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ACTIVE @Sweven7 ▸ Connor Sangster superhuman endurance @Eleven ▸ Freya Brigham telepathy @Prisk ▸ Hanna Williamson healing @nodogs ▸ Jack Wilkerson intangibility @Mao Mao ▸ Lucas Watson shapeshifting @Salsa Verde ▸ Meir Maggid magic manipulation @banjoanjo ▸ Sara Zhou time manipulation @Gisk ▸ William Bishop kinetic theft ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |   ▔▔ |  | ▔▔ | INACTIVE @Odin ▸ Benjamin Moore indoctrination @fledermaus ▸ Genesis Ortega the hat man ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |
▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Age in words ► Gender - Self explanatory ► Sexuality - Self explanatory ► Nickname - If applicable ► Occupation - If applicable ► Qualifications - If applicable ► Residence - City and state, no exact addresses needed ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - If applicable ► Tattoos - If applicable ► Piercings - If applicable ► Style - Short description of regular fashion/hair choices and appearance |  LIFE AT RITMAN What was their reputation? Were they underachieving or overachieving? PSYCHE What is their general attitude towards other people? Has their personality cost or gained them? Have they changed much since Ritman? ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |
POWER What is the superhuman ability they possess? How does it work? Is there any context behind the power? Feel free to provide examples of the power in use. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► What advantages does their ability give them? Where does it work best? ► Et cetera ► Et cetera ▼ WEAKNESSES ► What are the limitations of their power? Does it have physical or psychological effects on them? ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► Et cetera ► Et cetera |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Homosexual ► Nickname - JD ► Occupation - Floor Staff ► Qualifications - N/A ► Residence - Delton, Maine ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Small nicks on the palms of her hands from too many shattered glasses ► Tattoos - N/A ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Others call it butch, she calls it comfortable. Shops mainly (if not exclusively) in the men's aisle, not a particular fan of accessories either. Wouldn't be caught dead in anything formal—if forced to, she would wear a dress shirt and tie at best.  | LIFE AT RITMAN During her (poor) attendance at Ritman High, Jack was a 'cultured' figure. She didn't see the point in trying to stay with one set of friends, and wasn't too particular about who she hung with so long as they weren't excessively geeky or bitchy, with a known tendency to jump ship. If she started hanging around with different people, then inevitably her old 'group' were about to explode under the weight of teen drama. Jack had a foot in the door of the gossip from several circles, quietly observing the workings of stupid people being petty. She never took sides—she was just there for the banter and playing hooky down at the plaza. Apathy was the rule. In class, she had a lackluster attitude towards education. She didn't know what the fuck she was doing, so why was she gonna waste her effort when it wouldn't come to fruition? Certain teachers saw the potential she had and tried to nudge her into caring about progress, push her in the right direction to finally getting that equation or knowing more appropriate words to deliver presentations with that weren't hushed swear words and hamfisted analogies, but they were met with a solid brick wall of "I don't care about doing this shit". Her classroom behaviour amounted to sitting quietly at the back and snickering when the class clowns did their regular routine. When around whichever friend group, Jack held the same attitude. She wasn't good with empathy or emotional support, god knows she wasn't mature enough to give advice, so she would retreat at the first sign of a breakup between friends or a fight over something stupid that nobody would care about or remember in five years. If people were too full of themselves to get that high school was probably the least significant part of their lives and being so emotionally invested was dumb, then that wasn't her problem. She knew how to sneak out at lunch with the seniors, she was sardonic and quick-witted, and she didn't mind sharing snacks with people. That's all you need to be at the very least one of the most tolerated individuals in your grade. Fly-on-a-wall stuff. PSYCHEJack's apathy is prevalent in the way she converses with others. Sure, she could be telling the funniest joke in the world, but there's something about the way in which it's delivered that tells you she has no emotional investment in the current moment. Talking to people is just another part of her daily routine, and exerts about as much as brushing her teeth does. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Hope isn't all lost, though. The years have softened Jack somewhat; made her more prone to care about things. A slight, lingering guilt whenever she knows she's said the wrong thing. Something deep in her core that glows a little when she does a favour for somebody—it first happened when she offered to clean her neighbour's windows in exchange for some pocket change, at the suggestion of her father during her "I finished school and don't know what I'm doing with myself" phase. It was later discovered to be a sense of achievement. She's been cleaning Ms. Sullivan's windows every week for seven years. All of this is a horrific secret kept buried to the public, however. There's a crushing sense of shame in having to admit that you were wrong about empathy and caring for others the whole time. Outwardly, Jack is an older, somewhat muted version of her high school self that somewhere along the way learned how to keep a job. Keep people at arms' length, maintain a casual rapport with regular customers without intruding on their private business, all limbs inside the rollercoaster at all times. Exist in people's lives without being a part of them. One obstacle in Jack's great Quest of Self-Improvement is her grudges. Her observant nature combined with her stubbornness has led to a repertoire of people she has formed sound opinions on, positive or negative (though mostly negative). Even when presented with alternative facts, she is steadfast in her judgements and will not budge. She may put things aside and begrudgingly tolerate somebody, depending on the necessity, but there will always be an existing impression of that individual withheld at the back of her mind. Jack remembers words and Jack remembers actions. |
| POWER Jack possesses the power of intangibility—she can bypass objects of various materials that are in her way. This is done through minor molecular manipulation, wherein she can make her own molecules pass through the molecules of solid objects. Manipulating her own molecules on an atomic level is subconscious for the most part (and for obvious reasons), but it requires focus and concentration to allow her subconscience to do it. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Things like fences and gates are significantly harder to phase through, due to the gaps between the metal. It takes far more brainpower to control as different parts of her body will hit either the metal poles or the air inbetween, therefore requiring the movement of molecules in dozens of different areas. Straining her powers will usually result in nosebleeds, migraines and vertigo. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Can pass through moving objects as well as stationary ones. Or rather, they can pass through her. ► While phasing, she is less vulnerable to damage due to the arrangement of her molecules. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► The faster an object is moving, the less likely she is to pass through it successfully. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► Cannot pass through humans and animals. ► It would be a dangerous struggle to pass through something thicker than the average concrete wall. ► If she loses concentration, she will stop phasing immediately, trapping her within whatever she is phasing through. In most cases she will die horrific and slow. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Cis-Male ► Sexuality - Hetero ► Nickname - Magi ► Occupation - Professor at MIT ► Qualifications - Valedictorian at Ritman Valedictorian at MIT Graduate PhD in Linguistics Specialization in Ancient & Dead Languages Multilingual ► Residence - Boston, Massaschusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Meir has quite the collection of scars covering his body, he considers them battle scars after surviving multiple thrashings by his bullies in school. ► Tattoos - Meir only has one tattoo which is the date of when his Grandparents were liberated from Auschwitz and reunited. 