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[b]Name:[/b] Sanzhar Kravchenko
[b]Age:[/b] 28
[b]Gender:[/b] Man
[b]Height:[/b] 5'8"
[b]Weight:[/b] 57 kg
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Asian American (Kazakhstani)
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Heterosexual
[b]Religion:[/b] Baptist
[b]Occupation:[/b] Author and Journalist

[b]Ability:[/b]
[b][u]Metalbending:[/u][/b] Sanzhar is able to control, shape, and manipulate any kind of metal of up to 250 kilograms, whether ferromagnetic or diamagnetic. Metals that are liquid in natural form, such as gallium and mercury, are significantly more difficult to control. The metal has to be of significant enough quantities (meaning he cannot use the iron within someone's blood) within 10 feet to be manipulated. It also needs to be visible to the naked eye.

[b]Background:[/b] Sanzhar comes from the city of Almaty, in Kazakhstan. He was born as the eldest of three children in a family that counted itself amongst the country's very small Protestant minority, and as such, has faced persecution from both the Kazakhstan government and society at large. Dmitri was only five years old when his family scrounged up enough to immigrate to the United States, thereby getting away from all the pressures and terrors of their homeland. It would be in San Francisco, California, where they finally settled down and made a new life for themselves.

Here, in the States, they prospered. Whereas they were looked upon with suspicious eyes back in Kazakhstan due to being of a different religion, here, the Kravchenkos could work more or less freely. Such was the upgrade to their situation that all three children were able to finish college, and got to careers of their own. Sanzhar in particular chose to go the risky path of the journalist, eventually returning to Kazakhstan as part of a documentary team. But that's not the interesting part; not yet, that is.

When he returned to his new home after that round in their ancestral homeland, the Energy Storm erupted. His brother and his parents were all injured in the storm, though by some intervention of providence, they managed to recover. However, Sanzhar in turn got sick from the epidemic that came next. Though he got well after, he didn't realize his own powers until a metal box got knocked out from the balcony right towards his head. Instinct kicked in, and he... well, used his metalbending to keep the thing from giving him a concussion.

Seeing that he got new gifts, Sanzhar would continually practice in secret, with only his siblings and best friend knowing that he was a freak of nature...
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[hider=Karagoz Dimirci]
Character Profile
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[b]Name:[/b] Karagoz Dimirci
[b]Age:[/b] 36
[b]Gender:[/b] A Man
[b]Height:[/b] 5'10"
[b]Weight:[/b] 69 kilograms
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Turkish-Circassian
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Heterosexual
[b]Religion:[/b] Semi-Agnostic
[b]Occupation:[/b] Ex-Soldier; Reaper’s Ally

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[u][b]Argent Pyrokinesis[/b][/u] (Or as he calls it, Dragonfire): He is able to breathe and spit white colored flaming napalm, which sticks on and burns combustible materials upon contact with a temperature of 2,400 Fahrenheit. He requires energy to use this ability; as such, if he uses it excessively, he will endure some weight loss. Karagoz can also manipulate existing flames within ten feet, controlling, amplifying, or extinguishing them. 

As an added bonus, Karagoz is immune towards heat based damage; however, as fire burns up oxygen, he will often use a gas mask in order to avoid asphyxiating himself.

[b]Background:[/b] Karagoz Dimirci was the youngest child of a family of Turkish migrants to the United States. He didn’t have a lot growing up, as the Dimircis were never the richest lot to begin with. They tried all sorts of odd jobs in the States, but even then, were not able to climb the social ladder. Karagoz would thus grow up to an existence that is marginally better than what they would have had back in Ankara. 

While facing discrimination for their religion and heritage, Karagoz would eventually sign up for the army, going into three tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, each one progressively worse than the last. He came back, scarred by what he had seen in the conflict, but he would still be looked upon with distaste by society. 

Karagoz would then be a bitter veteran, lamenting that he had only tried to make things better for everyone he loved, only for trash to be thrown at him for being the kid of Islamic immigrants. To make matters worse, he would be the only remaining member of the Dimirci family after the Energy Storm; their entire apartment collapsed after a pillar of energy bisected it, killing everyone inside. Then he got sick.

When he recovered, he discovered that he had pyrokinetic powers. At first, he couldn’t care less, but when the government passed laws that restricted the movement of people like himself, disappointment turned into rage. He was spurred on by Reaper’s speeches, convincing him that this nation has to be taught a lesson through force...

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[hider=Zeke Salazar, the Starforger]

[u][b]Character Profile[/b][/u]
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[b]Name:[/b] Zeke Salazar
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Gender:[/b] A Man
[b]Height:[/b] 5'10"
[b]Weight:[/b] 61 kg
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Latin American 
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Heterosexual
[b]Religion:[/b] Roman Catholic
[b]Occupation:[/b] IT Technician
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[b]Ability:[/b] 
[u][b]Astragenesis:[/b][/u] Zeke is essentially a living solar furnace. He produces solar energy within himself, which he can then manifest into miniature stars. These stars have multiple applications; namely, they can be used to illuminate dark areas akin to an omni-directional flashlight, and be used as powerful explosives with a radius of five feet. In these detonations, it also showers living creatures inside the radius with cosmic radiation, causing painful burns that thankfully have no long term effects.

The stars continually radiate warmth as long as they're active, and could fire off coronal ejections of hot plasma, burning anything they come into contact with. Zeke himself has become immune to solar radiation; as such, he won't have sunburns ever again. 

At any given time, he can only have two stars active.

[b]Background:[/b] A true and tested native of San Francisco as long as he could remember, Zeke comes from its outer suburbs. He was born to a rather well off family, and had a pair of sisters that he would always refer to as the Spice Girls. As a general rule, he never got too deep into the city itself; Zeke had learned from his own father, who had seen that place for himself, that crime is rampant, and the casinos and nightclubs were just a facade that hid a festering core of desolation within the hearts of men.

