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Name: Jiro Tadashi Rohan
Superhero Name: ???
Age: 19
Birthday: ???
Birth Place: Japan
Pronouns: He/Him
Gender: Male
Species: Human... Mostly
Recommender: ???
Languages: English, Japanese

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 178lbs
Build: Thin
Eyes: Inhumanly black
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lots of scars on his hands and fingers, some around his chest.
Personal Style: Rohan always dresses for the outdoors, keeping several layers on himself at all times. He prefers muted colors such as brown and grey, with the occasional splash of green or white thrown in, and is generally pretty low maintenance about his aesthetic. He usually puts on a light t-shirt first, then a thicker sweater, and then some kind of jacket on top of that before he considers himself dressed enough to walk out the front door. Rohan likes having plenty of pockets for tools or his magic items, but he also just gets cold easily.

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Creative * Jumpy * Calculated * Dejected * Thoughtful * Exhausted

Sexuality: Rohan hasn't had the chance to stop and ask himself this kind of question, so he has no idea.
Relationship Status: Single
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Rohan is like an old man in the body of a 19 year old, always giving off perpetually tired vibes and seemingly never smiling no matter the mood. He often speaks about things as if he’s the wise old master every protagonist learns from, and seems to know things that he shouldn’t. There’s always something fundamentally off about Rohan, but he never acts like it. He doesn’t cower in fear when it makes sense to, he isn’t furious when he should be. His mood is almost always calm and subdued.

But just as an animal can show nothing and be dangerous, so too can Rohan’s demeanor hide something mean. He subconsciously avoids making a sound when he walks, and is always paying attention to where things are or what someone’s body language is conveying. Little things like these are always on Rohan’s mind, and though it might be exhausting to think about for someone else, he doesn’t actually realize he’s doing any of this. It’s just natural to him. Around friends, it’s somewhat harder to notice this guarded behavior of his. But that’s mainly because being around people is something he makes sure to separate from his contentions to nature. Whenever he takes a walk into the forests, Rohan tries not to tell many people if he can get away with it. And when they do decide to follow him, he’ll stop and tell them to stay put. He does not ever tell anyone why, exactly, but it’s for their own safety, something he isn’t willing to explain to anyone currently.

There's something wrong with him that he won't worry others with. Year after year, the abstract lines between a person's humanity and the natural world blurs a little bit more for Rohan, and that line was already shot to hell once. It's why he stopped using the name Jiro before get found Strange Academy, he is a different creature than those days. He doesn't feel like a complete person anymore, and he's losing what he has left of that identity.

Habits:

• Staring at trees
• Watching the sun go down
• Standing completely still in the middle of the rain, unbeholden to the world of man.
• Hoarding useful tools

Hobbies:

• Woodcarving
• Camping

Fears:

• Getting lost in the woods
• Getting trapped in a fire
• Succumbing to the curse

Likes:

• Coffee
• Early mornings
• Nature
• Hiking
• Quiet

Dislikes: At least 6

• Sudden noises
• Forest fires
• Natural disasters
• Supernatural creatures
• Deforestation
• Violence

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Powers:

• Namiki's Curse: Once upon a time, a curse was laid on Rohan by an evil, twisted monster of nature. He is now one with nature in a way most struggle to comprehend. Trees whisper his name, flowers subtly bend to be closer to him, and he sometimes finds moss stuck on his skin. This curse may one day leave nothing left of him, but Rohan has found ways to exploit this that qualify as sorcery.
  
