Enlightened Sense: Lord Ingram has the Enlightened ability to sense other Enlightened people. He is able to sense Enlightened from a great distance, though the farther he senses it the more mental energy is drained. Ingram is able to identify an Enlighteed person before their abilities manifest. Ingram is unable to sense which Enlightened ability a person has. The use of his ability can drain the energy from him to the point of illness and passing out.

The eldest son of the Poe family, Ingram had a difficult first period of life, falling ill soon after childbirth. It was expected that he would not live long, but through some divine being or sheer persistence, Ingram persevered and grew healthier. A chunk of his childhood was catching up to what he missed, through education and physical activity. A scrawny kid who got picked on, Ingram eventually grew strong in body and mind and achieved more than his classmates.

Early on Ingram discovered his Enlightened abilities when he noticed his father's innate Enlightenment. Ingram knew his father ran a school so when Ingram showed an interest, his father was honest with him. Exploring how Enlightenment works and his expectancy in managing and using his abilities, Ingram trained even harder to be worthy of the title for the school.

However, Ingram's younger brother, Percival, also had designs on running the school. The two often fought, both physically and mentally, to the point that the family was nearly split in two. Ingram took a lot of what his brother thought about him to heart, which led him down a dark path. One that Ingram tried his best to hide.

Despite all of the struggles, when Ingram's father passed the school was left with him to run. Ingram took the role with gusto, aiming to help other Enlightened find their way in life. Rumblings of resistance and trouble continues to plague Ingram's mind, but above all he works to make the school the best it can be.

Theme Song. Favorite TV show is Bob's Burgers.

Tangible Illusionary Invisibility: Utilizing illusions, Prudence can transform herself and appear invisible to the naked eye. This allows her to walk or run around without being seen. Though she cannot be observed, there is a chance Prudence can still be heard and "felt", especially if someone can detect others, especially Enlightened. Prudence must maintain effort in producing the illusion, and any disruption can break it, such as being hit

Tangible Illusionary Projectiles: Prudence can produce tangible illusions in the form of projectiles which can be thrown or used as weapons, if need be. Much like her invisibility, she must make an effort to use these. Continued use of this ability will drain Prudence's energy and make illusions less tangible as her energy dips

Prudence was raised in a house of love. Though they had very little to speak of, they were happy. Father was a blacksmith, and mother baked goods she sold when able. Her siblings were plentiful, and it was never boring.

No one saw the fire coming.

Prudence and one of her younger siblings survived, but the rest of her family perished. They were left to fend for themselves on the streets. Prudence stole what she could and found she had a knack for it, though she always longed to be free from wondering where her next meal would come from. Her younger brother died shortly after from disease leaving Prudence on her own.

It was during this time she awoke in her Enlightened abilities, and she discovered she was able to remain unseen, which allowed her greater access to theft. One mark she attempted was Lady Rosemarie, who, instead of calling for the authorities to whisk her away, offered her a place amongst others similar to her. Prudence was hesitant and ran away as often as she could, but Lady Rosemarie found her and brought her back. Eventually, Prudene wisened up and realized she had a home and a family.

Lady Rosemarie knew of her past after much talk, and she investigated more, discovering that a wealthy family was the cause of the fire. The motive was unknown, but that mattered little to Prudence, who decided to get revenge on the wealthy, not just for her but for the other young men and women like her who were forced into their lot in life.

Prudence worked hard in the Haven, gaining experience and doing jobs for Lady Rosemarie. A lot of the young girls looked up to her, though no one knew her true plot.

Theme Song. Favorite movie is The Barbie Movie

CHECKMATE'S MERCY
CHECKMATE'S MERCY

Carrying physical pieces of chess, except the king, Selina can impose a multi-layer augmentation on allies and their abilities by designating a chess piece to a person - they must be within sight to apply. Once used, the associated chess piece crumbles into fragments of itself. Selina is limited by the pieces to a singular side on standard chess board each day, with a person only allowed a single augmentation at a time. Each chess piece linked to a different type of augment, but the nature of each piece is still being researched due to her late Enlightenment.

