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Ariel Carmela Mustafa
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Ariel Mustafa had a relatively normal life, their only bits of interest being nonconforming to the gender binary and living in a place called Truth or Consequences. Their single mother, Pamela, brought the household from the urban chaos of Los Angeles to the peace and quiet of T-or-C after her Malaysian husband fled the States to dodge legal issues. To their knowledge, both Mom and Dad lacked the Hype-Gene, so you couldn't blame them for expecting much the same: an uneventful life.

For a while, it was. Ariel's school life went by smoothly enough, apart from the occasional bullying and the stress of confronting their nonbinary identity. With middling grades, they simply remained at T-or-C and found work at the iconic local hot springs. College could come later, they thought, unaware of the capricious laughter of Fate in the distance.

Everything changed in those hot springs. And it was all because of a single obtuse customer. This one insolent tourist from China kept hounding Ariel about "75% off holiday coupons" he got from some travel agency. Ariel tried, tried to politely inform him that no such promotion existed and this 'travel agency' did not coordinate with the hot springs in the slightest. Still, he was persistent and made this coupon everybody's problem. No amount of patience Ariel mustered could withstand the agony of customer service. In a single moment of unchecked emotion, Ariel's hyperhuman abilities manifested and a nearby pool of hot spring water erupted in a scalding torrent. Property damage aside, several people were injured and one of Ariel's coworkers later passed away from third-degree burns.

Ariel killed someone. They were a hyperhuman and they killed someone. Aware of what happened to out-of-control hyperhumans and fearing the inevitable, they made the decision to go off the grid and run away from Truth or Consequences. A terrible thing, a fugitive at 22, jumping from town to town, railroad to railroad just for the opportunity to live free tomorrow. Living on the run forced them to do things they weren't exactly proud of. Robbery, trespassing, fraud, putting truth to what the world thought of hyperhumans: dangerous scoundrels without a moral compass. Though aimless for the first few year, their days spent half-drunk and half-loathing, Ariel began to connect with other hypes. They reached out to those who share the same genes, the same mistakes, the same sins as them. It was with the grace of H.E.L.P, then, that Ariel found out about the PRCU. A sanctuary for people like them, Ariel thought. No more looking over their shoulder to check if they were still being hunted. No more lying, no more cheating, no more stealing.

Okay, maybe a little bit of lying.

After their old hope of 'home' evaporated, it was time to find a new one. Ariel made the long drive to British Columbia and never looked back.
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Ariel tries their best to maintain the impression of a calm and friendly individual. Not one to pursue a conversation of their own but never one to deny a conversation either, they socialize adequately enough with their peers. Most would call them pleasant, a bit of a dry joker with their banter, but always willing to pause and try to understand what their friends going through. Of course, this is because of Ariel's adaptable personality. For most, the Ariel you want is the Ariel you get. They've become adept in pleasing others and telling them what they want to hear, because they are water and you are the cup. Call them duplicitous, call them two-faced, Ariel will simply nod and agree.

Ariel's adaptability speaks volumes of their emotional intelligence, in a way. Perhaps out of a profound fear of what happens when their emotions take control of their powers, they strive to always be in control of both and aware of not only their own emotional state but also the emotional state of others. Like a still pond, the surface of Ariel Mustafa is calm and serene, reflecting yourself when you look deep into them.

And look deep enough, you find a person still trying to get used to asking for help, a river flows alone. You find a whirlpool of loathing that blames themself for this...torrent they cannot control. You find an individual that tries their hardest to keep the whirlpool under control by pleasing others because maybe this time, it will be different. Maybe this time, this is home. Maybe this time, no one has to burn.
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Ariel's hyperhuman ability is Water Manipulation. Their HZE ions interact uniquely with H₂O, able to influence water so long as it remains in liquid state. The practical applications of this ability are tremendously vast and Ariel themself has only scratched the surface in utilizing their power. At its most fundamental, they can induce waves from bodies of water to strike at an enemy and shape loose water into protective barriers. They are also able to influence the liquid water that they intake to become more oxygen-rich, effectively allowing them to breathe water. With great focus and a measure of recklessness, Ariel can violently draw moisture out of their immediate environment, whether it be from the ground, plants, or even themself.