  • Arboreal Artifacts: In the same way a mundane carpenter can turn planks of wood into a birdhouse, or carve a statue of an animal, Rohan can turn a supply of wood into magical objects, making him a kind of artificer who emphasizes natural materials. The methods by which he does this are sometimes hazy even to him, but what they do is often linked to what they are. He always keeps at least one or two of his creations with him, in case he needs to use them.
  • Renewal: Rohan's body has slowly begun to shift from flesh and bone to wood and bark. If one were to look closely, they'd see a distinct lack of warmth in his skin, and without a shirt, he looks like someone replaced his heart and lungs with a tree trunk. If he is badly injured, he can simply bask in the sun or the rain for a few hours to heal broken bones or something less life-threatening.
  • Eternal Prey: Rohan was inflicted with a sort of karmic punishment for what he did to Namiki. Whenever he walks into a place where nature reins, such as an abandoned town reclaimed by vines and moss or a deep forest, the things that live within will turn their gaze upon him and try to take him. It usually starts off small, with flowers whispering Rohan’s name or birds going quiet as he approaches. But in an hour, he’ll turn his back and trees will move and look like they were always in their new position. Animals that are otherwise skittish will stare at him like he’s their next meal, and worse things will show up before long.

General World Skills: Limit 6. These are your general, non-combat skills. Think things like painting, knowledge of chemistry, perception, fashion sense, deduction, baking, medical know how, and so forth...

• Outdoor navigation
• Survival
• First aid
• Tracking
• Hiding
• Magic item construction

Combat Skills: Limit 4 to begin with. I'd recommend 1 for freshmen, 2 for sophomores, 3 for juniors, and 4 for seniors, but use your best judgment - Keep things realistic! Keep in mind the age of your characters when filling this section. Most will probably still be learning how to use their powers in a fight.

• Ranged combat
• Knife fighting
• Sneak attacks

Coursework:

• Traditional - put down 4 class suggestions
  • 1 -
  • 2 -
  • 3-
  • 4 -
• Sorcery - put down 4 class suggestions
  • 1- Magic Artifact Handling
  • 2- Cryptozoology
  • 3- Magical Plants
  • 4-

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Supernaturally-induced seasonal insomnia during spring, summer and autumn.
• Supernaturally-induced seasonal hypersomnia during winter.
• Petrified wood growing out of his skin. Mainly around his heart.
• Rohan doesn't bleed. He has a brown, viscous sap in his veins instead of blood.

Possessions: Limited to 10 spots. This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions. For items kept in the dorm, put a *. Students are allowed pets.

• Backpack - Multitool, pocket knife, coffee thermos, copy of Curses and Hexes 101

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Family: List out their family members, immediate family is required, extended family is optional

• N/A

How did you discover your powers: Rohan trespassed into a place where no human being was meant to tread. Despite warning after warning, sign after sign, he went further and further. In a place where humanity is effectively alien, he met a monster older than the Earth known today, unhindered by modern gods, irreverent of the mystical might of mankind, and indifferent to the two-legged things walking the planet. Every leaf of the forest, every blade of grass, the trees he walked past all breathed in the air an exhaled hate and mockery in Rohan's wake.

So he burnt it all to ash.

General History: Once upon a time, there was a kid named Jiro Tadashi. He lived in the countryside of Japan where people were superstitious to a fault, and for good reason. Just over a hill and down a long road, their town led into a place they called the Forest of Ghosts. From a young age as a kid, they always told him to never cross the hill, and that if he really had to for some reason, to only ever do so at midday. Not morning, not evening. Only when the sun was highest over his head.

The elders of his village told Jiro that if he ever walked into those woods, no one would look for him. They’d just assume he was dead.

One day, he started hearing whispers and odd noises past the hill, and so the young boy snuck out in the middle of the night. He went into the Forest of Ghosts. He set foot in a place where none should go, and the second he turned around, he was lost. The forest had him, and those odd whispers became a laughter.

A rabbit ran along the forest floor and stopped to stand on its back legs, and it stared at Jiro. Flowers bent themselves into crooked shapes to slow him down. Moss crept closer when he wasn’t looking, and every time he stopped to get his bearings, he could’ve sworn the trees were moving to follow him.

That was when he realized his mistake. And it was too late.

