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[sup][b]“[/b]I could count on one hand how many people here knew me before the...shit. Now they're gone.[b]”[/b][/sup]

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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]full name / nickname(s)[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Brandi Sage Choi[list]
[*][color=ff4500]Sage[/color]: The name she prefers to go by rather than her given name of Brandi. 'Sage Turner' is her pseudonym of sorts - a play on the phrase 'page turner' as if it wasn't painfully obvious.[/list] [/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]gender / sexuality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Female/Androgyne |She/Her/They/Them  | Accepting Pansexual[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]age / grade level[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Seventeen-Turning-Eighteen | Grade 12[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]occupation[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]The Cafe | Brewing coffee and contempt in equal servings. Often works open mic nights voluntarily.[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]physical appearance[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Sage has the look of an east coast hipster down to a science even if that's the label others plant on her rather than any she gives herself. It starts at the top with her hair; though she hates to say it she had an undercut with sideswept bangs long before undercuts were some kind of trend. Naturally black, Sage took to coloring her hair a rather loud red until it started becoming a bit too much work to maintain consistently. Now her hair, without the aid of coloring, has a bit of a maroon twinge to it. Her face deals in her biracial ethnicity, with her mother's eyes and her father's nose; when she isn't experimenting with eccentric contact colors her eyes are a muddy, chocolate brown. 

Sage is taller than average, by last measurement she was a flat six foot one. It's no big secret to anyone that Sage leans in heavily to the whole androgynous angle in nearly every aspect from her hair to her attire and even to her voice which has a coarse, husky edge to it, the kind of voice one might expect from a lifetime of smoking - which Sage insists she doesn't touch.  Baggy, boyish clothing make up the norm of her day-to-day outfits though she prefers to think of it as just simply clothing. Sage will just as often be found in clothes that lean towards the 'masculine', slacks, long sleeved jackets, she showed up to memorial services in a suit, that sort of thing. 

Her build is rather slender and she doesn't make efforts to highlight her figure, though beneath the articles of clothing is someone that isn't shying away from their feminine side, just the curves. [/indent][/indent][hr]
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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]personality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
Someone overly confident in their own skin from the way she walks about with that swagger and that look that says more than words ever could. A shark in an ocean of guppies who won't hesitate to strike when opportunity arises and when her voice needs to be heard. Surely enviable to the right sort, desirable from a different, the dictionary definition of one who has no time for other's opinions and has long since run out of anything resembling a fuck to give. Sage doesn't make a lot of time for people who clearly don't have the time to spend with her. This has led to having something of a bad reputation by virtue of being blunt and rarely hanging out with others.
 She isn't anti-social, she just prefers not to have to wade through a pool of shit to get to know someone. If she's true to herself,
 why can't others be? 

Though if she was as true to herself as she claims, why would she also hide from her name?

An emotional wreck crippled by insecurities and stuck in a spiral that only ever sinks further and further downwards. Unable to hold onto connections, friends, and a settling realization that her voice will never be heard in the world. Misery loves company and surrounding herself with people just as miserable as her is how she can boost herself up, make herself look better than she feels she truly is. And the only one who knows this is herself, because her slavish devotion to her own image has taken up so much of her identity that any admission that she's headed for a self destructive path would be akin to social suicide.

With her preferred company all but dying out in light of recent events, she's desperate for something to ground herself and for someone or something that can make her understand that she wasn't better off being one of the victims. [/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]superpower[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent][b][color=red]R[/color][color=orange]A[/color][color=yellow]I[/color][color=green]N[/color][color=blue]B[/color][color=indigo]O[/color][color=violet]W[/color][/b] Manipulation
Sage feels that she hit the lower end of the 'super power' tier given that being able to create a rainbow between her palms isn't exactly flight or strength or literally anything else. But there is more to it than just being able to make the ultimate party trick of having a rainbow on call, arcing between her palms. She can make the rainbow into a physical, solid state which in a practical sense means that,
 given a deeper understanding the rainbows she creates could be used to make tools or items - like a weapon of rainbow light. 

While it's true that her powers are of the rainbow, it's more accurate to say that her powers are light based in nature. Between solidifying the rainbow into hard light and the potential of having rainbow colored beams of light, there's more to her power set than she realizes. At the moment, however, all she really thinks she can do is make a rainbow appear between her palms, which is hardly cause for celebration.

