@Fabricant451
Well shoot, you're right! I was only looking at the rules on the first ooc one, the one with the announcements and whatnot. My apologies!
I have been struck by the sandman for once in my life so I shall get my sweet sweet boy up tomorrow hes actually a raging dick
@Hushed Whispers
Hope this is fine. Couldn't really decide between a boy or a girl at first but instead ended up with a sheila
Let me know if she's good.
Name: Mary Agnes Bernhardt
Nickname: "Just Agnes to you."
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: "The sexy bits don't matter."
Appearance: Standing about 5'6, averagely toned and sporting a nice resting bitch face, Agnes considers herself an old school punker at heart and soul. Expectedly, she has a preference for black, or at least of a closer shade/hue. Even had her ears pierced a few times; three holes on the left, two on the right and a nose ring. On a normal day you'll most commonly see her in dark fitted tank top or shirts, a pair of worn out ripped jeans, and a pair of leather biker boots. Most of the time she she wears a lot of accessories such as chain necklaces, a bunch of leather/beaded bracelets.
Agnes has quite a charming face, if only she learns how to smile every once in a while as her sweet old grandmother would say, and is usually dabbed by heavy of eye make up which makes her look more intimidating as she already is, but perfectly befits her personality.
Likes:* Music. Punk rock, of course.
*Fashion
*Ranting/Getting in various arguments on social media;the government, shitty modern music
*Singing. She's quite good at it, for real.
*Jamming
Dislikes:* Unwanted/Abusive Authority
* Anything Colorful
* Nature
* Hospitals
Fears:* Needles
* Isolation
Personality Traits: Passionate, Blunt, Sympathetic | Careless, Hysterical, Mistrustful
Personality: Agnes is quite an expressive individual. And typically, she's not afraid to flaunt her beliefs or convey her feelings and opinions mostly without getting into a few arguments here and there. Although she has a tendency "to offend poor oversensitive saps"', she speaks truly from the heart with the intention to actually help on the situation, albeit in her own blunt and tough way. Coming off as rather mean at times she really has the majority's best interest at heart, weather you want to believe to or not, Agnes knows very well she has nothing to prove to anyone. Agnes believes that she'd probably make a "really shitty" leader in general. There had never been an occasion where she ends up in a bad situation due to her just terrible forward planning, her volatile-ness would even get in the way of her own moral decisions. It's also the reason why she has little trust in herself as much as the strangers around her.
Ability: Heliokinesis. Basically, the ability to manipulate the aspects of the sun but in her case the process that makes her go to a state of bioluminescence, a strange natural mechanism only unique to her for easy harnessing solar energy. Because of this, Agnes lights up like a luminous rainbow, instead of bright yellow like the sun. Her powers can cause solar and radiation damage , and or otherwise provide trippy light in a dark environment.
Limitations: - Agnes can physically 'wear' her powers that causes damage to anyone who gets close enough to her if she so desires, aside from that she can also make rainbow beams. That being said, her powers will only work when the sun hits directly at her. She can save the solar power within her if there's no available sunlight, like a solar battery pack, but only for an amount of time. Her powers are specially weakest at night.
Background: Agnes lives with an aunt from her mother's side in a small suburban home in a relatively poor neighborhood. She never really personally knew her parents except from her aunt, whom she said had died on a freak car accident. All her life she rarely lived at her aunt's place, and because of her rebellious nature she never got along with her anyway so most of the time she stays away, never really having a permanent home with friends and boyfriends/girlfriends. She got involved in bands, groups of free spirits older than she is at times and she herself would fake her own age if deemed necessary. Despite her anarchistic outlook, Agnes likes school even though she's not really considered a grade A student. Aside from being around friends most of the time she is quite entertained in learning, in some way it distracts her from a lot of things.
After a fight her aunt gave up on her subversiveness, that's why when Agnes got chosen for the experiment, aunty was all too glad to just get rid of her and didnt really bother knowing much about it or at least reading the terms and policies. Out of sight, out of mind, as she puts it. Plus it's free university, as any responsible guardian who cares for their child who wouldn't pass that opportunity up. Agnes on the other hand, although still agreed to go initially had second thoughts mid way during the experiments. Her disdain for medical procedures and needles were one of the main reasons why she joined the escape party, thinking that she would go insane if she were to stay another minute there.
People are still here, right?
@Hushed Whispers
Name: Eleanor June Dukensie
Nickname: 'Ellie' - it's a nickname she gave herself, as Eleanor, while a fine name in its own, is a bit old fashioned.
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Figuring it out.