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Ariel's abilities are focused on the liquid state of matter. They are unable to influence water vapor or ice in any way, and as their powers rely on an existing source of water, making the water around them evaporate or freeze is a surefire way to deprive them of an offense. Or defense. Or anything, for that matter, forcing Ariel to draw out water from 'alternative' sources.

W E A K N E S S E S || LATINX HEAT

Being specially attuned to water and moisture, Ariel is extremely susceptible to fire and heat. Before their powers manifested, they assumed that the New Mexico heat was simply that hard to bear. The cool ocean breeze of British Columbia was paradise compared to T-or-C, but even at room temperature, an exoteric hyperhuman with fire powers (or just some schmuck with a flamethrower) will give them a bad time. Enough heat or direct contact with fire can even send Ariel into an unconscious state of shock.

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"When your life hinges on not being seen by anyone," Ariel started to answer, their voice slow and soft. "You start to get used to moving when everyone else isn't. I learned quickly that night is safety. Sleep a little in the day, move at night, and I'm more likely to see the morning again. It's been that way for a year until this place came into my life, so my natural clock is fucked."

"I guess old habits die hard?"
Ariel shrugs, smiling.

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"This one of those morality questions?" Ariel asked in return, raising their eyebrows. "Well, I wasn't born yesterday, that's for sure. Nine times out of ten, there's another bastard behind me, waiting for me to stop and talk to their 'friend'. Next thing I know, there's a switchblade in my neck and the rest is history. So in that situation, best I can do is give them a Lincoln and move on 'cuz if they really need my help, there's nothing I can do for them that 5 dollars can't, you know?"

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"Yes, I am well aware that this life is not a walk in the park." Ariel's tone grew serious when the topic of emergency and danger was broached. "First things first is to coordinate as best as I can? I have never been a leader, but I'm not short on initiative either. Bottom line, though, if I can't help the situation, I'd get the fuck away and leave the work to those who can."

Was Ariel telling the truth? They wanted to think they would be able to help in the event of atrue emergency, but alas, only their last sentence held truth. The Campus was surrounded by the ocean. Their first and last course of action was to take shelter beneath the waves until the storm blew over.
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When a Hyper-Gene drastically modifies a human’s structure, the effects may shape the person as well. Jonna’s early memory as a child is absent either by neglected memory or repressed. She does not remember her parents, only that if they were around, they care little enough to track her down. Her earliest memories reach back to only about ten, the start of her time in the orphanage, Dacke Stödboende, located in Mjölby, Sweden. Her time there was not awful, having been well taken care of, but something about it that was isolating. The environment did not foster an openness for Jonna to develop socially and she regressed into herself. She wanted for little and showed no signs of expression, timid to even comply with requests to draw a picture. A psychologist, Lisbeth Palme, believed Jonna had experienced significant trauma in her early childhood that resulted in her being closed off. However, her arrival to Dacke was nothing more than brought in by the police finding her to be an urchin, having been aimlessly wandering the streets of Stockholm.

The first significant improvement in Jonna’s condition came alongside her mutation into her specific Hype-Gene expression. Her anatomical and physiological structures were completely changed in a few weeks due to the extensivity of it. Jonna was bed-ridden from the initial shock but she had no severity of condition. In fact, her body proved incredibly adaptable to the change. Even mentally, the prospect of your body playing host to insects was taken well shortly after Jonna’s realization. This drastic change proved to be a sort of psychological wake-up and Jonna’s seemingly absent existence shifted to focus wholly on the swarm of bees that lived with her.