The longer he stayed in that place, the worse it got. In an hour, there were eyes forming out of the bark in the trees, and corpses started to emerge out of the forest floor to mock his decisions. Jiro walked for what felt like literal weeks, never finding the edge of that place, but always finding something else. He always found something more to walk through and hide in, no matter how far he walked. The place defied logic, it was Cursed and as far from natural as one could understand. The Forest of Ghosts seemed to be normal from the outside, but once you were in there, it was a whole other world. You could walk into a valley of beautiful flowers, and the second you touched one, they would grab you and drag you down beneath a mile of dirt. Even the animals that were otherwise prey watched Jiro with the intent to kill him, whispering and stalking him at every opportunity.

Running for his life for so long that time stopped mattering, always looking over his shoulders to keep an eye on how much the trees moved and watching every last crease in the bark in case eyes started growing out of them changed the boy. There came a point when he started thing like a prey animal more than he did a human being. He never slept more than minutes at a time, always moving again the moment he heard Namiki whispering on the winds. Jiro eventually got good at living like this. He carried rocks and broke them into the shapes of spearheads, using them to gut the rabbits that smiled rictus grins at him. He gouged out the eyes in the grass, and bled them dry when he didn't trust river water to be just water. Jiro packed his wounds full of moss that cackled quiet as a whisper when he wasn't looking, and tore out the throats of deer that tried to eat him alive, with nothing but his teeth.

In time, he found his way to the very heart of the forest, following the whispers that made the birds go quiet. The woods got so deep that a cloudless midday sun couldn't light the ground up. With a torch made of twine and dead leaves, Jiro walked in and found the monster that had perverted this place. Namiki, the dead thing buried here in times when all humanity had to defend themselves were swords and spears. A monster in the form of a tree, gaunt limbs, a face hewn out of bark and mired with lichen.

The one thing it couldn't control in this forest was fire, so Namiki burned. And Jiro ran as he had run so many times since coming here. The fire spread in ways it shouldn't, turning the sky to grey and twisting over every rock and river running through the Forest of Ghosts. When the smoke became so thick that there was no more air to breathe, no matter how hard the boy ran, Jiro was swallowed up by it. It got inside his lungs and down into his soul and wouldn't leave. It seeped into skin and left a void behind that life would spring from.

He felt the last gasp of the flowers.

He heard the screams coming from every root and blade of grass.

He saw the falling tears of the leaves that would never feel the sun again.

But when smoke finally clears and there is nothing but ash left to kiss the ground, new life forms. Something foundational to the human soul was left behind in that place.

And Rohan walked away.

Proposed Arc:

• The Axe Forgets: When Rohan killed Namiki, the curse on the Forest of Ghosts was lifted. But now it twists his soul more and more with every passing year. One day, he'll be more a monster of wood and sap than human, if he even recognizes the world around him anymore. There will be nothing left of what he is now, he will become the wind that sings to the moss, and the grass that takes the dead from the Earth.
  
  There's no telling whether it'll speed up one day, or kill him tomorrow.
• Namiki's Last Laugh: The more sinister side of Rohan's curse is that he's a trespasser whenever he sets foot in the woods. The trees follow him, he gets stalked by even the most harmless animals. He's always been good at outrunning these things, even when Rohan's walking in the woods to pass the time. But the dead horror that infected him only has to be lucky once. They already took some of his humanity away once, and they'll gladly take the rest when they catch him. But first, they must catch him.

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Character Quote: "I'll figure it out. I always do."
Theme Song: Lord Huron: Meet Me in the Woods
Anything Else: ~Read the rules to know what to put here ;) ~
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Full Name: Celeste Mayfield
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 15
Birthday: August 9th, 2028
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 138lbs
Gender: Transgender Female
Sexuality: Lol, lmao
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Dyed white
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Build: Skinny as fuck
Origin: Mutant
Team: New Mutants
Base: Jean Grey School for Higher Learning
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Hobbies: Traveling, flying, seeing new places, doodling,

History
One year ago, there was a sudden and unusually strong storm that formed in the clouds above California. It threatened the cities and roads below with several hundred mile-per-hour winds that could have leveled a place as big as San Francisco, and yet the wind never touched the ground. It was like a tornado had formed right over the heads of thousands, and then, all at once, the sky split back open. Clouds were flung in every direction away from that location, buildings trembled, and the occasional window was shattered in the aftermath. The only remnant was an echo of a thunderous bang, not unlike a thunderclap, echoing off the skyscrapers and rocky shores of the state.