Appearance:
Ellie carries herself like someone that is either trying too hard to be popular or not trying hard enough to stand out. Her day-to-day attire normally consists of rather unflattering sweaters in colder climates or simple blouses for her torso while skirts and jeans taken straight off the rack at a retail store pair perfectly with flats. Her hair is a light brown and medium length; a couple of months ago her hair was long and had curls in the front but no one commented on the medium cut when it happened. Either they didn’t notice or they didn’t care and Ellie wasn’t sure which one she would have preferred.
With a gentle face and well developed cheekbones, Ellie at a glance looks to be a priss or a church girl, though anyone who pays attention would know neither is exactly true. Anyone who pays attention wouldn’t really notice Ellie as anyone other than another face in the classroom. Physically she’s a slightly above-average height of 5’10, and thanks to being part of the cross country team she’s got a hell of a stride.
Likes: -Claude Monet and impressionist art
-Hot Cheeto and cream cheese bagel sandwiches
-Pistachios, and especially pistachio ice cream
-Synthpop music
Dislikes: -Sweltering summer heat
-Felines, as she has a cat allergy
-Decaf coffee
-Thunderstorms
Fears: -Rodents, especially rats
-Being shot. With bullets. From a gun.
Personality Traits: Sarcastic | Judgmental | Isolated | Focused | Self-Assured | Goal-Oriented
Personality: Honestly, Ellie could have a fair number of friends if she both made the attempt to do so and stopped pretending like she didn’t care about the approval and opinions of other people. Ellie is someone that sits near the back-middle of a classroom and silently judges those around her while also hiding the jealousy felt towards them for having a wider social circle. Ellie tries so hard to go unnoticed that it’s basically to her detriment; she’s trapped herself in a self fulfilling prophecy where she believes that the reason people don’t notice her or befriend her is because of any other reason other than the fact that she doesn’t invite it herself unless acted upon. On any given day, Ellie’s most significant social interaction is either in group projects where she takes on the most responsibility because she’s immediately agreeable, or with the cross country coach.
That’s not to say that she’s anti-social. Far from it. She just has a tendency to judge first and let her own misguided opinions dictate things. If she put forth the effort she likely would be eating lunch with the other athletic circles. Perhaps because of her crippling lack of a social life, Ellie has managed to maintain a GPA high enough to be on the honor roll every year of school thus far. Her coach suggested she put her name forward for team captain, but Ellie figured no one would support her and didn’t even bother. Ellie’s own worst enemy really is herself.
Ability: Sonokinesis - The manipulation of sound and sound waves using the most obvious and direct method: her mouth. A bit ironic for one who is loudest with her own thoughts. She can, of course, use this offensively in the form of sonic projection and in theory she can change the form these sonic attacks take. Her senses are heightened towards sound as well, allowing for echolocation (as an example) and hearing heartbeats as if they were as audible as music - which makes it difficult to lie to her; and she can throw her voice, which is perfect for subterfuge. With training and better understanding, sonokinetic constructs or even flight/lift via controlled bursts/use of sound could well be possible.
Limitations: Sound requires a medium to travel through and Ellie’s medium at the moment is the air. She can’t use her powers to shock the earth or ping like a submarine’s sonar. Soundproofing a room all but nullifies her abilities as she doesn’t generate sound; clapping her hands makes noise but it’s hardly the same thing as generating sound, while something like a bustling street is like a buffet of glorious noise. Putting a ball gag or something similar in/over her mouth is damn near kryptonite.
Background: Ellie was born in the midwest to a police officer mother and a college professor father and for the first few years of Ellie’s life things were wonderful. A suburban home in a good neighborhood, walking distance to a park with the best damn swingset ever, and there were talks of getting a dog. The dog never came to pass as it turned out there already was one in the family. Ellie and her mother moved to Washington state after it came to light that Ellie’s father was having numerous affairs with students in exchange for bumping up their grade. Demanding a transfer to a different precinct, Ellie’s mom got as far away from her ex-husband as she could.
It was the move that really put things into perspective for Ellie. If her father, the one who loved her and got her an extra present every Christmas, was actually a disgusting person, what did that say about the people she saw and interacted with on a daily basis? Ever since the change in scenery, Ellie changed her outlook and her mother correctly blamed it on the whole messy divorce - though her mother incorrectly blamed it on herself.
Ellie found some solace in cross country. It was nice to have something that she could use to clear her head; she could just run and be guided by her own feet. While it was technically a team, she didn’t have to worry about complex playbooks or knowing when to pass and to who; she just had to keep herself from tripping and even if she did she just had to rely on herself to get back up again.