There were issues with this, however. Her connection with what was essentially herself proved to be quite harming to her relationship with others. She saw no issue with letting her swarm fly freely among the other children and staff at the orphanage. Her power plagued others with fright and any action against her was met with a frenzied retaliation by her and her swarm. She proved caustic to the orphanage and they had to segregate her, reverting her back to preferring a more isolationist mindset. To the credit of the orphanage and staff, they still worked with her patiently to ease her out of being aggressively expansive with her Hyper-Gene. Indeed, she did eventually come to understand that people needed their space, keeping her bees away from others was a start. She was integrated back in with the other children after a few months but there was an uneasy existence truce there. The other children were terrified of her and Jonna made little effort to put herself out there. As their last resort, H.E.L.P was requested to take her case. They did so eagerly.

Jonna spent that last few years of high school under H.E.L.P supervision. She passed allowing her next step to be attendance at P.R.C.U. to help her further integrate with people. She has made a lot of progress but obviously, P.C.R.U would be a big next step.
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Ability Keywords: Regenerative First-Aid, Extrasensory, Damage Resistant, Bee Swarm

The Anatomical Hive Hyper-Gene is an interesting study into Esoteric-Somatic form. In essence, Jonna’s Hyper-Gene changes her anatomical and physiological structures to both be and accommodate the Apis mellifera or common European Honey Bee. As for the bees, they appear, by all accounts, like normal honey bees. However, some key differences exist. First, their developmental life cycles, while normally measured in weeks, are now measured in hours with fully adult bees capable of being so only a few hours after birth. Their birth, by the way, is a product of HZE-Ions in the marrow of Jonna’s bones. Their rapid development is reliant upon the HZE-Ion supplying the energy to make it so. At peak conditions, Jonna is capable of housing a swarm of 30,000 bees but conditions for this are scarcely available.

Among this change is the vast network of hexagon comb structures that replace most of Jonna’s organs, namely her muscles. Instead the comb structure is the organ that clings to the bone and skin, forming channels from their many layers to allow bees to travel throughout the internal part of Jonna’s body. The walls of the comb structure house a few physiological pathways that make functioning possible for Jonna, such as the nervous and endocrine systems. Under this new structure, Jonna proves more or less the same on the outside. She still walks, talks, and all without any apparent differences. Her strength and speed are more or less the same as a woman of her weight and height. One notable difference is that she is lighter and able to land with more of a cushion as the honeycomb flexes and moves to provide her the ability to move naturally. One significant difference is that wounds that do not break her bones or target the head, are essentially unfelt. She has no blood in that regards as well. Instead, her reliance is upon the bees to keep her alive.

The bees are vital to Jonna’s existence as they function as a new form of circulatory system and give Jonna life as she knows it. They function as a means to repair and maintain the comb structure of Jonna’s form. They also serve as her protector from harm. Each worker bee is capable of releasing from a special gland, a type of hemoglobin wax that will reseal wounds and recover broken honeycomb structures caused by external damage. Gashes, cuts, and stabbings do not bother Jonna as these can be easily repaired. Bees are directed by an altered endocrine system which functions more as a swarm pheromone under Jonna’s new form. Key relays weave themselves through the honeycomb walls to spread any direction that Jonna provides swiftly to the swarm.

Jonna does not directly share mind with the swarm but can translate pheromone signals she receives back from the bees. The bees, themselves, are capable of understanding and relaying simple messages as one would expect from any regular hive. The bees also generate regular honey and wax.

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Development opportunities for this ability are here for suggestion and are not limited to the following:

--Healing others via Bees sealing wounds. May not be provide permanent relief but a way to stop the bleeding in crucial moments. Milestone requirement will be Jonna having a trusted friend that is in peril.

–Signaling with Bees with words or images of the bees arranged in a pattern. Milestone requirement will be Jonna’s participation in team exercises or missions.

–Drone pheromone relay will allow Jonna to rapidly pass pheromone-encoded messages through the use of drones would be a slight upgrade in intelligence compared to the worker bees. Workers will vastly outnumber the drones by 1000:1. Milestone requirement is scientific instruction or some stronger motivation to improve ability.

–Jonna’s own set of insect wings. She’d be able to fly up to 30 mph but this requires some type of mechanic to power up HZE-Ions within her.

