearest family member, and was taken to the hospital, where she was treated and recovered.

Three years later, Madeline returned home.

Aparently, her mother survived the crash too, but her sister died from one of the car parts puncturing her lungs. She tried to get her life back on track after so, but will still, and always be, the ghost of Farmer Hill.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A black and white lotus flower on her wrist.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Self-Healing, a restorative energy flows through Maddie that repairs all of her wounds, and resets her to a certain point.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ To reflect her thoughts of coming back to life, Madeline's abstraction gifted her the ability to heal at an accelerated rate using the same mystical force that flows through all the Awakened. Whenever she gets an injury, no matter how minor, it'll begin to glow with a mystical blue light that'll engulf it. After a few moments the light will fade, and the wound is healed. Depending on how severe the wound, the longer it'll take to heal. A stab wound would require, at most, ten minutes, while a broken leg would need an hour of healing. Anything smaller than that would either instantly regenerate, or take only a few moments. Any of Maddie's physical injuries can be healed (except for one type of injury). Long as she can survive it, she can effectively heal from anything. In addition, she can also heal from attacks dealt to the mind, or her emotions.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When in the mountain's grace, her healing rate doubles. A stab wound takes five minutes, while a broken limb requires half an hour. Again, she'll near-instantly heal from anything smaller than that. In addition, she can pass on her healing energy to other people, and heal their wounds (albeit at a much slower rate).

AURA SENSING ⫻ Reflecting her fear of fire, Madeline can see the auras of things (objects and people) that have been burnt by fire up to 34meters of herself. The clarity depends on how badly they've been burnt. If it was only lightly, then she can only barely see it. If it was burnt to a crisp, then she can see very clearly. Only thing is that, due to Maddie's fear of fire, her aura reading actively cuts off if it is currently in flames.

LIMITS ⫻ Obstruction is the biggest limit to her self-healing. If there is an object in the way, then Maddie cannot heal it until the object is removed from her being. Speed is also the other limit; there isn't a limit to how much Maddie can heal at a time, but only how quickly she can do it. In addition, Maddie can still be knocked out, suffocated, etc.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Fire is a big weakness for Maddie, not only does it disrupt her aura-reading, but it also disrupts her healing ability. When in the presence of fire, her healing slows down - and if it's an injury caused by fire, she actively cannot heal it any faster than any other wound. The process of healing is also a painful one, that'll make her feel twice the amount of pain as she heals.

- Madeline is usually called Maddi for short.
- Tends to play old arcade games when she can.
- Thinks the car crash from her childhood might now be an accident.