Ellie’s mom eventually started dating again and Ellie never really approved of any of them, though on that same notion she didn’t exactly disapprove. It was her mother’s current boyfriend that first mentioned anything about a list or a new school; how naive Ellie was in assuming he meant some kind of special needs or special college prep school. Either one might well have been preferred, though given the track record of people she let into her life turning around and being different from who she thought she wasn’t exactly surprised when the gas came in.
She was surprised that her own mother didn’t seem to be shedding any tears on their final meeting.
Despite not being close to the others that had been in the room and facility with her, killing someone wasn’t exactly an easy task, not that she wouldn’t have made the attempt if it meant she would be guaranteed security. It was probably for the best that she opted to escape, though knowing how people truly are she’s already prepared to be crushed by the reality of human individuality.
@Hushed Whispers
Working on my character still, should be posting her tomorrow :)
@Hushed Whispers
Name: Eleanor June Dukensie
Nickname: 'Ellie' - it's a nickname she gave herself, as Eleanor, while a fine name in its own, is a bit old fashioned.
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Figuring it out.
Appearance:
Ellie carries herself like someone that is either trying too hard to be popular or not trying hard enough to stand out. Her day-to-day attire normally consists of rather unflattering sweaters in colder climates or simple blouses for her torso while skirts and jeans taken straight off the rack at a retail store pair perfectly with flats. Her hair is a light brown and medium length; a couple of months ago her hair was long and had curls in the front but no one commented on the medium cut when it happened. Either they didn’t notice or they didn’t care and Ellie wasn’t sure which one she would have preferred.
With a gentle face and well developed cheekbones, Ellie at a glance looks to be a priss or a church girl, though anyone who pays attention would know neither is exactly true. Anyone who pays attention wouldn’t really notice Ellie as anyone other than another face in the classroom. Physically she’s a slightly above-average height of 5’10, and thanks to being part of the cross country team she’s got a hell of a stride.
Likes: -Claude Monet and impressionist art
-Hot Cheeto and cream cheese bagel sandwiches
-Pistachios, and especially pistachio ice cream
-Synthpop music
Dislikes: -Sweltering summer heat
-Felines, as she has a cat allergy
-Decaf coffee
-Thunderstorms
Fears: -Rodents, especially rats
-Being shot. With bullets. From a gun.
Personality Traits: Sarcastic | Judgmental | Isolated | Focused | Self-Assured | Goal-Oriented
Personality: Honestly, Ellie could have a fair number of friends if she both made the attempt to do so and stopped pretending like she didn’t care about the approval and opinions of other people. Ellie is someone that sits near the back-middle of a classroom and silently judges those around her while also hiding the jealousy felt towards them for having a wider social circle. Ellie tries so hard to go unnoticed that it’s basically to her detriment; she’s trapped herself in a self fulfilling prophecy where she believes that the reason people don’t notice her or befriend her is because of any other reason other than the fact that she doesn’t invite it herself unless acted upon. On any given day, Ellie’s most significant social interaction is either in group projects where she takes on the most responsibility because she’s immediately agreeable, or with the cross country coach.
That’s not to say that she’s anti-social. Far from it. She just has a tendency to judge first and let her own misguided opinions dictate things. If she put forth the effort she likely would be eating lunch with the other athletic circles. Perhaps because of her crippling lack of a social life, Ellie has managed to maintain a GPA high enough to be on the honor roll every year of school thus far. Her coach suggested she put her name forward for team captain, but Ellie figured no one would support her and didn’t even bother. Ellie’s own worst enemy really is herself.
Ability: Sonokinesis - The manipulation of sound and sound waves using the most obvious and direct method: her mouth. A bit ironic for one who is loudest with her own thoughts. She can, of course, use this offensively in the form of sonic projection and in theory she can change the form these sonic attacks take. Her senses are heightened towards sound as well, allowing for echolocation (as an example) and hearing heartbeats as if they were as audible as music - which makes it difficult to lie to her; and she can throw her voice, which is perfect for subterfuge. With training and better understanding, sonokinetic constructs or even flight/lift via controlled bursts/use of sound could well be possible.
Limitations: Sound requires a medium to travel through and Ellie’s medium at the moment is the air. She can’t use her powers to shock the earth or ping like a submarine’s sonar. Soundproofing a room all but nullifies her abilities as she doesn’t generate sound; clapping her hands makes noise but it’s hardly the same thing as generating sound, while something like a bustling street is like a buffet of glorious noise. Putting a ball gag or something similar in/over her mouth is damn near kryptonite.