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Jonna does not control the swarm but directs it. Each individual bee does behavior on its own and at no point can Joanna directly influence a bee to do anything. Everything must be relayed via pheromone messaging. Additionally the bees are only capable of doing what you’d expect of a bee. Joanna cannot make the bees dance, sing, or illustrate elaborate maps. They are bees and have slightly higher intelligence compared to any other swarm of bees.

Additionally swarm reproduction rely on HZE-Ion use. If Jonna reaches her limit on HZE-Ion use then the reproduction of bees approaches days, even weeks of time for fully adult bees to be born. This would balance out, I believe, to Jonna suddenly losing her hive form.

Additionally, enough exposure to EBI or any inhibitor will revert Jonna back to a regular human anatomy temporarily. The makeup of her hive form comprises everything the human body has and the DNA would be able to rewrite under the HZE-Ion reaction to reform. Jonna would pass out and awake an hour or so later as a normal human. If she was not exposed to EBI or any inhibitor for an hour or two, then she’d pass out again and she’d revert back to her hive anatomy.

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Smoke would calm the swarm and make them less responsive. It would also have the side-effect of Jonna nearly passing out and remaining in a rather lax state.

Water would be any body of water that goes past her waist. The swarm would be susceptible to drowning and falling into the water might as well be a death sentence for her. Additionally she does not know how to swim adding to the danger of being submerged past her chest.

Fire would be a means of swiftly eradicating the swarm. There is also the aspect of smoke that can affect the swarm and Jonna. There is a danger of Jonna’s swarm being reduced in number significantly and then being inhibited or introduced to EBI that could be lethal as the bees do make up some of the biological matter she needs.

Cold represents anything just above freezing temperatures as the swarm would be unable to leave Jonna due to the cold. While Jonna can manage in cold weather with the swarm keeping her warm and her keeping the swarm warm, it would be rather miserable.

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It started with the droning sound of insect wings. A familiar hum to Jonna that she knew she wasn’t alone. The sound hadn’t bothered anymore. It meant she wasn’t alone. Her eyes opened softly, her room was still dark with the rising sun barely cresting the horizon to bring just enough light to allow her to see. She turned her head to find the sound of those beating wings. The yellow and black fuzz of the honey bee made her smile, appreciating how adorable her little friend was.

“All ready to wake up and eat? It is barely morning.” She resigned airly with the croak of early morning grogginess. She didn’t want to get up but hungry was a reminder that she, too, needed to eat. She always needed to eat, it seemed. They needed to eat.

She sighed, bringing a hand around to rub at her eyes. “Fiiine.” She gave up, laying there for a moment with her hand covering her eyes. The honeybee landed on the back of her hand gently, stepping lightly across the back of her hand and to the honeycomb hole in her skin where it crawled in.

The room was silent. For a moment. Then the droning sound of wings began in her stomach. The hive was waking and they were all hungry.

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Jonna tensed up.

Nobody approached her, usually and yet this woman did. The alarm had been instinctively raised and the swarm inside her picked up in intensity to a maddening frenzy. They weren’t leaving her yet but they were ready. The woman had instantly recoiled, backing up, afraid. Jonna knew that look. Many would turn to that look when they realized what she was. The woman was without words, as if she couldn’t understand. Nobody did.

Then something surprising happened. The woman reached out grabbing Jonna’s hand. “Please!” She begged, “Please! Help me!”

Jonna flinched. She hadn’t expected it. A few furious bees bore a hole through Jonna’s forearm and began to make low passes over the woman’s head. She didn’t move. She was afraid but more afraid of whatever else was after her.

Jonna looked up, catching just in time to see a group of men step out of a building. Tattoos. Jackets. Weapons. Danger.

Jonna pulled her hand back from the woman and stepped backwards. “Go.” She gestured with her head in a different direction away from those men. She did not wait to see if the woman understood before Jonna turned and ran.

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Loud. Alarm. Danger.

Jonna understood that there was risk to her when the campus would activate the alarms. She was always told to seek shelter when the alarm went off. Even if they were drills, she knew she would not want to be put in danger. People were running but where were they going? To the danger or away?