13th of Sh'vat, 5705 is written in on his right arm. ► Piercings - Pierced, but rarely worn. ► Style - Since most of his day is spent on campus or researching, Meir is usually dressed in a combination of business formal, casual, and professional. On his personal time off you can catch him wearing plain shirts, Henley's, and sweaters paired with jeans and sneakers or boots. His hair is usually just a naturally curly shag. | LIFE AT RITMAN Riman High was far from kind to Meir, in, well everyway imaginable. Every bully needed a target and what better person than the nerdy Jewish kid that had just moved into town. If you couldn’t have guessed by now that particular kid was Meir. Whether it was his stick like figure, his generic cliched thick rimmed glasses, or his bordering obsession with books and languages it was his name that made him stick out. Most kid had simple names like Chris or John, but his parents found it necessary to paint a target on his back by naming him Meir Amos Maggid, yuck. Because of this he was branded as a nerd, a geek, and a total loser really. The years were kinder to him as they went on, the upper classmen graduated never to be seen again, thus leaving Meir at the helm of his own fate. His reputation and the vicious rumors that surrounded him since freshman year began to die down until they were nothing but echoes of the past. Like most nerds he found solace in his professors and hanging in the back of class, particularly like a wallflower. With no contact from females of any group besides a snide laugh or a pointed finger, he was never concerned with the realm of women. Instead, he focused on the realm of academics. I guess you could say he was an overachiever, which also made him a target. Assignments were always handed on time, tests never wavered under a perfect score of a 100%, and each paper had every prim and proper citation one could possibly achieve. Now reading and obtaining media regarding dead and foreign languages wasn’t cheap. That’s when Meir made the most of his brain and began to attend SAT’s for kids at other schools for the right price and writing term papers at a marked-up price. What he lacked in brawn he surely made up in brain. He never got caught and eventually graduated as Ritman High’s Valedictorian, with accolades to boot. Despite the hardships he faced, there were plenty of other students in attendance that took the heat away from him and allowed him to prosper once the daily swirly’s and noogies were out of the way. PSYCHEAs long as Meir could remember he’s always been an introvert. It’s not that he didn’t want to socialize or didn’t know how, but much rather the anxiety he would get any time he tried to get it out. Now this could be due to his bullying in school or just how he was generally raised. All he did was stay inside and focus on reading. His first experience with the love of languages and dialect came from when he had to read the Torah and learn Hebrew in order to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone and the latter was where Meir resided. What he couldn’t get from the outside world he found in his father’s library. Now this didn’t mean he disliked people, but just the opposite. Meir is a true idealist. always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. He is the kind of person you can relentlessly vent to and have no fear of being judged. On the Meyer’s Briggs scale he falls under INFP otherwise the mediator and falling under the sign of Scorpio in terms of astrology. Meir has embodied characteristics from both archetypes. As far as star signs go, he is quite the jealous person, secretive, distrusting and is prone to engage in violence (now more so than in ritman). Yet he is also passionate, assertive, and also determined, this guides his research as he will scour all of his resources and tool at his disposal to find the truth or the answer he’s looking for. Leaving Ritman High was like hitting the reset button his life, he was able to start over away from everyone who’s ever known him. This took form in many ways, one specifically being his attention to his body. Rather than be the scrawny kid from High school, Meir decided to devote his time to learning about fitness and creating a regime for him to follow. By the time he graduated from college he was a beefier and hunkier piece of man, which boosted his confidence and social standing. Despite his family being large on religion, Meir decided to become a reformed Jew and leave most of his religious customs behind and going so far as getting a tattoo which is otherwise forbidden in Judaic religion. His growth and personality have only gained him a net bonus. Meir is now able to confidently talk in front of a class room of students and flirt with women while also being able to withdraw from the outside and find cathartic release in just being alone. |
| POWER Everyone is familiar with how the Dinosaurs were wiped out. In case you didn’t know, it was a giant meteor from outer space. Now what they didn’t tell you is that it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor that wiped them out, but something much more powerful. Over the next several millennia the first civilization of men unearthed the remnants of this prolific meteor. What they found inside the meteor was something else something greater, within the meteor were shards of celestial energy that remained alive all these centuries. This abundance of energy stored inside was treated as a gift from the gods and worshiped as so. During ceremonial rituals the best suited candidate to represent the village would be chose to consume a small shard of this radiant energy. Once bonded with the host the shard granted powerful magic and a surplus of new knowledge and ideas. Civilizations prospered and thrived under the leadership of these powered individuals, much faster than what normal homo sapiens could achieve in the same timeline. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔However, this amount of power was uncontrollable back in the day and for all their success there was a harvest. Unable to master the power in their vessel the crystal would corrupt and overpower the user, wiping out entire civilizations seemingly overnight, forever branded as ‘lost’. Many historians theorize that civilizations such as the Maya, Indus, Anasazi, Cahokia etc. were lost, but they were just the dregs of once great civilizations. This didn’t mean the crystal was lost however, instead the crystal would trap the bonded soul inside which was intended for use from the new owner. Thus, in turn creating a link to past crystal owners and serving as an encyclopedia on information such as language, architecture, and innovation. And so, the shard was passed from civilization to civilization across the ages until one day it was marked too powerful for use. Instead of implanting it into a person the elders locked it away, planting the crystal within the front of a book. The pages had no writing or invisible ink, there were no photographs or illustrations, just simply a crystal in the front of an otherwise normal book. The powers granted by the shard granted the user a tether to the celestial plane allowing for the access to magic. With the shard serving as a connection to past lives, the user is able to incant and recite the words necessary for these spells. This takes shape into what Meir calls as Constellation Magic which he can then use to mimic spatial anomalies into magical powers. His powers and past lives also grant him to preordained abilities learned from past magicians. These include illusion casting (limited) and telekinesis while the rest are still being learned. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► In a world ruled by science and logic, magic is only reserved for people who perform party tricks or those desperate enough to busk on the street. Having an otherworldly power and magic that is beyond explanation allows for potent weapons against those in opposition. Magic is rather versatile and can be choreographed with several other spells at once. Not only that, but dependent on the amount of magic used and incantation length directly effects the strength of the spell being used. It’s almost limitless to say as magic requires a constant learning for the exploration of new possibilities. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►Despite being quite powerful so early on with magic and the possibilities being so endless, Meir is still a newly anointed magician. While he has access to telekinesis, illusion casting, and his own magic, he is restricted to only being able to use one at a time. Meir is also very weak in hand-to-hand combat and his best defense works from a good distance. Despite having mana flowing throw his veins he can overuse his powers easily, thus forcing him to be smart on use and conservation of magical energy.  ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Asexual (Homo-romantic) ► Nickname - Z ► Occupation - Assistant Manager at Delton General, seasonal event planner ► Qualifications - Barista certification, First Aid Training including defibrillation, half an online Bachelor of Commerce, kinda good at brewing beer? ► Residence - Delton, Maine ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Miniscule, almost invisible, scars littering her fingers. She was not dexterous in high school, but that never deterred her brother from constantly dragging her into the kitchen for help. ► Tattoos - Sprigs of Diphylleia Grayi crawling up her calf from her ankle. ► Piercings - Five in each ear. ► Style - T-shirts and loose button ups, almost always flannel. Practicality is the vibe here, as Sara doesn't do anything purely for aesthetic's sake. Her hair, though straight and clean, has lacked maintenance since high school and falls to the halfway point of her back at its fullest length. It is usually tied up in a messy but charming ponytail. Wears light makeup to work, only because she has a job to keep. | LIFE AT RITMAN They were never meant to stay here. Thank god it was Delton though, there are plenty worse places to get financially stranded. They were one family out of the thousands of classic immigrant stories, arriving with nothing but their luggage and barely applicable Chinglish. A father and a mother, a daughter and a son. The town received them generously but that wasn't grounds for getting complacent. The Zhous worked themselves to the bone as repayment. Surely they expected their children to do the same. There was... some adjustment to be done. Sara, bright as she was, sure as hell wasn't spectacular, not in the way that would get her into an Ivy League school. Not the way she knew her parents secretly wished, as stubbornly mute as they were about their children's future. But Sara was a Zhou through and through, and she was determined to prove it. High school was an academic breeze and Sara rode high on the winds. She had a reputation for knowing everything and everyone. Science decathlon, student council, soccer team. People respected her because of her work ethic but they liked her because she was a reliable friend. Very reliable, almost worryingly so. Of course, being a high school, there were some detractors. Rumors of her being a secret lesbian, citing her laissez-faire fashion sense and apparent lack of romantic interest in boys. Calling her a narc, a goody-two shoes. Man, she was totally overloading. How does she cram all the shit she has to do in a single week? She was gonna burn out so hard. They were wrong. The fire never flickered. It was extinguished. It was a senseless, excruciating thing. Her father always insisted on providing their driving lessons himself, to cut down the costs. Her brother had been the one at the wheel. Willard never forgave himself, skipping town four months afterwards in a car bought with his own money. Couldn't use the one he totalled on the highway. They were only halfway through the school year then. There was no moral. No lesson to be taken from this. Sara graduated, numb as frostbite. Exemplary grades, outstanding extracurriculars. And for what? She returned to Delton after a single semester of college and hasn't set foot outside ever since. PSYCHESara is an emotional pragmatist. The Consul (ESFJ) archetype. A confident speaker, cool under pressure, dry of wit, the rock amongst her many, many, fr-- ...acquaintances. Need an extra planner for the fair? Need a substitute for your volleyball team? Need someone to move all the orchestra equipment? Sara was up for the job. Not only that, she'd do it pretty damn well. There was an unnatural level of perseverance in every action she took, topped off with a grit smirk as she conquered everything in her path. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Seven years since graduation, Sara has remained sturdy as ever, albeit with a more noticeable sense of brusqueness. It became apparent the more distant she got from her old social circle. It wasn't loyalty to her colleagues. It was loyalty to a job well done. Her investment in others is questionable, as if their problems are mere checkboxes on a to-do list rather than something she wants to help with out of genuine concern. There's a peculiar engrossment she finds in other people. She doesn't always want to 'help', in the traditional sense. Sara sees the path to victory, to the completion of a task, and she gets it done. Whether this makes her come off as scheming, or even manipulative, means little to her. "Little factoid about sharks. If they stop moving, they die." Beyond it all, in the quieter moments when there's nothing she can keep herself busy with, it flakes away. She flinches when cars go too fast past the crossings. She pales at the sight of any blood. She wrings her hands as she stares into space, lips pressed into a vacant frown. It's dangerous to be alone with her thoughts. Some time P.J's usually does the trick. Something to plug the leak for a few hours. Every night she numbs her brain. And every morning, she wakes with a grimace. |
| POWER Short range time manipulation. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Pretty straightforward stuff. By making physical contact with a target, organic or non-organic, she can ramp up the passage of time affecting it. Her maximum output currently sits around ten years per minute. Both hands must be used for this. Sara cannot de-age a target, nor can she use her ability on herself. There are severe consequences if she uses her ability too much in a short amount of time, sensations akin to sparks and spasms running up her arms until she can no longer move them at all. Thankfully, this cooldown period is temporary, but with every occurrence of this seeming longer than the last, Sara is unsure if she wants to keep testing her limits. When her ability is in use, glowing, golden circuit lines trace their way up her arms from her hands. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Restoratively, her power can be paired with her first aid knowledge to essentially amount to an insta-fix, provided the procedure is done right. ► Destructively, she has even more potential than her restorative applications. Converting milennia into a wall to completely erode it. Aging an organic being, paralysing them, forcing their cells to simultaneously decay and regenerate, until they finally turn to dust. Likely much more, if she dares to put her mind to it. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Range, in that her power has none. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► Overuse during too short of a timespan can result in her arms ending up completely paralysed. This cooldown period can last from hours to days, depending on the degree of excessive usage. ► Because Sara cannot de-age her targets (yet), her effects are permanent. ► Still has her normal, human weaknesses. Her power does not work on herself. ► The specificity of the ability can also be its handicap. Its application is limited to Sara's improvisational capacity. ► A significant mental and emotional block is in place when it comes to using her ability on living beings. The potential consequences are too serious to play around with this sort of stuff. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nickname - - ► Occupation - Influencer. ► Qualifications - - ► Residence - NYC, New York ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - - ► Tattoos - - ► Piercings - Ears. ► Style - Hanna wears all sorts of fashion because of her work, mostly for sponsorships and promotion. Privately, however, the general rule is tight for legs, loose up top, and sneakers.  ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ | LIFE AT RITMAN Being stuck in fucking nowhere for years was absolute torture for Hanna. Bizarrely obsessed with appearance, social status, and doing normal things, her focus was always anywhere besides academics. Even if being able to grasp what she had to learn, Hanna cheated more than once out of unadulterated laziness or for the sake of making some thirsty boy do her bidding. She was a member of the 'mean girls' after all. While their influence reached quite far, they were not overtly nasty to other students. Even if some kind of bullying did occur, it was mostly online and towards other girls that had either actively or passively offended the group. The term 'offended' is used extremely loosely here. It could entail just wearing the wrong shirt to school or having an absolutely pathetic follower count on Instagram. Hanna was not the worst of the bunch. There were two others in their little circle that could be considered 'mean' in that subtle, psychological way--Jennifer Elkmann and Madeleine Otten. They were definitely more overt and outspoken. Hanna was more of the silent, resting bitch-face staredown that even made the teachers uncomfortable. However, Hanna did converse with people in her classes whenever the other two were not around. She was a bit of a 'bridge' between the sociopath Queens of the school and the regular or even rejected crowd. Hanna was most likely some manner of Neutral Evil, if one would have used nerd terms. However, this tale was slightly different online. Hanna was no stranger to shit on people that did not deserve to exist on social media, specifically