[indent][indent][indent][sub]   [i][url=http://hypster.com/playlists/userid/5437661?7248821][color=gray]christopher's mix.[/color][/url][/i][/sub]                  [sub]   [i][url=http://hypster.com/playlists/userid/5437661?7248822][color=gray]brynn's mix.[/color][/url][/i][/sub]
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[i]"You can remember my name, but I won't remember yours."[/i]
[h3][ [color=708e43][b]18[/b]     |     [b]5'8"[/b]     |     [b]Caucasian[/b]          [b]She/Her[/b]     |     [b]131lbs[/b][/color] ][/h3]
[color=708e43][h1][i][Loneliness][/i][/h1][/color]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9uz_xIEIpQ[/youtube][/center]

[h3][u][color=708e43][b]   APPEARANCE       [/b][/color][/u][/h3]
[i]"Not much that really stands out. Unless you count looking like a dude from a distance as standing out."[/i]

[indent][indent]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.[/indent][/indent]

[h3][u][color=708e43][b]    PSYCHOLOGY       [/b][/color][/u][/h3]
[i]"Don't even try to psychoanalyze me."[/i]

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[color=708e43][b]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/b][/color] Brynn's goal is a surprising one, if you factor in her brooding and closed-off nature. She actually wants to be a musician, touring the world as she sings songs of her life, amongst other things.

[color=708e43][b]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/b][/color] Brynn believes you should live life however you want, but fulfil your goals. To live life with unfulfilled potential is not to live at all. That way, when you eventually die, what reason do people have for remembering you? [i]"Here lies YourName, person who did nothing they said they would but it's okay because they died."[/i]

[color=708e43][b]SECRETS  ⫻[/b][/color] She keeps the fact that she's a foster child a strict secret. She's sure lots of people have plenty of ammunition against her, so why should she add to that list?

[color=708e43][b]DESIRES  ⫻[/b][/color] Brynn just wants to be adopted. It may sound unfavorable to most other kids, who grew up with their biological parents, but it's a hell of a lot better than being passed from home to home.

[color=708e43][b]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/b][/color] Asexual. She's always thought about maybe dating people, but going any further than that is just off the table.

[color=708e43][b]FEARS  ⫻[/b][/color] Above all else, Brynn fears commitment. Not in any sort of romantic way, but in general. After all, what's the point of getting attached to the people around you when you'll probably be in another foster home come next year?

[color=708e43][b]REPUTATION  ⫻[/b][/color] Being new to the town as a whole, Brynn doesn't have much of a reputation outside of the fact she helps run Welsh[sup]& Co.[/sup] Butchers.

[color=708e43][b]PET PEEVES  ⫻[/b][/color] There are many, many things that annoy Brynn, but worst of all would definitely be 'bold', loud people who like to make scenes. She hasn't seen much of them in Farmer Hill, thank god

[color=708e43][b]QUIRKS  ⫻[/b][/color] Practically every non-dangerous item in her hand winds up being gently tapped on the bottom of her jaw. It's a concentration habit she just can't quit.
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[h3][u][color=708e43][b]   BACKSTORY      [/b][/color][/u][/h3]
[i]"Life's just [b]fantastic[/b] when you don't even know who gave birth to you."[/i]

[indent][indent]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[sup]th[/sup] 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[sup]& Co.[/sup] 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 [i]interact with other people[/i]. 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...[/indent][/indent]

[h3][u][color=708e43][b]   SKILLS & TALENTS      [/b][/color][/u][/h3]
[i]"If I was in a horror movie, I'd definitely be the first to die. Not even a token black guy can change that."[/i]

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[color=708e43][b]Piano/Keyboard  ⫻[/b][/color] Brynn has spent almost 4 years playing the piano, so it's suffice to say she can play it pretty darn well. What started as a way to relieve stress became the light of her life; helping her through the thick and thin.
[color=708e43][b]Songwriting  ⫻[/b][/color] Throughout those years of playing piano, Brynn also started writing her own music, typically songs of her emotions or just instrumental piano. She likes to think she's good at writing both lyrics and melodies, but with no real way to get out into the music scene, she may never know.
[color=708e43][b]Poetry  ⫻[/b][/color] Writing poetry isn't too different to writing lyrics - they rhyme, they (most of the time) mean things, and they're a good way to express emotions. That means Brynn was easily able to transfer her lyricism skills into poetry skills.
[color=708e43][b]Sketching  ⫻[/b][/color] While she's not all that talented at it compared to other people, Brynn has a fair amount of confidence in the fact that she can do simple sketches quite well.[/indent][/indent][/indent]

[h3][u][color=708e43][b] ABSTRACTION [/b][/color][/u][/h3] [i]"It's like the universe wants me to push people away."[/i] 

[indent][indent] [color=708e43][b]SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻[/b][/color] A lengthy thread that goes from the very top of her head, to her toe.

[color=708e43][b]ABSTRACTION ⫻[/b][/color] Telekinetic-Attraction/Repulsion, the ability to pull objects towards herself, and repulse them at will.

[color=708e43][b]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻[/b][/color] 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.

[color=708e43][b]IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻[/b][/color] 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.

[color=708e43][b]AURA SENSING ⫻[/b][/color] 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 [i]believe[/i] they are alone, rather than actually being alone. They must believe nobody is within ten feet of themselves.