Unsure. Confusion.

Jonna needed more information so she clenched her fingers. The hum of bees picked up in a frenzy as several poured out of her and zipped about the air. They scattered, spreading across a localized area as Jonna looked around trying to see if she could see the potential threat. She did not want to meet the threat and risk herself and the swarm.

Minutes passed and the swarm had gathered in considerable number outside Jonna now. Others were sent searching but then one bee came back. It landed, exhausted and climbed into Jonna finally sending her a message. Danger that way. She turned, looking at the administration building. No fire. No bang. Something bad, worse than those and it was over there.

She turned, running away from the administration building. She needed to hide and protect them all.


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Efraim's life was a somewhat different one for a Hyperhuman growing up. The son of a police chief and a university professor. Now his father's focus was mainly on dealing with crimes that were connected to the drug cartels. A plague on the nation that got worse when Hyperhumans decided to join the cartels. Either way, this did not stop his father, and he tried his best to keep crime down.

Now when Efraim discovered he was a Hyperhuman and his family soon discovered soon after. His parents decided on making it a secret and made Efraim and his older brother not tell anyone. For fear of what could happen to him if people knew. For while Efraim was a Hyperhuman and considered dangerous, his father was a pragmatic man who, unlike others, who would view their child with fear or disdain or a threat to his career. He simply just saw his son, who could be dangerous if nothing was done so, while Efraim was forbidden from using his powers outside the house. His father did encourage him to develop his powers in order to control them better.

For three years, it was like this. Efraim practiced his powers in secret while his family continued on as normal. It was not until an incident after school when Efraim stopped a group of bullies from beating up a kid and accidentally used his power. Efraim was quickly reported to the police and became a known Hyperhuman, and was forced to wear an inhibitor. Discovering that the police chief's son was a Hyperhuman did cause a major backlash for his father when it hit the news. Many thought his father was hiding a Hyperhuman from the police, and ultimately. His father had to resign and take early retirement. While Efraim's father said should not have used his powers and was understandable anger about losing his job, he did praise him for trying to protect someone. Efraim did not know what to say and could only feel thankful for his family being who they were.

Efraim, now a known Hyperhuman, would chafe under his new life. During his last year in high school as he was mostly shunned by his teachers and classmates, but he did have a few friends, and his family supported him. Even then, seeing how people saw him in public now and the headaches caused by the inhibitor. He started to venture less and less outside and fell into a small depression. His family tried their best to get him out of it, and when Efraim was eighteen and still struggling. Did his father reach out to H.E.L.P. and arrange for Efraim for to go to P.R.C.U. A choice that Efraim agreed to and now awaits what the P.R.C.U. has to offer.
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Efraim has the power of being able to manipulate bones. He is able to grow bones from his own skeleton and use them in a variety of ways. One way that he can is by making bone constructs, such as shaping bones to be shields, swords, and other things. Another way is by making bone armor which appears over his skin. Making his punches or kicks harder. One final way he can use his power is by forcing out bones from his hands and launching them to act as projectiles. Efraim can use his power both offensively and defensively. He is able to grow and shape bones in a quick manner to either keep up the pressure on an enemy or protect himself or someone from attacks.

L I M I T A T I O N S || PERSONAL BONES, DETACHMENT, SET SHAPE

Efraim can only manipulate his own bones from his skeleton. He was reluctant to try and manipulate other people's bones, but he had to see if he could, and he found he could not. So he has to rely on his own bones for attacks and defense. Also, once a bone detaches from his skeleton, he can no longer manipulate the bone. Even if he retouches it, it just becomes a static bone that he can not manipulate anymore. Also, once he shapes a bone into a shape, he can not reset it or change it further.