And so, Zeke would grow up with the standard life; he went to elementary and high school, found his way into college, and graduated as a major in information technology. He went ahead and worked in one of the telecommunications companies in San Francisco, going in and out morning and night. It was all end, if not for the fact that he could never find a love for his life. Maybe he was too narrow minded to see the hints, but alas, he never tried harder.

Then the Energy Storm came. Much of the city became a ruin, and to compound things, Zeke was afflicted by the plague. Though he made a quick recovery, it would turn out that the illness had left a permanent mark on him. One night, as he looked over towards the shining band of the Milky Way, he found himself subconsciously manifesting a star of his own; a little golden sphere of plasmatic heat, levitating on his palm. And on that abandoned field out in the open, he started to play with powers he had yet to understand. Stars danced and winked away at will, and when he flung it towards the ground, it turned into a blinding flash, an explosion that left quite a mark on the ground. But that was just it. These powers are going to leave a mark.

And now, the stars may not be so kind to his fate. With such raw power, Zeke realized that the government would be very happy to use him as a power source for that experimental railgun in the navy… but he can't get out.

Not now.

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[hider=Lysander Shen/Shen Yongzheng]
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[b]Name:[/b] Lysander Shen
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Gender:[/b] A Man
[b]Height:[/b] 5'4"
[b]Weight:[/b] 54 kilograms
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Asian-American (Chinese descent)
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Hetero
[b]Religion:[/b] Methodist
[b]Occupation:[/b] Undergraduate College Student (Sophomore)

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[i]Object Imbuement:[/i] Nothing can say for sure what the limits of this are, but Lysander is psychically bonded with his stuffed dragon, which he has carried with him since childhood. When he is threatened, the little plaything is roused into life as a seven feet tall beast of fire and war that follows his every command to the letter. He could, in theory, turn any statue, mannequins or stuffed toy into a transformed weapon, but he can only have one at a time, and the sentimental value of the dragon ensures that he is sticking to it. He would also prefer something he could carry around without trouble.

A common trait of everything that Lysander transforms is that they are always on fire once active. Orange flames cover their every being, defying the laws of physics as they themselves do not burn even if their source material is flammable. Each one of them possesses the strength of five men and with the virtue of being non-biological beings, need no rest nor sleep. They can cross through space to return to Lysander's side, and if their source object is being harmed (ex, someone tries to rip the stuffed dragon apart), they will transform as a self protective measure.

If one is destroyed while transformed, Lysander will be free to imbue another object with his powers to make that one his pawn, but it takes several minutes to fully take control of it. Should it be roused into transformation too quickly, it will not follow his orders, and instead attack any living beings nearby until it has no more targets in sight or if it is destroyed.

Curiously enough, the objects he transforms turn out to be highly intelligent and speak to him on a regular basis, going as far as to call him Father. Whatever mind resides in there seems to retain all memories on previous vessels. What this means exactly, one cannot tell.

[b]Background:[/b] Lysander Shen, youngest of three children, was born in Hong Kong as Shen Yongzheng to Shen Liwei and Shen Lanying. In the first five years of his life, Yongzheng would live under the thumb of enterprising parents that tried every business under the sky. And yet, despite their every effort, they ended up losing more than they gained at each turn. Times came when they had to skip a meal a day. Those were terrible days for the Shen family, their luck failing them at every turn. 

Of course, not everything was terrible, really. When Yongzheng was three, their more affluent relatives from the mother's side supported their finances. Liwei, after all, graduated top of his class as a major in business. This was his thing, right? It was just that the competitors were being pesky and did everything to tear them down… Well, maybe there was a better life elsewhere.

And so it was decided. A few months after his fifth birthday, Yongzheng came to a whole new country, America. Though the locals were often not too receptive, they quickly found a community of their own people living there and integrated. The Shens then picked up Anglo names to better fit in. Since his mother was a fan of Greek history, she suggested Lysander to be his name, after the Spartan admiral of old. With a simple nod, Shen Yongzheng would then be known henceforth as Lysander Shen by anyone who wasn't his own kin.

From them on, he lived a normal life. Aside from the spates of racism, Lysander had it well. He wasn't buried under student loans like a lot of others, and made the parents proud with his academics. He always did his best.

And then… something happened at college. He had fallen for this girl from his class (and the feeling was mutual), and after a particularly drunken party, they spent the night in a less than ideal way for people of their age. It was just fun, they said. But she called a few weeks later, saying she was vomiting way too much. 

He was now going to be a dad at 19.

What could he do, then? The foolishness of youth has jeopardized his future.

Before he could decide, the Energy Storm and Plague came. Both he and the girl were afflicted by the plague, and while he lived, she and the one within her perished. She had decided to keep it. He was the one that couldn't decide. To make matters worse, his mother had died from the Storm itself, crushed by a falling pillar when the beams of light coruscated from the skies.

Such was the pain, and yet, he told no one of his secret. Lysander feared that since he had been known as this flawless genius child, such a thing would be seen as a disgrace. And so he hides it to this day.

That wasn't all, though. The plague had given him something else other than pain and suffering. He found out that he was an Altered when he had wandered into an alleyway out of sheer numbness. A group of street thugs confronted him, and as he stared at them as they yelled obscenities, the stuffed dragon that hung from his backpack burst into unnatural life. It was reborn as a beast of fire, and its roar scared the group away, leaving an awe-stricken Lysander.

It was at this moment, when the fiery beast wrought from woven cloth and hellfire spoke to him, calling him Father as he had created it from his own dreams. Though he refuses to call the seven feet tall fire dragon his child, there was no doubt that he was its creator.

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