Background: Ellie was born in the midwest to a police officer mother and a college professor father and for the first few years of Ellie’s life things were wonderful. A suburban home in a good neighborhood, walking distance to a park with the best damn swingset ever, and there were talks of getting a dog. The dog never came to pass as it turned out there already was one in the family. Ellie and her mother moved to Washington state after it came to light that Ellie’s father was having numerous affairs with students in exchange for bumping up their grade. Demanding a transfer to a different precinct, Ellie’s mom got as far away from her ex-husband as she could.
It was the move that really put things into perspective for Ellie. If her father, the one who loved her and got her an extra present every Christmas, was actually a disgusting person, what did that say about the people she saw and interacted with on a daily basis? Ever since the change in scenery, Ellie changed her outlook and her mother correctly blamed it on the whole messy divorce - though her mother incorrectly blamed it on herself.
Ellie found some solace in cross country. It was nice to have something that she could use to clear her head; she could just run and be guided by her own feet. While it was technically a team, she didn’t have to worry about complex playbooks or knowing when to pass and to who; she just had to keep herself from tripping and even if she did she just had to rely on herself to get back up again.
Ellie’s mom eventually started dating again and Ellie never really approved of any of them, though on that same notion she didn’t exactly disapprove. It was her mother’s current boyfriend that first mentioned anything about a list or a new school; how naive Ellie was in assuming he meant some kind of special needs or special college prep school. Either one might well have been preferred, though given the track record of people she let into her life turning around and being different from who she thought she wasn’t exactly surprised when the gas came in.
She was surprised that her own mother didn’t seem to be shedding any tears on their final meeting.
Despite not being close to the others that had been in the room and facility with her, killing someone wasn’t exactly an easy task, not that she wouldn’t have made the attempt if it meant she would be guaranteed security. It was probably for the best that she opted to escape, though knowing how people truly are she’s already prepared to be crushed by the reality of human individuality.
@Hushed Whispers
| Full Name |
Elias Jonathan Kincaid
| Nickname |
Eli, EJ
| Age |
17
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Hetero
| Appearance |
Eli stands at 6’ with a toned and athletic build, tanned skin, blond hair, and green eyes. He usually has a friendly smile and calm inviting presence. He is rarely completely still, fidgeting, pacing, knuckle cracking, or finger drumming, when things are calmer than what he’s used to. His bright green eyes are usually accompanied by bags ever since the experiment. His clothes are normally second hand, already showing signs of wear before they were ever his, jeans ripped and distressed by previous owners, old t-shirts and flannels, sneakers that are often held together by duct tape, and an old army jacket from a surplus store. He has a small collection of scars; one above his left eye from a car he crashed into a tree, a circular burn on his right shoulder from a cigarette put out on him by another kid, and a thick scar along his left forearm from a bad break as a child.
| Likes |
-Live music and the energy from a great show
-Food, especially spicy food
-The Outdoors
-Hot/Warm weather
-Thunderstorms
-Action Movies
-Reading
-Making others happy
-New experiences
-A hot coffee and a cigarette
| Dislikes |
-Cold Weather
-Crowds
-Failure
-Moral ambiguity
-Shitty people
-Bologna and Spam his least favorite food
-Cops
-Being treated like he’s stupid
-Having no control/choice
-Being used as an experiment and then being expected to kill his peers without just cause
| Fears |
Claustrophobia
Failure
Being helpless
Being too attached or too reliant on another
| Personality |Loyal/ Brash/ Resilient/ Stubborn/ Idealistic/ Naïve/
As a kid, Eli was always drawn to stories of heroes; knights, soldiers, cowboys, demigods, and those with superpowers. With his imagination captured by tales of valor and perseverance he always strived to emulate those fictional characters he admired. He has a very black and white view of the world and doesn’t care for ambiguity and gray areas. Eli is stubborn, it takes a lot to change his mind and he doesn’t always listen to reason. He is a man of action, indecisiveness doesn’t suit him, and once he picks a course of action he usually sticks with it and rarely likes to try something else. His plans are rarely well thought out, fueled by impulsiveness and a desire to prove himself. Eli desperately wants to prove himself, to show the world that he’s more than his rough start in life.
He’s friendly and outgoing, Eli likes getting to know new people and to those he likes he is very loyal. He is quick to trust people, he tends to see the good in most people but rarely allows anyone to win his trust back once lost. He keeps high expectations of both himself and others especially when it comes to morality. He has his own moral code, for example he would consider it wrong to steal from an individual but wouldn’t think twice about shoplifting from a large store. He likes to get to know people and although he can talk for hours he rarely lets people get too close. His whole life he has always kept others at a distance; it makes things easier if he has to leave, or if they leave.