W E A K N E S S E S || OVERUSE, SEMI COVERAGE, JUST BONE

While Efraim can grow and shape bones from his skeleton. He has a limit on how many bones he can grow, and he knows when it is close to his limit when it starts hurting to grow bones. A small pain when he nears his limit, but the more bones he grows, the more it hurts until he can not anymore due to the pain. Making him more likely to hurt himself and his skeleton due to the strain on his skeleton. Also, while he can make bone armor, he is unable for it to cover his whole body. Currently, it only covers his hands, arms, legs, feet, chest, and back. While it can be strong, the bone he uses is just normal bone, so its durability and power are limited to the strength of natural bone.

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"My dog Tia of course," Efraim responded jokingly. "Yeah, she does that from time to time. Most of the time, it is nothing, and she is just barking at nothing for some reason." He chuckled, and he took a deep breath. "Most of the time, but sometimes she sees something, and by the time I go where she is and try to stop her from barking. I just see the edge of it, and it is gone. Could it be something or maybe nothing? I am not sure." He crossed his arms, "I am a Hyperhuman and the son of a police chief that does not bow to the cartels or any criminals. So that does paint a target on my back if one of them wanted to send a message to my father." He shook his head and took a long sigh. "Still, so far, it has been nothing, and I am glad for it." Efraim tried to relax a bit, "I know how to defend myself even if people get freaked out about it, and my father is a good shot." He shrugged, "so I guess I will treat it as nothing unless she is really barking or something."

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Depends, I was not born yesterday, but at the same time, someone might need my help. It is true that I agreed to stop being a vigilante after getting caught and am now a known Hyperhuman. So that means that this person is either desperate for help and asking a Hyperhuman, or it is some kind of trap." He thinks hard about this, and after a few minutes, he replied. "I think I would still try to help the person regardless, and I can always take off inhibitor if things get tense, but it depends on how bad things are. So yeah, it may be a trap, but I would feel better if I did try to help that person, and again I can take the gloves off if needed." Efraim chucked a bit. I mean, few people know how a bone-encased fist feels, and yeah. That is my answer."

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"Armour up, I say," Efraim, half joking. "No, seriously, I am bone armoring it up, and I will be prepared if this intruder comes to my way. Sure, my clothes will have to take a hit, and the teachers may not like that a student is gearing up for a fight. But this place is supposed to be a safe place for Hyperhumans, and now that someone is here, that is not supposed to be here and may cause trouble." Efraim started to look serious and leaned forward in his chair. "I am not going people let get hurt if I can help it. Truly I may not see this intruder, but I will prepare and be ready to defend myself and others if needed." Now leaning back in his chair. "I just hope no one gets hurt or worse and the situation is dealt with fast whether or not I get involved."

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Yuri San Choi is the son of Han Choi and Denae Parker. The two married before Yuri was born and it was when Yuri was born that Denae passed away due to complications with the birth. Her dying wish was that Yuri be taken care of. During the entire incident, all she wanted was for Yuri to survive. A mother’s love. Han did the best he could to raise Yuri. It wasn’t until Yuri turned 18 that things changed.

Han Choi, a man of extreme wealth, hailing from old money with deep roots, decided to enroll his son in various self-defense classes. Ninjutsu, Tai Chi, and Taekwondo were the main focuses. Yuri was only 8 when the classes started. He barely had any free time, but he often enjoyed spending any time he could with his father whenever the man wasn't away for business and he was left in the care of a relative. Nonetheless, his love for his father never waivered until his 18th birthday. Yuri's powers blossomed when he turned 18, and his father was shocked. Still, he didn't want his son to be discriminated against, so using his connections he found someone to teach Yuri how to control his power until he could make a decision. For a year Yuri met with his teacher in secret before Han Choi decided to send his son to PRCU and leave him in the care of H.E.L.P. in hopes that his son would grow to understand his abilities and hone them to remarkable levels. After witnessing his son’s power he knew without proper understanding, Yuri could cause chaos. He was aware of H.E.L.P. due to prior business with them. Thankfully he managed to get his son safely into the care of H.E.L.P. After Yuri was safely in PRCU, Han Choi went silent, but he left Yuri ways to communicate should he need to. One could call Han Choi an ally of the cause.