WHERE THE CROWN LIES
WHERE THE CROWN LIES

While they are augmented, allied Chess pieces are able to roughly detect within a 500m radius where Selina is, and vice versa.

Selina was born to privilege and polish, born as the only daughter to Elliot Nightingale, Viscount Latimer with ancestral holdings in the County of York, and Lady Agatha Vivian, a formidable woman with iron discipline hailing from a distinguished military family. From the outside, their union seemed ideal, but behind closed doors, the marriage was frayed. The viscount, despite his title, nursed a bitter inferiority complex towards his wife's confident bearings and family's legacy of decorated officers. Her strength highlighted his weaknesses - an uncertain temper and lack of conviction. In time, he turned to empth, drinking, and gambling for escape.

What began as an indulgence soon became dependence, a slow spiral into debts and disgrace. By the time Selina turned into the marriageable age of 17, the viscount fortune collapsed. Whispers turned to scandals. Courtships halted. Debtors came knocking. The viscount died suddenly, some claimed from illness, others quietly murmured suicide. Selina remembers the silence more than the aftermath - the empty stares, the cold dinners, and a realisation that everything would collapse.

With no male heir, the title fell into abeyance and the estate was claimed by creditors. Lady Agatha returned to her maiden family with Selina. Too proud to beg and too fierce to crumble, Lady Agatha worked as a governess to wealthy merchant families. Selina returned to high society, not as a noble lady, but as lady's companion - an accessory of refinement and ruin.

When Selina discovered signs of Enlightenment at 21 while playing chess with her lady, it became a new turning point of her planned return to nobility. A letter later, and now at 22, Selina attends St. Eustice's School for the Enlightened, hoping to graduate as soon as possible to overturn the abeyance and reclaim her family's honour.

∙ Theme: Ego - Qing Madi
∙ Possibly to prove her heritage to the viscount title, she needs to find her baptismal certificate and her mother's marriage certificate.
∙ If she was born in this time period, Selina would most definitely throw hands.
∙ Favourite TV show/movie: Once Upon a Time

Injuries to Charlotte have never lasted long. She has never been sick for longer than a day. Her close family has also benefited from this. The unavoidable deaths in her family were due to accidents, or when Charlotte was not near enough to help. As she became older, this became more apparent.

Can heal external and internal wounds, including fractured bones and deeper burns, disregarding severity.
Minorly damaged internal organs may be healed, but more severe damage may be beyond repair and may require a longer healing time.
Nerves may remain damaged.
Critical wounds, such as those resulting in the loss of limbs or damage to nerves, cannot be healed, but they can be closed.

Prior to her birth, Charlotte’s mother was a staunch supporter of the Queen. She served at court as a Lady of the Bedchamber to Charlotte, Princess Royal, eldest daughter of King George III. Lord George Waldegrave died on 22 October 1789.

Charlotte was born shortly after her father died, making her the youngest of six. In another world, maybe one without her innate healing abilities that made Charlotte an Enlightened, she would have died young. Her eldest brother drowned in 1794 after he had inherited the Earl title. The next eldest brother, John James Waldegrave, became the 6th Earl Waldegrave. The young Charlotte lived a comfortable life. John became an officer in the military and is rarely home.

When it became apparent that Charlotte was Enlightened, he quickly sent her to St. Eustice's School. Charlotte has been attending the school since she was six. Her brother, John, is nervous about how to handle the situation with Charlotte. Unsure if he should hide her nature or allow her to be properly introduced into society. Many in their social circle aren’t even aware of Charlotte.

Theme song:
Plot ideas: Charlotte has to be in a place where no proper lady would be; she is obviously uncomfortable...cut to her playing cards.
TV/Movie: The Shawshank Redemption

Empathic Metamorph: The world would never know that Melody was Enlightened, save for her eyes, those eyes that refuse to stay the same. Today they might be cornflower blue, royal violet, or a shade of crimson. Tomorrow, a golden hue that catches the light like fire. Some days they don’t match at all, as if pieces of past lives have slipped through and settled there. Her eyes are always changing colors, sometimes more than once within the same day. Melody's eyes do more than shift in color. They allow her to see emotion, the raw hue of colored auras that bloom and curl around the living like a second skin. With those eyes, she sees what others may bury, granting her deep emotional attunement and the ability to calm or influence others by adapting to their emotional needs.