The most significant damage done by this phenomenon was the complete leveling of a singular house. There were two bodies recovered, a man and a woman who were parents to a kid that was never found. It isn’t hard to connect the dots between that odd incident and Celeste’s powers.

After that day, there had been the occasional police report of a teenager slipping between buildings and hurling herself into the sky. Allegedly a mutant, the reports are never terribly consistent, since Celeste was smart enough to hide her face from cameras. Every now and then, someone out in the Midwest, or on the east coast of America would hear about a noise complaint out in abandoned train yards, where the noise sounded like intense wind. Whenever someone would investigate, there was often fresh evidence of Celeste camping out in the boxcars and moving on before anyone could run into them.

Nobody was going to go looking for the common link in all of these cases, since they’re so sparse and removed from each other that by the time someone catches on that there’s a mutant hanging around, Celeste is long gone. She’s spent the last year or so just drifting from place to place since her family was killed. And the funny thing is, she’s happy like this. Sleeping in rusty trains, flying across entire states and seeing the country like she does was has been so much more fun than what she had back home. And what she had back home was nothing.

Celeste has been through most of the country, soaring around and minding her own business for all of that time. She has stories to tell about getting shot at when she flew over controlled airspace, and even about the time she almost accidentally slipped out of the planet’s atmosphere.

Personality

Fears (list 2-3 fears your character has):

Traits

• X-Gene
• Signature Attack (Aeromancy)

Tags

• Hounded
• Young
• Secret Identity

Basic Powers:

• Flight 1: Celeste uses the air to propel herself at the speed of a bird.
  • Prerequisites: None

• Flight 2: Celeste uses the air to propel herself at the speed of a jet.
  • Prerequisites: Flight 1

Elemental Control (Air):

• Special Effects triggered by a fantastic success -
  • Air: The target is knocked prone for one round (1 space of move to get up).

• Elemental Blast (Air): Celeste compresses air into a sphere.
  • Prerequisites: None
  • Action: Standard
  • Duration: Instant
  • Range: 10 Spaces
  • Effect: Celeste makes a ranged attack against an enemy in line of sight. If the attack is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a fantastic success, the enemy takes double damage instead and the elemental type's special effect.

• Elemental Burst (Air): Celeste compresses air into a shotgun blast.
  • Prerequisites: None
  • Action: Standard
  • Duration: Instant
  • Range: 10 Spaces
  • Effect: Celeste makes a ranged attack against an enemy in line of sight. If the attack is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a fantastic success, the enemy takes double damage instead and the elemental type's special effect.

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Name: Stormy Jasper Carson
Alias N/A
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 18
Birthday: Fuck dude idk. 18 years ago.
Birth Place: Oregon
Species: Human

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195lbs
Build: Strong
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Minimum 1 paragraph telling us how the character prefers to dress

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Brave * Stubborn * Reliable * Distant * Wise * Brash

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Habits: At least 2
Hobbies: At least 1
Fears:

• Going home
• Being the reason someone dies
• Drunk people

Likes: At least 6

• History
• Books
• Boxing

Dislikes: At least 6

• Assholes
• Violence
• Alchohol

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Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Fistfights
• History Knowledge

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

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The Lore: Some people discover their knack for sorcery through their bloodline. Others discover it as part of some tragic story from which they walk away as a different person. A rare few even find some magic artifact or enter the world of magic willingly. Stormy discovered his capacity for magic when an empty glass bottle was hurled at him for the thousandth time. In a depressing house with two depressing people, Stormy's dad had a nasty drinking problem, and he'd often learned well enough how to dodge the swings. And then came the day he stood still and accidentally summoned a barrier between him and his old man. Stormy's dad quickly forgot about it like the drunken sack of shit he was, but that moment changed the course of the young teenager's life.