Yuri arrived at PRCU at the age of 19 confused and shaken, with mixed emotions about his father. He understood the danger he could put others in, but he often wondered if there was a different way other than leaving him with strangers. What he vowed, after arriving at PRCU, was to focus, learn and understand, and to just have fun.
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The HZEs within Yuri allow him to psychically control weather-based atmospheric phenomena. To break it down further, one with this ability can psychically generate clear skies, cloudy skies, winds, rain, fog, etc, at will. In addition, he can psychically generate wind storms, thunderstorms, tornadoes, hail storms, etc. This allows Yuri to fly due to the wind currents around him moving rapidly and supporting his weight at any given time.

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Yuri cannot generate atmospheric phenomena if the area affected does not have the necessary resources to produce the desired effect. In other words, if he is in a dry, hot area, it is nearly impossible for him to summon a rainstorm when there is no moisture present. The area of effect is also limited. It would completely drain Yuri to produce a storm the size of several states. Attempting to create a nationwide storm would result in hospitalization. One to three states are his limit so far.

W E A K N E S S E S || Emotionally Unstable

His true weakness is his emotions. Because of the intensity and violent nature of his power, he must always maintain his emotions. Even when utilizing his gift, Yuri cannot afford to lose control. If he loses control, the phenomena he created can run chaotic and it becomes extremely difficult, almost impossible to regain control of the phenomena because nature is so unpredictable,

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His eyes opened to the rumbling of a storm overhead. Slowly he rose from the bed and positioned himself on the side of it. The urge to urinate had made itself known. He could hear the wind viciously rasping at the window, beckoning to be let in. The flash of lightning filled the dark room with a quick burst of light before darkness took its place once again. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to be there.

“Get it together Yuri.”

He spoke softly as his eyes finally fell upon the sleeping body next to him. How could he sleep so peacefully when Yuri was wide awake? Was it more than just the urge to pee that awoke him? He couldn’t think about it now. Either he would wet the bed or make his way to the bathroom, and the latter was out of the question. Standing as silently as he could, he moved in the darkness towards the bathroom.

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His brown eyes searched the desperate gaze of the man before him. Panicked asking for help. Tattered clothing and unkempt hair proved that this man was in need of something, but what kind of help did he need? Always one to analyze the reasons for numerous things, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this man truly needed help, and without batting an eye, Yuri nodded.

“I will help as much as I can.”

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”An intruder?” Yuri questioned as the alarm blared. Loud and annoying, yet needed to prepare them should anyone dare to set foot where they didn’t belong.

Yuri’s eyes darted around everyone gathered wondering what was happening, who was given the charge, and what the instructions would be. In his mind he was curious as to what the intruder looked like, what made them tick, and how dangerous were they. Still, he stood ready to act if need be.

“Mother Nature, protect us from that which threatens to harm. Let your eternal breath sweep the thorns from our path.”

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Coop's fat cells store his HZE, and have an effect on the surrounding cellular structures (read: muscle, bones, organs, and skin). Like most fat cells, when they are activated, they expand. When they're dormant, they become compact. When Coop doesn't activate them, he is a statistically perfect (<2% fat) model. He doesn't need to work out or watch his diet to have the perfect Adonis-like figure. Though he still does the former due to the downsides of his ability, we'll get to that. When they activate, they expand. They also consume any HZE around them to become more powerful. While Coop does have HZE stored within him, he can further expand his powers by absorbing the HZE around him. This may cause a detriment to other hyper-humans that are in the vicinity, but we'll also get that.

His power, simply putting it, is invulnerability. Basically, the more fat he has on his body, the more invulnerable he is. It's not hard invulnerability, allowing for compromises when it comes to force, energy, and impact. He can survive terminal falls, bullets deflect off of him, and electricity and fire have no effect on his body. And as a side-effect of his power, he also has strength equal to his mass. Meaning a punch from him could range from breaking bones to crushing a car with ease. The cells are practically powerhouses, which causes the HZE to radiate outwards and affect the rest of his body. This allows for his form to complement the power within him. Meaning he can become taller, his skin more pliable, his muscles capable of supporting his weight, and his organs capable of keeping up with the pressure put upon them.