Eli likes to help people, to make them laugh or smile, to just be there to make things easier for someone else if he can. He’s willing to do something stupid or goofy to make another smile, to give someone the shirt off his back if they need it, and to have a friend’s back when things get real. Although violence isn’t his first choice he wouldn’t back down from a fight and he’s willing to throw himself in the line of fire to help another. He is an optimistic and idealistic man who wants to leave the world better than how he found, to leave a mark even if it’s anonymously.
| Ability |
Electrokenesis; the ability to manipulate and generate electricity.
| Limitations |
Currently Eli needs direct contact or contact through a strong conductor to affect people, so he can’t just shoot lightning from his fingers like some kind of Sith. He can generate electrical energy through his own body allowing him to shock people though his touch, with enough force to kill or incapacitate them or just enough to give only a mild static shock. Generally, skin to skin contact with Eli gives people at least a small shock. He has more control when calm than he does upset, and his powers rarely work right in the rain, the worse the storm the more unpredictable his ability to use his power is.
| History |
Eli was born to a young mother; one far too young to be ready for the responsibility of parenthood. His mother had been pregnant at sixteen, his father, whoever he was, had never really be in the picture to begin with and his mother was on her own after being kicked out by her own overly religious parents. His mother ended up working at strip club, ended up involved in drugs, heroin, and died of an overdose when he was five. His overly religious grandparents were not interested in taking care of their daughters “mistakes” so Eli mainly grew up in foster care or group homes.
His childhood was made up of constant change and almost no stability, having to adjust to different homes with different rules and adults exercising constantly varying levels of control over him. His mother had enforced almost no rules and adjusting to living different foster homes was difficult for the first few years. Eventually he learned how to adjust, how to fly under the radar in homes with many other children, how to stay mainly unnoticed. The homes he stayed in were often crowded and chaotic, while his basic needs were usually met it was usually the bare minimum but there were plenty of other kids who had it worse and Eli isn’t really the type to complain. There were a few occasions where he’d run away and try and live on the streets which usually ended with him being picked up by cops or caught shoplifting and then sent to a new foster home.
Eli started off as a pudgy, awkward, kid who just barely got by when it came to school work but who spent a lot of his free time reading and hanging around the local library. Before hitting his teenage years, he was frequently picked on for being overweight, wearing second hand clothes, and being poor. Around thirteen thought his growth spurts started, he thinned out and took up an interest in sports and after school activities. The longer he had to be at school, the longer he could be away from his foster homes. He went from pudgy and awkward to athletic and confident, putting all his energy and frustration into sports. He managed to pull his grades up some as well. As he grew closer to eighteen and to freedom he put a lot of thought into the best plan to be able to take care of himself, knowing he didn’t really have anyone to help support him and not wanting to end up a bum or a criminal.
Eli’s plans after graduation were to join the army, save up money, and eventually become a chef. He had been discussing options with a local recruiter, he was set to enlist after graduation and excited about doing something that he could be proud of. When his name was chosen, it was not fear that he felt but pride and excitement, he was going to be someone who mattered, one of six, he was going to do great thing and for once he had a future laid out in front of him. While the others had parents, who cried over the thought of being separated from their kids, his foster parents worried about losing the monthly check they got for housing him. Eli wasn’t worried about missing them either, as for the friends he had; Eli had never allowed himself to become too attached to them either, he was more used to people casually entering and leaving his life to ever find himself too attached.
Eli was more than ready to follow orders, to become stronger and more self-reliant, and to become a super solider. The gas that changed him was of course painful, it burned as he inhaled it and made every cell in his body feel as if it was on fire but Eli endured. Transformation was painful, it was work. He trained tirelessly to hone his newfound abilities, excitedly awaiting the day when he would be sent on missions. The thought of being a super solider made him think of the comics he read as a kid, he wanted to be like his childhood hero Captain America only to have the rug pulled out from under him when he learned of their final test. Anger and disillusionment consumed him, his own government, people he had lied to him, they had told him he could be a hero but there was nothing heroic about killing innocent children. It was like something out of a dystopian teen novel and Eli would have nothing to do with it. The only thing left to do was escape and now that he’s free the only thing he can think about is revenge and making sure this shadowy government agency doesn’t do the same thing to a new group of kids.
| Miscellaneous |
Usually always has a pack of cards, gum, and cigarettes on him as well a lighter. He’s always wanted to learn how to drive a car, tried it once, a joyride with a car from one of his foster homes and immediately crashed into a tree in the front yard.