But worse still, when she connects with someone too much and their aura flares bright, her own sense of self dissolves into theirs and molds her like soft wax. She becomes a reflection of them, subtly, completely. It is often an unconscious shift in her behavior, mood, or demeanor, shaping her into whatever that person feels or requires: the comforter, the fighter, the mother, the friend, the woman who will say the thing they can’t. An empathic metamorph, if you will.

The danger lies in how easily she can lose herself if she doesn't stay in control. Her empathy is too exact, too consuming. Sometimes it can happen without her consent or even awareness, turning love into mimicry and anger into action. She can soothe a person's sorrow before a word is spoken or placate someone's fury with uncanny finesse. And only when the bond breaks does she remember who she is, blinking back into herself with a tremble and the vague ache of having lived too many lives in one.

Threadbreaker: Lady Melody's color-shifting eyes also allow her to see the emotional bonds between people and sever them, intentionally or not. With a whispered word, a glance held too long, or the slightest brush of her hand, she can unravel the invisible threads that tie hearts together. These aren’t visible to most, but to her, they appear as colorful gossamer filaments stretched between souls, glowing strands of loyalty, love, rage, guilt, grief, and longing. When she chooses, she can reach into the weave and cut. The effects are immediate and chilling: a daughter might look at her mother and feel nothing; a sworn enemy may suddenly forget why they raised their sword. In combat, it’s devastating. Alliances crumble, motivations evaporate, and even the strongest will can falter.

The cut is not usually permanent. A thread typically grows back, though maybe the same, different, weaker, or twisted. Other times, it doesn't at all. Lady Melody cannot actively restore what she severs. The more deeply someone is tied to another, the more taxing it is to break that bond. She often emerges from these moments dazed, her own sense of identity temporarily blurred by the unraveling of others’.

Melody Heathering was born on a rain-slicked morning in London, her first cries muffled by the heavy drapes of an upper Belgravia townhouse. She was the daughter of a woman who had once been enslaved, rescued from the brutal plantations of the British West Indies by Baroness Florence Heathering, a noblewoman whose radical leanings, common among those within High Society's quieter intelligentsia, made her both admired and whispered about in certain drawing rooms.

Her mother, once a shadow in the fields, became the Baroness’s lady-in-waiting, then her closest confidante. Though her life had been brief, she filled it with gentleness and poetry, teaching Melody to hold her head high and read every book she could reach. When illness took her, Melody was barely seven. And the Baroness, out of something deeper than obligation, took the child in as her ward. She grew up in silks, but never in safety. Though her mind was quick and her beauty impossible to ignore, society watched her with a cruel sort of fascination, admiring from a distance, but never letting her forget she did not belong. The Baroness, unwavering in her defiance, educated Melody as she would a daughter of blood, exposing her to languages, literature, and the disquieting truths of the world. She taught Melody to speak with precision, to never lower her eyes first, and to bear the weight of every sideways glance with quiet grace. A sharp education made Melody all the more unplaceable.

But for all her love, the Baroness had not been prepared for the manifestation of Melody's gift.

It began softly. Her eyes were the first to change, shifting in color daily, sometimes hourly, from storm blue to gold to a haunting red. They were beautiful, yes, but strange. Then she began finishing others' sentences before they were spoken. Not just guessing, but feeling what they felt, mirroring it with alarming clarity. She could calm a man’s anger with a look or carry the heartbreak of a stranger like it were her own. And when emotions surged too high, Melody shifted, subtly, deeply, her behavior molding to the needs of whoever she was near, as if her very self bent to hold their feelings. Melody caused quite a scene at her last few balls. The Baroness, loving but frightened by the growing power she couldn’t understand and the toll it seemed to take on Melody’s mental health, made a painful choice, secluding the girl within the house under the guise of convalescence, hoping the "gift" would fade like a fever.