Instagram. It was an unhealthy obsession, which eventually turn into a lucrative business. Contrary to popular belief, Hanna only went through two relationships during the time at Ritman. The first, and most extensive, was with one of the school athletes named Jonathan Robson. A year later, during one of many house parties, Hanna cheated on Jonathan with one of the cheerleaders, Alison Helliwell. The outcome was a spectacular scene and intense drama at the party, as well as several days at school. Being who he was at heart, Jonathan tried to get them to agree to a threesome rather than being hurt or mad. This did not go down well with Hanna, and any and all relationships promptly ended. Whenever this kind of thing happened among the 'mean girls', it became the town gossip for weeks, especially in the teacher lounge. PSYCHEThe toxic attitude surrounding the 'mean girls' thing faded after graduating from Ritman. The attitude has always been there and will be there in the future to some degree, but there is no longer a Jennifer and Madeleine to fuel the fire. Hanna put all of her effort and time into the social media presence, which eventually took a good turn about a year after high school. The follower count skyrocketed, the sponsorships rolled in, and one complicated social environment was traded for another. The 'influencer' world was not unlike what Hanna had experienced in high school. It was just larger in scale, not to mention the fashion and modeling world that came creeping ever so closer. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Hanna would not consider herself spiteful, just uninterested. If she had to analyze it, which she is definitely capable of, the conclusion would most likely land in Hanna being unfulfilled or shallow. The social media thing has taken a toll on her, mentally and physically. The realization that she engages with a hostile industry that feels no remorse when taking advantage of people or abusing them has surely made Hanna more humble. She has secretly wished for a change in environment and social circle. The people that Hanna naturally attracts are often unhealthy company. They are obsessive-compulsive narcissists that take joy in character assassinations and degenerate indulgences. However, the influencer business is like any other addiction. It is difficult to get out of it even if you want to. Hanna needs an excuse, any kind of excuse, to close it all down or at least reduce the amount of clout chasing she does herself and is subjected to. Time after Ritman has made Hanna more verbal. She is quite well spoken, but there is still a clear hint of the old resting bitch-face thing where she does not say anything. Her lack of verbal filter online has spilled into the real world. She can, at times, when pressured, say things that can leave a bad taste in people's mouths. It is not always intentional, though. The real and online worlds sort of bleed together, as if Hanna was constantly on a bad trip from shitty drugs. There is a bit of derealization and depersonalization going on with her, as a result of constant dopamine drowning and presence of people that are horrific caricatures of themselves. |
| POWER Hanna can manipulate health to varying degrees. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely preventing recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as contact with Hanna is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regards to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. This ability might just be the tipping point that Hanna needed to fully change for the better. It is a way out of previously destructive behavior, especially unwillingness to change. This ability gives her a much needed excuse. She can always hide behind a statement such as "this healing thing sort of requires me to be nice", even if she would genuinely want to deep inside. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Immunity to sickness, poison, and parasites. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►For serious wounds or advanced diseases, Hanna must eventually sacrifice her own well-being as a health transfer. This will show itself as fatigue, fever, and other common symptoms of a general cold or influenza. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► Radiation and other advanced hazards cannot be healed. ► This ability cannot de-age or revive someone from the dead. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-four ► Gender - Cisgender Female. She / Her. ► Sexuality - Bisexual. ► Nickname - Genny. ► Occupation - Social Worker. ► Qualifications - BA in Social Work. ► Residence - Las Vegas, Nevada. ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Small scars littering her legs from falling and accidents. ► Tattoos - Faded inner lip tattoo that says "FUCK IT". ► Piercings - Pierced ears and healing septum piercing. ► Style - Genesis has a simple style: tight jeans, v-necks, and either her lucky leather jacket or her bomber paired with simple boots. She wears little to no makeup and her hair is up or pulled back somehow, but it's never intricately styled.  | LIFE AT RITMAN Genesis was most known for being a mess at Ritman High. She was constantly in detention, she was barely passing high school, and everyone knew about her partying habits. Videos of her circulated on YouTube, eyes dull and words slurred. The most infamous one being when she stood on top of a table, stripped her shirt off, and chugged vodka until she barfed on the high school team’s quarterback. Not many people personally liked Genesis; she burned bridges that she barely even formed and was quick to belittle others. In general, her classmates and teachers didn’t hold any expectations for Genesis to make a name for herself – or even make anything worthwhile in her life. Unlike the class clowns, Genesis never landed in detention on purpose or because she was causing a ruckus. She was never one to be snide with a teacher or quick-tempered with a classmate. For the most part, the girl spent her time by the window whispering with her friends and botching her class assignments. The screechy tone of her teachers admonishing her for intoxication was a familiar sound to her and usually accompanied a slip sending her to the office. The principal sometimes suspended her, sometimes sent her to detention, but never expelled her – he took a liking to Genesis, or maybe he thought of her as a pet project, as he always tried to steer her towards the straight and narrow. Even with his help, Genesis got through high school by the skin of her teeth. PSYCHEThank God Genesis didn’t peak in high school. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔There are just some things that don’t change from high school. Years after, Genesis is still an asocial person who tends to bring out the worst in people. Her default mode is hostile; being mean, making others feel unpleasant just by being in her company, it’s how she interacts with the world. She would rather scare people off at the get-go than have to deal with them later on. Socializing has never been her idea of fun, she avoids it like the plague. When she is socializing, she acts aloof with only cynical tidbits. Distant from others, Genesis will watch from the back of the crowd and rarely acknowledge anyone’s existence unless she absolutely needs to. Genesis is aloof, but not the cool and collected kind. Just the bitchy kind with the cynicism added on. Behaving the way she does, Genesis has developed a thick-skin and any insult just bounces off of her without a reaction. If you do manage to get more than a word out of her, you’ll see that she’s a bitter type of person. Her tongue is razor sharp and she lashes everyone she talks to with acerbic sarcasm and quick-witted remarks. Naturally a skeptic, Genesis is a hard person to conversate with. The typical truth-stretches that happen in stories will be called out by her and she’s not the type to listen to nonsense. She can give it and she can take it, but when it comes to people’s actions she can have a hot temper. You can call her whatever you want, but if you vandalize her stuff or wrong her in anyway, she’ll be up in a second asking for a fight. People grow, though. While these things haven’t change about her, Genesis has grown since high school. Her personality hit a growth spurt after she left Delton; all the positive parts of her bloomed. To see the positive sides of her, you have to look at her actions rather than her words. Honesty has always been her best policy. Not a single bone in her body is duplicitous and what she does is always genuine in nature. At her core, Genesis is a rather compassionate woman. She doesn’t like to show it, but she sympathizes with people – especially those that can’t help themselves or those around them. In time of trouble, you can rely on her and she’ll be there. That’s what she loves to do, is be there for people. The type of friend that picks you up two hours from home in the dead of night or helps a stranger with their load of groceries. There is a need to be a caretaker in her – she wants to help people, take care of them, and protect them. With her upgraded self, there comes a few bugs. After being a fuck up for most of her life, Genesis is hyper critical of everything she does and doesn’t do because she doesn’t want to let anyone down ever again. Her self-criticism is detrimental to her self-confidence and she rarely thinks highly of herself or thinks she did well. She only thinks ‘I can do better.’  |