[color=708e43][b]LIMITS ⫻[/b][/color] 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.

[color=708e43][b]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/b][/color] 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. [/indent][/indent]

[h3][u][color=708e43][b]   OTHER      [/b][/color][/u][/h3]
[i]"You can only anticipate what someone is going to do if you know know exactly what that someone has just done."[/i]

[indent][indent]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.[/indent][/indent]

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[i]"My own business always bores me to death; I prefer other people's."[/i]
[h3][ [color=922f3a][b]19[/b]     |     [b]6'0"[/b]     |     [b]Half-German[/b]          [b]He/Him[/b]     |     [b]149lbs[/b][/color] ][/h3]
[h1][i][color=922f3a][Insecurity][/color][/i][/h1]

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[h3][u][b]   [color=922f3a]APPEARANCE[/color]       [/b][/u][/h3]
[i]"I get it, I look like a 15-year-old. A 15-year-old that has better taste than you."[/i]

[indent][indent]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.[/indent][/indent]

[h3][u][b]    [color=922f3a]PSYCHOLOGY[/color]       [/b][/u][/h3]
[i]"I'm a [b]delight[/b] to be around, thank you very much."[/i]

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[b][color=922f3a]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/color][/b] Being a child of an upper-middle class household, Christopher's goal is to have a successful career; one that brings his name recognition and his household money.

[b][color=922f3a]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/color][/b] Money makes the world turn - that's all Christopher's never known. Even the most boring, tedious of people can consider their lives well-spent if they have a good job or general wealth. Of course, that doesn't mean you should buy your way out of difficult situations, but it's fun to imagine.

[b][color=922f3a]SECRETS  ⫻[/color][/b] Christopher's biggest secret is his insecurity, of course. He doesn't want to re-live his early high school days, especially not after the good run he's had so far.

[b][color=922f3a]DESIRES  ⫻[/color][/b] Aside from a decent career, Christopher would like to see everything the world has to offer. He wants to travel anywhere and everywhere; to explore everything from dense forests to vast mountains. Though he hasn't had the time to write a bucket list of the places he'd like to see, he does sometimes note ideas on his phone's memo pad.

[b][color=922f3a]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/color][/b] Bisexual. He'll throw himself at anyone that meets his standards, it just so happens that the majority of them are boys.

[b][color=922f3a]FEARS  ⫻[/color][/b] Of course, Christopher fears his secret being uncovered; for everyone to know he's just as pathetic as anyone else in the world. He tries not to think about it too much, but it's hard to let it go.

[b][color=922f3a]REPUTATION  ⫻[/color][/b] Simply put, Christopher is known in Farmer Hill as "the Wicked Bitch of the West". It certainly has a better ring to it than "Toilet Boy".

[b][color=922f3a]PET PEEVES  ⫻[/color][/b] Ironically, the Wicked Bitch of the West hates people who can't take a joke or ignore stuff that gets their panties in a bunch. Boo hoo, someone said something mean. Suck it up, buttercup, and get on with life. It's not gonna wait for you while you sit on your ass and whine. Oh, and he also hates being called Chris.

[b][color=922f3a]QUIRKS  ⫻[/color][/b] Christopher has a habit of spinning coins. Doesn't matter where he is - if there's a coin at his disposal and a table nearby, you can bet your ass he's gonna spin a coin.
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[h3][u][b]   [color=922f3a]BACKSTORY[/color]      [/b][/u][/h3]
[i]"You either die a pathetic freshman, or live long enough to see yourself become the bitch."[/i]

[indent][indent]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 [i]second[/i] 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 [i]female[/i] 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, [i]disabling the unlocking mechanism inside[/i].

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 ([i]what if it was the girl from earlier?[/i]), 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...[/indent][/indent]

[h3][u][b]   [color=922f3a]SKILLS & TALENTS[/color]      [/b][/u][/h3]
[i]"Can you count being business savvy as a skill?"[/i]

[indent][indent][indent][b][color=922f3a]Fencing  ⫻[/color][/b] Due to taking fencing lessons for a majority of his time at high school, Christopher has become quite skilled at it, favouring defense more than offense. He doesn't fence regularly anymore, though he sometimes practices with his rapiers so his skills don't get rusty.
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[h3][u][b]   [color=922f3a]ABSTRACTION[/color]       [/b][/u][/h3]
[i]"I'm magic."[/i]

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[b][color=922f3a]SIGIL & LOCATION  ⫻[/color][/b] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/44/c7/e744c75f1e6f695384c395db3078d04a.jpg]On his outer thigh, the symbol of a wreath of crows.[/url]

[b][color=922f3a]ABSTRACTION  ⫻[/color][/b] Illusion Casting, the user has the ability to cause people to see, hear, touch, and smell, things that are nonexistent.

[b][color=922f3a]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION  ⫻[/color][/b] 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.

[b][color=922f3a]IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN  ⫻[/color][/b] 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. 

[b][color=922f3a]AURA SENSING  ⫻[/color][/b] 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.

[b][color=922f3a]LIMITS  ⫻[/color][/b] 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...

[b][color=922f3a]WEAKNESSES  ⫻[/color][/b] The Illusion Creation ability is dependant on how much people [i]believe[/i] 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.

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[h3][u][b]   [color=922f3a]OTHER[/color]      [/b][/u][/h3]
[i]"I'm simply the best."[/i]

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

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