In a world where superheroes were busy saving whole planets, most people generally had to sort their problems out themselves. So Stormy did just that, thinking at first that he’d unlocked some kind of mutant ability. But over time, he did some digging and discovered that he was actually a wizard, like the ones who protected the world from things superheroes didn’t deal with. It wasn’t easy to cast spells at a young age, so much of Stormy’s magical power came in the form of small sparks or brittle screens of green light that he miraculously figured out how to manifest.

Like any kid with a fucked to home, he didn’t spent much time there. The usual day-to-day for him was going to school, keeping his newfound wizardry close to the chest, and then finding every excuse to stay out as late as he could. Very rarely did he ever have a real reason to resort to literal magic for anything. Though, that changed when something started luring around in his home.

Something had gone wrong elsewhere, and the aftermath let a monster loose in Oregon. This thing took root right in the middle of town, burrowing underneath a library and luring people to their doom. Being someone with magic at his disposal, however weak it was, Stormy decided to step up and do something about this.

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Character Quote: "Get behind me."
Song: All Good Things - Hold On
Anything Else:
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Full Name: Marlena Evans
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 16
Birthday (month day year, starting date is September 8, 2043):
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 178lbs
Gender: Trans Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Distinguishing Features:
Build: Athletic
Origin: Mutant
Team: New Mutants
Base: Jean Grey School for Higher Learning
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hobbies: Skating,

History
Marlena comes from a family of two. Before that was her name, she and her older sister, Jules, had to witness the death of their mother after she couldn’t possibly get any more sick. After that, it was just them and their dad. Though, it wasn’t exactly that simple. Both Marlena and Julia were born with mutant genetics, and Marlena’s powers made themselves known long before her older sister’s. Growing up in a big building, in an even bigger city, there were always a lot of faces around and not many quiet spaces to hide away in. Between the hours of school and the late evenings, Marlena had a habit of pulling away and not telling dad or her sister where she’d go. Sometimes she’d just take a walk, or skate around and probably hang out with someone who was chill enough about her. But there were always nights when Marlena was the only person awake in the entire apartment building, coming back at midnight because she felt like staying out longer.

Sometimes, she’d be up even later than that. All those hours spent awake when the city was asleep were spent grappling with a secret she kept. That secret was her powers, she’d developed the ability to move things with her mind. Marlena could propel herself along on a skateboard without her feet ever moving to push the ground. She’d keep a knife with her in case someone stalked her, and she could twirl it above her hand like she was a damn wizard. The world didn’t typically mind mutants when they were on a screen, flexing their powers while they fought bad guys and saved the world- When they were palatable. The fact that she herself was a mutant made sense in a way. Marlena couldn’t recall having a breakdown, any kind of early-life crisis about what her future would be. She was already the kind of person that a lot of people didn’t want to share a planet with, what difference did this make?

Personality

Fears (list 2-3 fears your character has):

Traits

Tags

(Label Power Type here)

• List each power and what it does. Make sure to separate out each power type.

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Full Name: Connor Bray // Connor van Dyne
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 15
Birthday: Unknown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 138lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Who the fuck is asking?
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Distinguishing Features:

• Long scar running from his left eye to below his right eye.
• Burn marks all over his hands, wrists and elbows.
• Scars from stab wounds all over his chest and stomach.
• Menacing, bitchy face.

Build: Disconcertingly skinny.
Origin: ???
Team: No
Base: Fire
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Hobbies: None, he's boring as fuck.

History

Personality

Violent, unhinged, vindictive, and feral.

Fears (list 2-3 fears your character has):

Traits

Tags

Inhumanly good at making energy weapons. Idk I'll fill it out later. Gun (tm)

• List each power and what it does. Make sure to separate out each power type.

Minimum 1 paragraph describing how they discovered their powers. If your character has no powers, write about how they discovered whatever special talent got them into the academy.

Minimum 3 paragraphs describing your character's life so far.