| POWER There’s an exercise Genesis does with the kids sometimes: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔“Draw your worst fear, kid.” She has them draw their worst fear and then tell the picture that they aren’t scared of them anymore. They are free of their fear and they are safe. Genesis squints at the strange picture of a shadow figure with a black top hat drawn in black crayon. Shadow figures weren’t that uncommon, but something about kids drawing shade demons gave Genesis the heebie jeebies. They tell her about what they are scared of and why they fear them. Together, Genesis works with the child to break down their fear, rationalize it, and break it down calmly. “He’s the Hat Man, Ms. Ortega. He’s super strong and can go walk through anything like a shadow. His favorite drink is blood.” Of course, he drinks blood, Genesis thinks while rolling her eyes. Kids have quite the imagination except when it comes to the macabre, it’s all the same after that. Genesis didn’t so much as gain a power as she did gain an imaginary friend. The Hat Man haunts Genesis, a voice and being only she can hear and see. In times of struggle, though, the Hat Man can take over her body and she possesses strength she did not before. The Hat Man can travel a certain distance from her and, if having consumed enough blood, can interact with the real world. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Genesis has super strength when possessed. ► The Hat Man can be a lookout for her, hearing and seeing things just a little bit out of her range. ► The Hat Man can interact with the world, such as unlocking doors from the other side. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Once the Hat Man has possessed her body, Genesis has no control over him anymore. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► The Hat Man has to agree to help Genesis, she cannot command him. ► Only when the Hat Man is fed blood, whether it be Genesis's blood or another's, can the Hat Man interact with the world. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Male ► Sexuality - Homosexual ► Nickname - The Black Lamb ► Occupation - Office receptionist ► Qualifications - Problem-solver & eager ► Residence - Boston, Massachusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Scars (some faded) on the right wrist for a ruler used by his parent as a form of punishment. ► Tattoos - Compass tattoo on right chest. ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Androgynous. Maintains his hair short and natural color. Often wears jackets and long sleeves whenever out in public.  | LIFE AT RITMAN Growing up as the youngest of two siblings that attended the same high school and excelled forced the spotlight onto a young Lucas Watson. Teachers were more than eager to teach the youngest child of a prestige family—hell, even some of the students were intrigued. He was under a lot of pressure from his school and home life for two years with no healthy way to cope with the stress. It was a recipe for disaster that came to a head in the tenth grade. That was when Lucas Watson failed all of his AP classes in quick succession. And overnight, he became the black sheep to the teachers and students of Ritman High and a disgrace to his family and residents of Delton. Being the disappointment in the town and his family caused Lucas to isolate from the outside world. He became increasingly unconcerned about high school as he received average grades and often ditched classes to take smoking breaks. Then, towards summer break of the same year, rumors of his sexuality started spreading after some of the students found his dating profile on a popular gay dating app. His religious parents were furious and sent him away to a religious camp for that summer. Of course, that "vacation" did not help at all. On the contrary, it made Lucas more depressed and anxious than ever before. During senior year another rumor quickly spread across the school to make matters worse. "Lucas Watson is a school shooter in the making" was one of the messages shared on social media. Of course, it didn't help that Lucas began wearing long sleeves and jackets to school every day regardless of the weather. And his disregard for his wellbeing (tired eyes, cigarette smell, etc.) caused the school to interfere by having a police officer escort him to the principal's office. However, the school offered him free counseling for the remaining senior year instead of being punished. Lucas accepted their offer and found it to be surprisingly valuable despite his parents being against the idea. Regardless, the counseling made such that Lucas received his diploma along with his fellow classmates. After graduation, many students and teachers assumed that Lucas would remain in Delton with his parents. That all changed when he was last seen standing alone at the bus station with a suitcase in one hand and another holding an envelope—emotionless. He departed for Massachusetts, and nobody heard from him until his sudden arrival in town years later for the class reunion event. PSYCHEDespite being a target of ridicule for fellow students, Lucas always liked being around people and wanted to have an active social life. He considered some to be friends before he isolated himself in the tenth grade. Being a loner in his school and home was already hard enough on a teenage boy dealing with hormones. Counseling was a huge help to someone like Lucas, whose well-being significantly improved during senior year. Being kicked out and leaving Delton temporarily worsened his mental state. But, Boston was what he needed to truly be his better self with a stable work environment and a welcoming climate. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔One significant problem Lucas still struggled with was his clinginess on relationships—romantically and platonically. He rarely received genuine attention and love from others, resulting in him clutching onto moments whenever he did. Moving out of Delton and seeing a therapist certainly addressed the clinginess but did not outright resolve it. Yet, it also highlighted another issue. Lucas became afraid of opening up, given how much emotional baggage there was to unwrap upon his friends and significant other. He wanted to resolve it for good, and going back to Delton was the only option on the table supported by his therapist. |
| POWER Shapeshifting is thought to be nothing more than fiction—used as a literary device for books and superhero movies. That was until Lucas inherited such supernatural ability. However, his power isn't precisely shapeshifting and instead a form known as metamorphosis or metamorph for short. It means that the subject can alter one's own physical appearance to match another with ease, much like Camilo Madrigal, Mystique, and Double Trouble to name a few metamorphers. And like them, Lucas can also mimic a person's voice, appearance, and personality to near perfection. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔But it all comes at a cost. Every usage of said powers is slowly but surely, purging the mind and its memories. The outcome will be a total cleanse of Lucas Watson and his personality replaced by a husk waiting to shift into the next person or worst. And all of this will occur without Lucas' knowledge or if he were to discover the fatal flaw, treatment. The world might witness the possible next evolutionary step for humanity or something else entirely unexplainable. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Lucas's powers grant him the ability to impersonate someone to perfection upon cogitation. As a result, he can easily shift into any gender, age, and appearance with ease. ► In addition, Lucas can easily mimic a person's personality, manners, speech, and expressions without much doubt upon unsuspected individuals. ► Lucas can also transfer into any clothing, tattoo, piercing, and scaring instantly. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Lucas' powers do not grant him the target's powers, nor does his shapeshifted appearance last more than a week. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► In addition, Lucas' form will disintegrate whenever he's unconscious, turning back to his original self. Subsequently, he can get overwhelmed if he's focused on multiple people. ► Usage of said powers can result in Lucas' skin turning into a bluish-gray color. Any more use will eventually lead to his mind being erased. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - twenty-five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nickname - Frey, Faye ► Occupation - Junior Creative Director ► Qualifications - 1st runner-up at Miss New York Pageant, graduated summa cum laude at NYU ► Residence - New York, NY ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - A small one down her wrist, shaped like an umbrella's handle, that has since been covered by her tattoo ► Tattoos - Freya has a small tattoo of an outlined paper crane on her wrist, hiding her old scar ► Piercings - Just ears ► Style - Freya has a keen eye for fashion and the funds to purchase it. Although she often chooses to splurge on designer brands, she has no problem putting together stylish outfits from thrift store buys. Recently, she's been into two-piece ensembles and crochet tops. She takes extra time to style her hair only during special events or gatherings, opting for a natural wavy look on a day-to-day basis.  | LIFE AT RITMAN Have you heard about the freshman who threw a yacht party that the police shut down? Or the sophomore whose father was sent to jail for embezzlement? How about the junior who was allegedly in a relationship with one of her teachers? Freya's reputation in Ritman High seemed as though it had a life of its own, growing beyond her control as the rumor mill churned out endless claims about her life, her family, and her relationships. Within the year they relocated from New York to Delton, her family had become a frequent source of gossip and scandal in the otherwise peaceful town. Not that she was blameless in all this; Freya, caring little about what people thought, neither confirmed nor denied any of the rumors' validity, which only served to exacerbate their wildfire spread. For the most part, Freya had simply allowed herself to be swept away by the tempestuous tide of high school life. It didn't matter to her what she did or with whom, so long as she would be surrounded by people that can distract from the much more turbulent deluge that was her home life. Turned out that the popular clique was easiest to breach and preserve—wealth impressed them, simple as that. Freya let them throw as many parties as they wanted in her family's pseudo-mansion and that was more than enough to hold together their brittle friendship, if it can be called that. Even with her increasingly bad reputation, she was never directly ostracized by her chosen circle, although she supposed they all talked about her behind her back anyway. The number of students who knew truth from rumor remained the small handful that she truly considered friends. Although she often hung around her elitist clique for the mindless distraction, she shared more intimate moments with unlikely friends, finding solace in their pointed lack of interest in her supposed scandals. One of her biggest regrets has been not keeping in touch with them. When she had to suddenly move back to New York, her mother had forbidden her to contact anyone outside the family. They packed their things and left within a day, just a week before her graduation. PSYCHEINTJ. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔With her signature wry smile and calculating gaze, it would seem as though nothing fazes Freya. Not the rumors that trailed her around most of her life, nor the insurmountable expectations her mother demanded of her. Instead, she is flippant when put under pressure, seemingly in control of whatever situation she's in, even when she's very clearly out of her element. Freya will pursue any and all endeavors as though there is a 100% success rate. And if she fails, well, then she'll just make it seem like she did it on purpose. Her poise is often misconstrued as the cocksureness of someone too young and privileged to have known any hardships, and while there is some truth to that sentiment, it isn't entirely accurate. The trick Freya learned at a very early age—had to learn lest she succumb to the toxicity surrounding her—was to drown out the noise and let her inner voice ring loudest. If she seems entirely self-assured, it's because she tells herself that she is and ignores everyone else telling her otherwise. Freya had been so afraid of getting hurt that she erected wall after wall around her, keeping any detractors from getting close. Unfortunately, without realizing, she had not only shut out the bad, but the good as well. She distanced herself from her friends and family, even her true self—she had put on this self-assured, blasé persona for so long that she's worried her world will come crumbling down if she sheds it. The truth is, beneath all the pretense is a bleeding heart that gets attached too quickly and too deeply. Nothing scares Freya more than baring her soul, because she knows that if she lets someone in, there is no questioning her devotion. She will kill for you, die for you, tear herself apart for you. |
| POWER Almost like the world is conspiring against her, Freya has gained the power of telepathy. Generally speaking, she can project, read, and manipulate the thoughts of anyone within a certain range. This ability has many applications, most of which require her utmost focus or she runs the risk of getting overloaded. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Its easiest and most straightforward use is to send or receive the thoughts (and sometimes emotions) of those around her. This is not limited to a single target, and in fact, more focus and effort are required to single out an individual's thoughts. With enough practice, Freya can tune this so she can also share the senses one mind is experiencing with herself or someone else. Manipulating thoughts is vastly more difficult and takes a toll on her physically and mentally. With a lot of strain and concentration, Freya can induce hallucinations into a single target's mind. It lasts for as long as she can withstand the headache it causes, or until her concentration is broken. There are limits to what she can project—mainly, it has to be something she can clearly envision herself—and these hallucinations' effects are entirely dependent on how the target handles them. Lastly, Freya can also implant suggestions or commands in the mind of others, although doing so is even more demanding to her body. It doesn't work like regular mind control, where she simply wills someone to perform an action and they succumb to it, at least not yet. It's more like having a mini-Freya standing on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, coaxing you to do her a favor. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Can provide secure and reliable long-distance communication. ► Getting in the head of her opponent can be incredibly advantageous, provided she has the means to utilize the knowledge she obtains. Works best in tandem with others, where she can supplement their abilities with precious intel. ► Messing with an aggressor's mind can lead to clouded judgment, lowered composure, or distraction, generally leaving them in a debilitated state. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Perhaps the biggest drawback from her ability is that the switch starts on, so to speak. Freya has to actively stop from listening in, and still needs to learn how to ignore or silence the voices. If she's surrounded by too many people, their thoughts could overwhelm and incapacitate her. If even a single person has very strong convictions, their thoughts come across as loud, unwavering yells. The more intense the thought, the louder it is. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔In addition to the toll exerted on mind and body, thought manipulation also demands absolute focus. Even the slightest distraction can unravel a hallucination or a suggestion. And obviously, Freya has no means of physical defense. She's as strong as your average twenty-something-year old. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Cis-male ► Sexuality - Heterosexual ► Nickname - Ben, Mr. Moore ► Occupation - Floormanager of security at a club ► Qualifications - Ritman Highschool diploma ► Residence - Portland, MA ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Small, barely noticeable scars on the face. Larger scars over his body -- none too interesting or remarkable besides their quantity. His nose is noticeably bent in the middle; broken at one point. ► Tattoos - N/A ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Benjamin leans towards black clothing, such as black t-shirts, sweaters and turtlenecks, black dress pants and/or jeans, and smart-casual styles of shoes. He wears a variety of jackets, but the most common is a black felt jacket with a high collar.  | LIFE AT RITMAN Benjamin's reputation was that of an average guy; he came to school, hung out with his own friend group, and mostly stuck to those he knew. He avoided the limelight, in a casual type of way, without making a target of himself. For this reason, he was probably not very memorable; just another kid in school. There were occasional rumors that Benjamin's father was some important guy to the nightlife in Portland, and when asked about it, Benjamin always replied that his father was someone who took care of the trash. Most people took this to mean that he was a bouncer or something to that effect. The truth was always deceiving. Academically, the description that best fit Benjamin was ''uninterested.'' He was not an under- or overachiever, but nobody in his home life ever really expected him to be. They merely expected him to get through the school program with as few hiccups as possible, and not much more. To his peers, this likely translated as him just sort of being there; he wasn't dumb or smart, but somewhere firmly in the middle, and he didn't participate when he didn't have to. He also didn't fit the jock stereotype -- sports didn't interest him nor did the social community surrounding it. Attending a high school football game was an outing for him to be with his friends and get up to some minor trouble -- not a way to show off his athletic prowess or interest. PSYCHEBenjamin is a generally hard-to-know person. He is stand-offish, and is quick to throw up a wall around himself while masquerading as someone who is ''just introverted.'' He carries himself professionally, and is very precise in his social interactions; it is easy to see that he picks his words deliberately and carefully. That is not to say he is incapable of explosions; more so that when it matters, he has the control not to explode. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔His personality has most definitely ''cost'' him. In professional circles, especially with his true profession, it has helped him. Socially, however, he has few friends besides those that remained with him after high school or the associates of his father. But on a personal level it has affected his mental status greatly; he is isolated and removed from most social forms of contact. His true profession has him sworn to secrecy and his status as the son of a somewhat important criminal figure in Portland has left him in the shadow of a giant, the expectation being that one day he takes over from his father of course. His lack of friendships or personal relationships have worsened his existing anti-social behaviors, which provides a direct antithesis to his incredible desire for social contacts.  |
| POWER Benjamin possesses the power of indoctrination. Those who are near him will find themselves inexplicably attracted to Benjamin (platonically) and begin to see him as a great person, someone who is incapable of doing evil or bad things. They begin to like him more as a person, and want to spend more time with him. The longer they spend with him, the more prone they become to his suggestion, eventually to the point where anything he says is taken as a fact no matter what. He could tell someone that the sky is green and the grass is purple, and they'd not only believe it, but preach it to others, and get a negative view of those who go against this new wisdom. There's no physical manifestation of this power nor is this something that is controlled. It simply happens passively, with or without Benjamin's wishes for it to be so. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔It could easily be argued that this power is a direct manifestation of Benjamin's desire for friendships and social contacts, let alone people that agree with his every word and want nothing more than to spend eternity with him. How or why this power manifested like this is a mystery to everyone, including Benjamin. In a way, even the lack of control he has over the power is easily attributed to the lack of control he feels in his own life; nobody ever asked him what he wanted to do, they all just assumed he'd follow in his fathers footsteps. All he needed was the power to do so. And with this new power, surely he'll dwarf his fathers footsteps. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► The indoctrination is very hard to notice until it's too late; indoctrinated people do not behave any different from normal aside from a very sudden approval of Benjamin. ► Given enough time and proximity, the effects can be very strong. A cashier at a store he visits just once will probably not feel the effects strong enough to change her behavior much more than offering him a smile where they're otherwise grim. But someone who spends long times close to Benjamin would, in a literal sense, die for him. ► The ability to indirectly steer people's behaviors is not the same as mind control; where mind control overrides the victim's will with that of the user and requires direct control, indoctrination takes a more subtle approach that allows the user to utilize the victim's strengths, knowledge and personality. They are still able to act independently and make their own informed choices. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Not everyone can be indoctrinated. Those with a strong enough mental resistance are able to resist the indoctrination completely. Should this ever change and their resistance weakens, they may begin to feel the effects, of course, but the inverse applies as well. Furthermore, long(er) periods of being away from Benjamin will also slowly wear down the effects of indoctrination, and leave the victims confused (but cognizant) on the situation. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► The fact that indoctrination is not the same as mind control means that the indoctrinated people are not thralls; they retain a modicum of free will and while the power of suggestion is very strong in the late stages of indoctrination, it is merely limited to suggestion/orders and not direct control. ► The power is very subtle and passive, and as a result cannot be summoned at will to help in a situation. The fact that the power does not grant the user any specific powers himself also means that, in certain scenario's, he may be left defenseless. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Male ► Sexuality - "Heterosexual", (still) Closeted ► Nickname - Con ► Occupation - Coach / PE Teacher ► Qualifications - Bachelor's in Physical Education ► Residence - Delton, Maine ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - White dot on his left foot; nailgun accident ► Tattoos - N/A ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Nike. Puma. Adidas. Reebok. Sports shorts and sweatpants, sneakers and sandals, caps and headbands, sunshades and reading glasses, funny shirts from the mall and plain shirts from Walmart, Ritman shirts and Ritman tanktops, the high schooler who hardly grew up, the generic townie athlete who settled and never left.  | LIFE AT RITMAN Per his parents' request, Connor Sangster dedicated himself to Ritman High having spent all his time on fitness, baseball, wrestling, football, and track and field. In return for his active involvement, Connor got an allowance. His bedroom was decked with everything Ritman. Banners, posters, hoodies. He was one of those enthusiastic screamers in the crowd or while on the field. Then he would look at his parents. He would see they were either distracted with their phones or staring straight at him, clapping and shouting "Good job Connor!" His father Christopher was once military now a best-selling novelist and was frequently away on tours. His mother Sonya was a lawyer and was frequently away to meetings. Making eye contact with them were better than home runs and touchdowns if in his parents' eyes he found love and making eye contact with them however was worse than losing a game booed by everyone at Ritman if in his parents' eyes he found disappointment. He was mischievous and irritable during school years, subtly bullying classmates and teachers with sarcasm that landed him in trouble, making him realize he wasn't the class clown he had thought he was. Despite that, Connor was always polite to other people. He was in a much better mood when school was soon over and by that time summer, his favorite season, was rapidly approaching. Sure enough people at Ritman liked him best when it was summer, and they often told him so. He treated Ritman like a home, their gym and fields as if his yard or playground. He stayed on campus long past sundown, broken in sweat, pushing himself to his limits to do more than before. He put himself out there to support his teammates. He stayed over their houses some weekends. Other parents joked, asking if he had a home and parents he should be getting back to. He laughed before he returned to an empty, silent house. He would be on computers and video games all night. Energy drink cans occupied his desk. Constantly fell asleep in algebra and english and woke up being told to leave the room. Although he was fascinated and engaged in history class, with all the horrors that humans committed and documented. How the world did or didn't change. Repeatedly frustrated with feeling stupid and unskilled in chemistry and art. He tried to write a book like his dad, and to handle law like his mom. Neither panned out. He found that he was far too sensitive to pressure and conflict, that he would rather his life be simpler and flow easily. He never missed Sunday church with his parents who focused all of their attention on the