Eventually, the power settled instead, quietly, like mist behind her eyes. In time, when the world had forgotten its fear, Melody emerged once more, older now, calmer, and full of unspoken things. She stepped into her mother’s place as the Baroness’s lady-in-waiting, but she was no one’s servant. Where she walked, people turned. Some bowed. Some held their breath. The same people who once doubted her now addressed her with brittle respect. Always staring at her eyes. Yet Melody knew better than to trust the shape of admiration. Power, like beauty, did not grant safety. It merely changed the way the blade was held.

And in secret, she gave part of herself to Lady Rosemarie’s Haven for Wayward Girls, a hidden place for young women with nowhere else to go, girls (and some boys) with strange Enlightened abilities and stranger stories, like hers once was. There, Melody was something closer to herself: a guide, a keeper, a gentle fire. She never asked the girls to speak of what they’d run from. She simply taught them how to stand in their own power without apology. There were rumors, of course. There always are. But Melody let them whisper. Let them wonder. The truth was, she no longer needed the world’s permission to exist.

Theme Song - Sane Again by Frou Frou.

Favorite Movie is Matilda. Favorite TV Show is Charmed (1998)

Plot Ideas
- Helping a young girl with an out-of-control power that is deadly to herself and those around her.

- Young girls from The Haven seem to be going missing or ending up at the Circus, causing a confrontation with that faction.

- A masked figure keeps visiting her in the middle of the night (their intentions are unclear at first).

Cryokinesis: Edmund can freeze things with just a thought. On a good day, the range of this ability can extend up to twenty meters. It's efficacy, however, is dependant on humidity. While he can always chill anything in his range, the production of ice is dependant on either liquids or moisture in the air. As a result, his power varies greatly in threat depending on his environnement.
This power changes when Edmund gives in to rage. As he loses control of himself, his Cryokinesis also goes berserk, fully losing its range in favor to pure power. In this state, he can only affect what he directly touch but the freeze is so intense it instantly causes frostbite. With prolonged contact, cells are at serious risk of dying and causing necrosis.
Cold resistance: Whether It is a part of his ability or an adaptation to it, the fact is that Edmund is immune to the effects of the cold. His body will not be hurt by frost.

His father, James Wright, worked as a tutor for privileged youths. But in addition to this, he also participated in blue-coat schools as a form of charity work. He was a dedicated man and, while he was not very wealthy, he had the respect of his peers.
Edmund thus had the opportunity to interact with kids of all classes through his childhood. He was a reserved and stoic child, showing more interest in learning than playing. This made it difficult to form friendships, but he found he had an easier time with working class kids than middle or upper class. These in particular were a source of problem, something which confused Edmund to no end. He believed that his sense of morals came from his education and yet the higher education often led to inflated egos and scorn towards those of "lower standing".
Then one day, the inevitable happened. Was it a kid who pushed him farther than the others? Was it the accumulation of frustration over the years? Did something unrelated made him more prone to anger? If you were to ask Edmund, he couldn't honestly answer you as he only has hazy recollections of the event.
But the fact is that a strange mist started to emanate from his body as the room temperature dropped. The other children ran away. It happened in the late spring, yet they found themselves covered in frost.
He had awakened to his ability, and rather violently too. He had come very close from grievly injuring one of those kids, an action which would have had terrible consequences.
Thanks to his parents' input, he was classified as a youth with strong potential who only needed the right direction to become a better person. This is how he ended up at St. Eustice's School. There, he strove to better himself. He saw that outburst as shameful and tried to supress the anger that boiled within himself. Of course, this only made him into a ticking time bomb, as this frozen anger was just waiting to resurface.
Still, he showed to be an excellent student. He is currently working as an assistant teacher while furthering his own studies.

Edmund has always been very calm and stoic in appearance. The truth is that he is simply isn't very expressive and tend to bottle is feelings. While it would be easy to assume he is just cold, this couldn't be further from the truth. While Edmund isn't very good at reading others, he is strongly affected by them and shows great empathy. He hardly reacts to most things said to him but can easily be affected by those same words.
The most extreme aspect of this is his anger, which he contains within himself, giving Edmund this aura of perfect calm. But this only until the moment where he can't take it anymore and it explode into an uncontrollable rage. Even in this state, his face is not particularly expressive and, as he doesn't say much, this anger is mostly expressed through the violence he displays.
While it would be healthier for him to learn to deal with these feelings, his past led him to choose to bottle everything instead.