Marlena was modifying a shirt to be looser around the chest area one day, and had a pair of heavy scissors beside her. She reached for a needle, and accidentally knocked the scissors off the table. Her hand went out to catch them, and her foot jerked back. The scissors stopped mid-air, only to go skidding off when she realized what was happening. She lifted them up again, from across the room, and figured it out.

Marlena comes from a family of two. Just her and Carl Evans, her father. Her mother got dreadfully sick when she was twelve, and didn’t make it. Growing up in a big building, in an even bigger city, there were always a lot of faces around and not many quiet spaces to hide away in. Between the hours of school and the late evenings, Marlena had a habit of pulling away and not telling dad or her sister where she’d go. Sometimes she’d just take a walk, or skate around and probably hang out with someone who was chill enough about her. But there were always nights when Marlena was the only person awake in the entire apartment building, coming back at midnight because she felt like staying out longer. Marlena had picked up the hobby a month after the funeral, and despite the problems of a kid running around New York City unattended, it helped. She’d come home smiling over a trick she finally landed, handling things well enough in her own way that her dad let it slide.

It became more than a simple hobby. Marlena stuck with it. At fourteen, she came out as trans to her dad. It was an awkward talk, but he was always the sort of man who opened his ears more than his mouth, so he took it well. Some people at school weren’t quite as receptive, but Marlena was surrounded by enough support to know she was ultimately accepted. That Summer, she took a big interest in changing up her appearance and name, and went back to school much happier. Her father was supportive in all the things she did, even if he didn’t always understand, and she really couldn’t have had it better.

Except for the powers.

As she got older, Marlena got into a habit of staying out later and later. Sometimes, it’d be midnight before she got home. Sometimes, she’d be up even later than that. All those hours spent awake when the city was asleep were spent grappling with the secret of her powers, she’d developed the ability to move things with her mind. Marlena could propel herself along on a skateboard without her feet ever moving to push the ground. She’d keep a knife with her in case someone stalked her, and she could twirl it above her hand like she was a damn wizard. She heard the horror stories about previous generations of mutants fighting tooth and nail, struggling for every single victory they ever got, just to not get killed. It had gotten better over the years, she knew, but looking into it in decret didn’t fill her with much confidence. These days, mutants didn’t hide, they went off to learn how to use their powers. They didn’t just hang out at home and play fighting games witj the kids across the hall, they hopped across the country to fight terrorists. The world didn’t typically mind mutants when they were on a screen, flexing their powers while they fought bad guys and saved the world- When they were palatable.

Marlena didn’t want to be a superhero. Or, at the very least, she didn’t want to change her life. Leaving home to train in some school full of wizards, aliens, demons and other mutants felt like the wrong life for her. Her vision for her future involved being known as Marlena, the girl with a great fashion sense and awesome tricks. Not Marlena, the mutant who wasted her potential on being normal. So she kept her powers secret. In the late hours when she was alone, she’d experiment with them just to be sure she didn’t accidentally kill someone if she ran into them, but they were for her alone to worry ablut, not someone else. She went to school, skated her way home, and just did all the usual kid things.

But then she went home from school one day, and her dad looked hurt. He stared a hole through her from the kitchen table, and he knew she’d been keeping a secret. Apparently, a friend from work spotted Marlena skating around as usual the night before, using her powers to twirl the knife he insisted she carry. They talked, and talked, and talked. She told him how she felt about it, and he felt upset she felt the need to hide it. But Marlena got frustrated, and then so did he. Neither of them wanted to yell, so Marlena walked away.

It put a rift between them, making it awkward to talk to each other for the next few days. They made up eventually, but Marlena’s dad sat her down one day, and had a serious talk with her about it. He wanted what was best for her, he did his own research into things, and told her that he was going to send her to a different school. One that taught people to use superpowers well. And then the rift split back open. She didn’t want to leave home, she didn’t want to go to another school to fight people, and Marlena made it abundantly clear that this was why she hid it from him. Out of fear her life would get turned upside down. This time, they resorted to yelling.

But in the end, Marlena was the teenager and he was the adult. So the decision was final, and she was sent to the other side of the country. They haven’t spoken since.