sermons. Connor aspired to become prom king, and for laughs, he took part in school plays. In the yearbook he was quoted that he would "get a boat and live off the lake", but this never happened. He took nightly car rides with friends, cruising streets and highways with windows down and dreampop music blaring. And he sniffed in deeply the worldly wind and thought it a life-changing experience. Until one summer, he got into a terrifying car accident. No one died but the night cruises stopped after that. After his growth spurt and walking tall, Connor was never left alone. A girlfriend snagged his arm soon before a fight and waterworks before the loud breakup (this inspired his parents around a corner to play a betting game, eavesdropping, bickering, and shushing) and the next day there was already a new girl on his arm. A scarf, his parents would cackle. He was never really heartbroken by a girl but come senior year, Connor secretly crushed on his winning-combo teammate and wild partier best friend, a boy who after graduation he may never see again. In small signs, his parents Christopher and Sonya learned of this secret, decided that this new affection was unhealthy, and told Connor he cannot be gay. Outraged, Connor yelled insisting he was not gay. Connor was then allowed to follow his best friend to a local community college and (miserably) came back to Delton with a degree and a wife Karen. His parents couldn't have been more happier ... for him. PSYCHEESFJ; Gemini; only child; millennial born May 25, 1997. Tries to be a little of this, a little of that, to be adaptable, versatile, and potentially well-liked. Look in a dictionary and locate Connor Shaw Sangster and you'd find its definition: a hypocrite, a walking contradiction, a paradox, a chimera, an amalgamation. Curious, investigative, and yet wants to be free to change his mind. Doesn't like to be wrong or pinned to a label (which confuses people because he brands himself all the time). He has a penchant for adjectives and adverbs. He enjoys sports analogies and tasting beer hops. Quick to make friends with strangers but also quick to disappear and to flake. People-pleasing, caregiving, great listener. Being the son of a man who fought in a war, Connor wants to help and serve while at home. Vulnerable to criticism. Sometimes worried about social status and reputation. Uncertainty, isolation, or being publicly outed and shamed are triggers to anxiety. He is plagued with conditional love, fake love, and the facades of relationship and marriage. He is the perfect husband even though it leaves him exhausted and feeling stuck in someone else's story. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Talking is a way to feel fulfilled. Communicating has become a ritual, a sacred exchange of information that influences the futures of himself and those around him. He goes to therapy but he can't help it, he lies. He hides his secrets and confuses and gaslights his therapist. He says one thing but may mean another. Ask Connor his favorite spot in town, and you'll get a different answer each time. Creative, savvy, and sassy with words and storytelling. He unconsciously tries to leave a feel-good impression, that his presence equates to a good time. Connor must be on the move and multi-task or else he will feel stagnant and irresponsible. As a coach and PE teacher, he ensures that each kid understands the importance of their health, diet, exercise, and staying relaxed and limber. When not at work Connor is surprisingly hard to get ahold of, and his phone calls and texts are brief. Always up for going out with friends for drinks or dinner but sometimes is a no-show. His wife Karen is concerned at times because she is usually the only one who sees Connor's bipolar tendencies and she tries to compensate for it by getting him to talk to her. He talks to her about boating at the lake and how the old school is being demolished. Karen suspects he's hiding something because these two topics can't surely be weighing that heavily on his mind. |
| POWER Connor possesses the power of ultra endurance—he can "never" tire nor does he feel the need to sleep. He thus rarely dreams. He keeps at tasks for days. While he feels a burn in his exerted muscles, it is mild, pleasurable, and addicting. He'd win a wood-chopping race without breaking a sweat if asked. He'd stand on one foot holding a jar of water and outlast anyone who tried him. He can run for miles without his body screaming at him to stop. However, this comes with a cost. If he does not rest in three days, the more nauseous and manic he becomes. If he does not rest in five days, the fugue episodes start and he wakes up in random places without the memory of how he got there. Everyone else around him will fade and diminish in energy, drifting off to sit or to sleep, while he remembers to join them. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Virtually "unlimited" energy and effort at a task. ► Goes without sleep for a few days with virtually "no penalty". ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Still must consistently eat a healthy diet and drink water. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► Still mortal, he can still age, be destroyed, or be slain. Still needs warmth, shelter, and great care that he does not injure himself. ► Still needs oxygen, even if he holds his breath longer underwater, he'd still pass out. ► Gets nausea, mania, and fugue episodes if he does not rest in time. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-Five ► Gender - Male(Cis) ► Sexuality - Pansexual ► Nickname - Billy ► Occupation - Goddamned Rockstar ► Qualifications - High school diploma. He can play the guitar, piano, and cello. Does that count? ► Residence - Seattle, Washington ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - A dog bite right on his butt, from mooning the neighbor's yorkie. ► Tattoos - Oddly enough, none ► Piercings - None ► Style - His clothes tend on the expensive side, even when they don't look it, and he usually dresses in layers, to allow for multiple pieces in any given "look." During the day, sunglasses are ever present. Most outfits are form-fitting, skinny jeans are common. Likes various colored v-necks, or else button down shirts with crowded, busy patterns(flowers and plants are common, but so are occult symbols or text).  | LIFE AT RITMAN A middle school band geek, Billy had to defy his parents pretty hard to drop the cello. He compromised by joining the musical theater program. He was already in the choir at church, so he had a good voice, which only improved under the vocal coaching he received at Ritman. By sophomore year, he was already an ever present star of shows the school put on. Billy found that he liked the spotlight, and wanted to take it with him. He became sort of a class clown, though his jests were typically good natured. He wasn't the highest performer academically, but he was well liked. Billy was friendly, and had the odd quirk of remembering everyone's name, regardless of how often he interacted with them. He was the sort to drag more introverted people into the center of attention, thinking they would want to be there too(even when he was wrong). PSYCHEBilly is the sort of person who can charm even as he annoys; he makes it endearing. He considers himself larger than life, and sometimes even manages to fit that description. A gregarious person by nature, he likes, and tends to be liked by, crowds, particularly those of the drunk variety. He is a people-pleaser, and though this often leads to altruism and even true compassion, the root of that desire is in the quest for attention. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔He has an addictive personality, and likes to share his vices. He can be a bad influence, but he's usually generous, and if you stick by him, he won't let you down. Billy's current persona is the logical evolution of who he was in high school, the most surprising part of him is how successful he managed to become. |
| POWER Kinetic Theft. Billy absorbs the kinetic energy of anything(and everything) that touches him. The energy is stored, and can be released at will from his body. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔There isn’t a specific limit on how much energy he can store or release, but there is on how much he can absorb at a time. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ►He is extremely resistant to anything based on kinetic energy. ► The energy he emits can become quite powerful, depending on how much he has absorbed. ► He is always absorbing energy passively, so he will never run completely out. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►Billy creates an enormous drag on any vehicle that tries to carry him as his power sucks up the force of acceleration. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► He cannot turn the power off, and no longer feels touch or pressure from most sources. ► He can't play guitar normally anymore. His power absorbs the vibration of any string he has his fingers on. |