Theme songs:
Regular : Calm mode
When he gets angry
Favorite show: Dungeon Meshi

THE GREYEST MORNING
THE GREYEST MORNING

By a parting of his lips, Leonard exhales forth a thin veil of mist and fog around him that builds up to his desire. The range is unlimited, but it leaves him fairly parched and must consume liquids (alcohol, water or otherwise) to replenish it. It works the exact way as a fog does, however, Leonard cannot be tracked with a homing or tracking ability. Leonard is also unable to see clearly in the fog. The duration is dependent on the size, with small areas vanishing in minutes, whereas larger fields may stay for hours.

SILVER PURSUIT
SILVER PURSUIT

While unable to see in the fog, Leonard gains a sensitivity to motion and form in the mists - whether made by himself, others, or naturally. Within this veil, he perceives the outline of tangible objects and flow of movement. Although this clarity is not well-defined, as Leonard struggles to discern individuals with similar builds, gaits and stature. Friend or foe, whoever is in the fog is up to Leonard's judgement.

Leonard Mayer presents himself as a minor Silesian noble who left Austria in search of purpose beyond the rigid confines of court life. Educated, well-mannered, and fluently multilingual, he secured a commission as a lieutenant in the British Army’s Quartermaster Corps, where his sharp wit, effortless charm, and keen logistical sense earned him quiet respect.

A man of cultured vices, Leonard is known for his late-night walks, a taste for good drink, and flirtations with anything in a petticoat. Though more often found with a quill than a pistol, he fences regularly and holds his own in a duel of words or steel. Behind the smoke and smiles, there is a deeper loyalty. Not to Britain per se, but to the ideals of honour, service, and freedom from the suffocating expectations of nobility. Most assume he is simply a wayward younger son enjoying an extended foreign commission.

None know, save himself, the truth behind his lineage and why he kept his purse close-fisted. A man seeking luxury, yet knows honour deep in his blood. He sometimes gazes distantly to the horizon, wishing his family well.

∙ Theme: The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco
∙ If you visit my CS collection, you'll find a planning space for plots under the characters. Maybe. Still in progress
∙ Uh, Shadowhunters (the book series, not the TV show or movies. Burn them all)

Mass alteration : Alphonse can double or half the size and/or weight of any non-living solid object he touches. The effect last as long as he wants but it requires concentration to maintains so it will always deactivates if he loses consciousness. He needs physical contact to apply his power but it remains even if he is separated from the item and it can be stopped from anywhere.

Aplhonse is very strong. This has nothing to do with his Mass alteration, rather it's a result of thorough training. However, it is very important for how he uses his ability.

Alfons was born in a small unassuming German village. He was a big brother who liked to look after his siblings. He was kind and caring. He had a simple and merry childhood.

Then, at thirteen, his normalcy went away. It started with heavy things getting lighter in his hands. Then tools he'd use would change sizes. His parents understood what was happening before Alfons and urged him to hide it. They were afraid of what could happen to him. Even if he were to avoid ostracization, there was the risk he would be conscripted. And they knew he was too kind for such a world of violence.
Germany had been at peace for a long time, but the country was ready to throw itself in a war if it seemed profitable enough. That was simply the way of those things.

So, he kept living in this little village while hiding his nature. But no secret last forever. Rumors accumulated over the years. The neighbors could tell they were hiding something and the mystery only grew the tension.

He was 22 when he left for the city. He just couldn't take this life anymore.

However, he didn't have an easy time elsewhere either. He kept hiding what he could do and had trouble building relationships. He moved to other jobs. He moved to other cities. Eventually he moved to another country.

It was then he found the circus. Or rather, the circus found him.
To this day, he doesn't know how Mr. Maleficar found out he was enlightened. But when he was offered not only a job, but an opportunity to be accepted for who he was, he couldn't help but accept.

And so, he became Alphonse the Strongman.