Being exposed to so much light at such close proximity means that if she shows off for too long it can damage her eye sight, possibly beyond repair. She draws her power from the colors around her, she can't just internally make a rainbow - and if there are none of the colors that make up a rainbow then her color manipulation does little to nothing. Only colors in the rainbow can be manipulated by her, no off shoots or blends. ROYGBIV only.[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]backstory[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Sage, birth name of Brandi, was born on the west coast to a mother of Asian descent and a father who was a college professor up until the point he was outed as having numerous affairs with his students in exchange for boosting their grade. Naturally this didn't sit well with Brandi's mother, who took her young daughter and moved across country to live with her mother, Sage. Brandi's middle name and the name she prefers to be known as is the name of her grandmother, who was around just long enough to see Brandi enter middle school. Brandi was what people would call a 'tomboy' but Brandi simply saw as 'playing with friends'; Brandi had a knack for worming her way out of trouble, be it by blaming accidents on one of her boy friends or faking tears to gain the sympathy card, it was at such a young age that Brandi realized people will believe what they want to believe. That people rarely see beyond the surface. It didn't matter if there was a broken vase and she was holding the bat, if she cried and said David Weber from next door made her do it, then David Weber from next door was getting a spanking while Brandi was getting an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.

Brandi didn't find a hobby nor a circle of friends as she entered Midwood. The extracurricular courses and clubs offered there were in greater number compared to her middle school which was more like a holding pen for unruly children that sometimes came with math tests and even then she didn't find a place where she fit in. She didn't look like many of her classmates, she didn't really take the time to know them or want to, and her only interest was drawing. When she was younger she doodled but found that her mother, turning to a bit of drinking following the scandal that was her messy divorce, didn't express any interest in Brandi's art. It fell to Sage, Brandi's grandmother, to offer the positive reinforcement by putting Brandi's drawings on the fridge. When Brandi tried taking art, her teacher called her work 'unique' which was a teacher's way of being negative but positively. 

Brandi figured she'd find her place over the four years but all she had to show for it was a small handful of people who hung out with her while otherwise going unnoticed for anything other than her 'unique' appearance. Brandi isn't quite sure what she wants out of life and all she has to show for it so far is her identity, which amounts to little in the real world. 

After the virus she entered into a bit of a depression. The people she liked hanging out with were, tragically, victims of the outbreak. She felt the same way about their death as she did when her grandmother passed away back when Brandi was in middle school. Confused. Angry. Aloof. While Brandi had her sobering mother for support after her grandmother's death, she doesn't have any emotional support following the virus. All she has is what she perceives as a useless 'ability' and the belief that she was better off going with the four hundred who lost their lives. 

At least then she wouldn't have to face reality. 
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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]extracurricular activities[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Brandi's free time is spent working as it's about the only thing she can do to keep herself busy, especially after everything that transpired. She's fond of basketball and sometimes gets involved in pickup games. [/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]supporting cast[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Sage Choi | Grandmother (Deceased)
Vienna Choi | Mother 
Richard Hughes | Father, general scumbag[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=ff4500][i]other[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-txILGo0SM]And then one warm summer night I'll hear fireworks outside and I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry[/url][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][/hider]

[hider=Ellie Duke][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/xaFXHYC.jpg[/img]

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[sup][b]“[/b]Miranda might have been some prom queen, but she wouldn't last on the [color=B0E0E6]Duchess' court.[/color][b]”[/b][/sup]

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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]full name / nickname(s)[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Eleanor 'Ellie' June Dukensie. || 'The Duchess' || Ellie Duke[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]gender / sexuality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Female || Bisexual || Finding Herself
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[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]age / grade level[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Seventeen || Junior[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]occupation[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Unemployed. || Would apply to work at Grimaldi's the second they were hiring.[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]physical appearance[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]On the street a girl like Ellie Duke likely wouldn't cause accidents just by walking, but she might certainly get heads turning -
 and not for her sense of style which hovers somewhere along the lines of 'sporty, flirty casual'. Ellie has a confidence about her appearance which is aided by her overall physique, being involved in athletics from a young age has paid off with a lean, fit frame and the point of pride that are her legs; at 6'0 even there's a lot of leg to go around which is often why she wears shorts to show them off or size-too-small jeans to accentuate them. Her hair is a natural blonde and rather wispy and for a while she wore it in ponytails when on the court, now she just keeps it at a medium cut and deals with the sweat and the loose strands that come with the territory of athletic activity without proper care.

During the season and on game days specifically, Ellie would always be seen either in a Letter Jacket or half of her jersey in order to drum up interest in the students supporting athletics or just to remind people that she's on the varsity team and how much that means to her. In the off season or when games weren't scheduled her choice in clothing wouldn't look out of place if it was worn by the somewhat soulless looking models in a catalog. Shorts and jeans, tank tops with a bit more neck and shoulder and a lower cut than perhaps the dress code actually allows, to blouses or denim ensembles. If there was a word that could sum up Ellie's typical style it would be 'confidently basic'. She's proud of her physique, her arms have tone and definition to them and her legs are capable of some great strides, but she isn't particularly interested in making a fashion statement other than 'looks good on and off the court'. On that metric she's rather successful. 

