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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.

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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.

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Name: Khall Sahn

Nickname: N/A

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: Khall wears the typical garments of a teen in high school; T-shirts, Jeans(possibly tattered), Hoodies, Sneakers, etc. He also tends to adopt a dark color pallet- black, gray, and other darker tones. His hair is not normally kept, which he doesn't mind because it looks fine as-is, which is even more true after the change, as it is usually ruffled by him wearing his hood up. He also adopts the usage of sunglasses over his gray eyes, and wears earbuds almost constantly.
Khall is 5'11" and weighs in at 170lbs. His skin tone is of average for someone of Korean descent.



Likes:
• Silence
• Reading
• Rain

Dislikes:
• Crowds
• Spicy things
• Going outside

Fears:
• Losing his senses

Personality Traits: Distant, Stubborn, Blunt-at-times --- Stern, Analytical, Competitive

Personality: Khall is not a social lad. He tends to normally keep quiet unless spoken to. When he does speak however, he's straightforward and doesn't pull his punches. He will almost always follow someone else unless he's certain it will lead to failure. However, after you break past the quiet shell, and then the slightly-thorny one, he's compassionate. He's just not the best at showing it.

Ability: -- Opinokinesis -- Khall is capable of depriving people of their senses. When he is about to use this power, an array of wispy, floating, 2D eyes appear just above the surface of his skin(if he so chooses); one on the forehead, and one on each palm. He comes to call these black and purple appendages the "Eyes of Justice"(EoJ)s. When Khall looks at someone with his normal sight, he can deprive them of two of their senses for as long as he looks at them. When he looks at someone with his extra eyes, he can deprive them of one sense besides sight. If he looks at them with two of his "EoJ"s, he can deprive them of their sight.

Limitations: Khall's power somehow makes his senses very sensitive. His eyes are very sensitive to light, his ears to sound, his pallet to tastes, etc.
Additionally, his EoJ's only affect people who's faces are at least ~40% visible to him. Sunglasses and some goggles also usually negate his EoJs.

Background: Khall's life before being chosen was what some might call uneventful, but he was happy. He lived at home with his loving parents, and his little brother, Nickel, who is five. He spent most of his time playing video games or basketball, or going to hang out with his small group of friends. And yes, it was a small group, as he's what some call "shut in".

When he was one day randomly called to the main office for some kind of program, he was curious, confused, and somewhat worried. It soon donned upon him how right he was to be frightened. Him and five other students were gestured...herded rather, away from their families. They were deposited into a new facility- which was this "university".

When the six of them were herded into a room where they were subjected to breathing in a body-wracking, painful gas, there was a moment where Khall thought he had went blind. After the pain had started to subside and he opened his eyes, all he could see was white. He groped at air around him, unable to produce any words from the shock. No...no..no! I CAN'T SEE!, but he couldn't speak.

Then he saw movement. He realized his eyes were adjusting to the light. And it hurt. From then on, he felt everything different. Including the migraines. When they'd discovered what his power was, he found it somewhat ironic. And horrifying.

But somehow, him and the other five had come up with an escape plan. And it had worked. Now they were out in the world, on the run, against an evil government. What had he gotten into...

Nickname: N/A. No Mike.

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:



Michael is very standard fare for his age and his ‘type.’ He wears hipster glasses, he dresses in fandom t-shirts, and wears jeans. He’s plain. So plain, in fact, that the most remarkable thing about his appearance is that there’s nothing remarkable about his appearance, though that’s nothing but a positive now. He’s physically average, standing at 5’9”.

If his physical appearance is less than imposing, his physical demeanor is that of a cuddly puppy. He seems meek, just by looking at him. Michael walks with his head down, and almost shuffles rather than walking. He rarely smiles, and instead most often has a look on his face like he’s scared. And maybe he is.

The poor guy has a wee bit of social anxiety.

• ✓ Comic books. His favorite hero is Nova.
• ✓ Science fiction movies.
• ✓ Reading, writing. He’s a hobbyist.
• ✓ Being left alone.
• ✓ Working with computer hardware, or software.
• ✓ Writing programs.
• ✓ Lo-fi music

• ☠ Public speaking
• ☠ Large crowds
• ☠ Parties
• ☠ Being surprised
• ☠ Socialites

Fear:

Having to give a speech and then defend it against a panel of people.



















Michael never knew his birth parents. From what he understands, they were, at one time, good people. His mother died, in childbirth, and his father killed himself shortly after that. Michael was placed in the care of his godparents; his mother and father’s best friends. They were rich, and young business owners, and they truly did their best. They gave him everything he could have ever hoped for, but they weren’t the best at ‘being there.’ Michael was subject to bullying and isolation throughout school. As children learned what happened to his birth parents, they opted to tease him for it. As a result, Michael has been indoctrinated to believe that he caused his parents’s death; his mom and dad alike. He found escape from a disappointing reality in the pages of comic books, which he read from a young age. He loved the idea of superheroes, and has wished for all his life that he could be one.

As he grew up, he realized that he was smarter than his peers, and in a lot of cases than the adults in his life. He started the sameway a lot of people like him did: taking things apart and putting them back together. This lead to taking things apart and putting them back together with modifications. Modifications led to building his own devices. Building his own devices led to programming them. And programming his own devices led to things such as the robot that will peel and slice an apple for him via voice commands.

He’s not sure why he was chosen for the program, but he can only assume it’s because his godparents are afraid he’s going to kill them to. Then, he was subjected to the gas. When he woke up, he was overwhelmed by the amount of information he saw in the facility.

At first, seeing all of that information was overwhelming, but he’s slowly been acclimating to it. The scientists aren’t fully sure what his abilities are, and he’s been sure not to tell them everything. Instead, he quietly spent his time obtaining what information he could from the servers he could gain access to.

When the group wanted to break out, Michael was happy to join in. With his abilities, breaking out was relatively painless, and once he hit the open air, Michael felt like he was even stronger. Whatever happened next, he was ready for it.

Miscellaneous: N/A

I read the rules.

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| 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 |

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.