Her eyes also happen to be bright blue, to fully complete the set.[/indent][/indent][hr]
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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]personality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]It's a fine line between confident and arrogant and Ellie rides that line damn near every day. No one can deny her talents on the court, hell it's a contributing factor to why the team was doing rather well during the season, but the arrogance comes with Ellie thinking she deserves special treatment or the likes because of it. Her confidence is more in terms of being able to walk into the room and look, feel, and act like nothing could phase her. She carries herself well and when she isn't acting self-important for athletic performance she is actually fairly down to earth and sociable. Ellie has just put all of her eggs in the athletics basket so taking it incredibly seriously is understandable, but also unfortunate as what will she have should those athletic dreams fizzle out and die -
 be it from failure or God forbid an injury in her prime. 

Ellie isn't always the easiest person to get along with, but she's honest and dedicated and despite her inflated sense of import on the court, she is a team player albeit one who would always prefer to be calling the shots even in a school project. If there wasn't the self imposed pressure to strive for lofty goals, Ellie would be much easier to deal with and her confidence would be inspiring rather than peppered with hints of bitchiness and egotism. If she could dial that part of her back and focus on the sarcastic, pizza loving fiend part of herself she would no doubt be one of the more popular students because of personality alone.[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]superpower[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent][color=B0E0E6][b]Cryokinesis || Ice Manipulation:[/b][/color]
Ever since the incident, Ellie has had a rather strange relationship with the frozen state of water known as ice. She isn't sure if she is generating the ice herself or if she is pulling from outside sources, but when trying to open a door only to find her hand has frozen the knob and locking her inside for an hour or so the questions aren't about 'what's the source of this' and more 'what the fuck is happening?' Her hands are constantly cold to the touch even though she doesn't feel that, but things she touches - whether she freezes them or not - feel like they just got taken out of a cold storage locker. One thing she knows for certain and that it seems her hands are the only outlet for her ice abilities and at present there's less control and more the hope that extending her hands won't result in her shooting a mini snow-blower from her palms. She's taken to wearing gloves since basic activities - like drinking from a water bottle -
 was proving to be damn near impossible. 

Given time, practice, and understanding the full breadth of her abilities would manifest in solid ice blasts and attacks, freezing, and even cryokinetic constructs and the like; but as it stands Ellie can basically make snow cones and cool people down on a very hot day. She tried playing basketball to take her mind off of everything, but she wound up freezing and shattering the ball after only a few dribbles which only added to the stress.  [/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]backstory[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Ellie is a New York native, born to Michael and Alice Dukensie, and living in Manhattan before the cost of raising a child was a bit more than anticipated and a move across the bridge was mandated. Ellie's father was a basketball coach at Midwood and it was because of him that Ellie developed a love of the sport. It started with her and her father going to local courts and having bonding moments, but over time it developed into Ellie and her dad having actual games and Ellie shining. When she tried out for the team in her Freshman year at Midwood there were, of course, cries of nepotism but Ellie's prowess spoke for itself and silenced all but the loudest of dissenters. She made varsity in her sophomore year. 

Ellie was closer to her father than she is her mother and it stems mostly from a lack of shared interests. Her mother works at a publishing office and Ellie isn't exactly the biggest fan of sitting down and reading fiction. But given that both of them lost the man they idolized - Ellie her father and Alice her husband - after the virus both of them have started to rely on the other for support, emotional or other wise; though Ellie has still kept the whole Elsa thing from her mother. 

It is because of her father, back when he was alive, that Ellie put so much of herself into basketball. She had dreams and now they are the dreams of her and Michael. A scholarship. Maybe the national team. Assuming she can even play basketball again given her penchant for turning the ball into an ice sphere. But even before the virus, Ellie was driven to be the best. She made captain of the team on her junior year and she was going to lead the team to finals, get a trophy for the school case. And then everything went to shit and basketball was the furthest thing from anyone's mind. 

Ellie still wants to think this is all some kind of fucked up dream or something, that she could just wake up one day and everything's back to normal. Her dad in the kitchen eating his eggs. Mother sipping coffee over the paper and smiling again. Grimaldi's after practice and ruining her dinner. 

But every day it seems like the only constant is pizza, and even that's starting to lose its taste.
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[indent]Ellie's main extracurricular is her position on the varsity girls basketball team. It's where her nickname of The Duchess comes from and she's hoping there's a potential scholarship in it. She plays center and is the team captain. When she isn't on the court she can often be found having a slice or two of pepperoni pizza over at Grimaldi's.[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]supporting cast[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Michael Dukensie | Father | Deceased 
Alice Dukensie | Mother | Alive[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=white][i]other[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfwFGQM4D1E]My mother told me that the world has got its plans
I wanna hold em til they burn right through my hands
Don't ask me questions cause I'm tired of confessing
And I know that it's not much to say but I swear that I'd like to change[/url][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][/hider]