He currently has a variation of his height being 6'4" to 8'4" and his weight being from 190 lbs to a ton.

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Coop's power relies on the use of not only the HZE inside himself but the HZE outside of himself. To keep the power fueled on the inside, he has to have a heavy intake of calories to keep the fat cells happy and viable. If he went without any form of nourishment for a while, his power wouldn't be able to be used at its full capacity if at all. If he's around other hyper-humans he might not have enough to draw into himself to reach the upper limits of his ability. Or he can consume it, leaving others around him without any HZE to manipulate. This makes it hard for him to work in a team setting when his ability is necessary to succeed.

W E A K N E S S E S || MOBILITY & OUTFIT MALFUNCTIONS

For instance, if Coop uses his ability to its fullest there's a chance that he won't have the musculature to run or even walk. There's also a chance that his surroundings won't allow him any forward progression. Meaning he has to dispel the power to get anywhere fast, and it may be impossible for him to re-engage his power if he doesn't have any reserve HZE. Now, he doesn't have to reach the limit of his ability, and he has more mobility--but he has less power. There's a middle, sweet spot with it, but it's really reliant on practiced control. Which Coop doesn't have at the moment. So, to try to offset this as much as possible, he does work out to give him some residual strength that isn't reliant on the use of HZE. But no normal person can work out as much as it would take to be on an even level with carrying around a ton of weight. It's a wet bandaid on a broken dam.

Also, normal clothes can't withstand the use of his power. He's sure that he'll get an outfit to withstand it, but will it be perfectly tailored to him? Probably not.

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"I hope it's not my Twitter blowing up. I mean I do hope it is, but there's a difference between it being the attention I want versus what I don't want. People say that there's no such thing as 'bad press,' but they've never been on the bad side of Twitter. They can destroy you with a snap of their finger. That's why all my posts are perfectly curated to not offend anyone. Or at least I try. I am like a cishet almost white guy that lives in the upper class. I'm basically a living, breathing privilege. Which I don't hate, but it's not good when you want to make a point. Which, don't repeat what I said. Like... you never heard this... I don't know the currency exchange for Canada bucks. Is a hundred, good?"

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"Oh I totally help him. I will film myself doing it too. I can see this blowing up on Tiktok. Now that's some good press. Unfortunately, strangers don't approach me that much. I must just ooze that my dad is a lawyer. Bet."

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"Again, I'm going to go throw myself at the problem and film it. Good press, people. You know how people blow up after they help defend against school shootings? Actually. Let's not. That's a shitty comparison. Oh boy. I feel just awful now. I need like some seltzer water with some honeydew in it. That'll make me feel better. And some Cheetos? Maybe some like one of those fried croissant things with the ham in it? Great... now I'm just hungry. Wait... what were we talking about? Oh yeah... I'll go play the hero."

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A resident of Sitka, Alaska, Suzie grew up in a decently-sized household with her parents and two older older brothers. Her family dealt in the commercial fishing industry, and as times were frequently tough for the Poots, Suzie often pulled double-duty between schoolwork and having to help on her family's boat whenever time allowed for it.

Although fishery work tended to be harsh and sometimes fishy, Suzie didn't mind it where others might've. Instead, Suzie welcomed it, in particularly because the boat allowed her to see whales, orcas and other creatures up close and in-person. You'd be hard pressed to find something more beautiful than a giant whale leaping from the ocean, Suzie would tell you.

Sadly, this meager yet idyllic life Suzie came to enjoy would come to be wiped out from existence as she grew older. The incident had been as swift as it was unexpected, and it irrevocably changed Suzie's future for better and worse.

As the Poots carried out their day's fishing, a sudden freak storm riled up the ocean. The family desperately tried to return to port, but they could not fight the tide, and the boat sunk with all hands. By all means, Suzie should've died that day, yet somehow she survived. It was a miracle to even be rescued, especially considering her saviors weren't human.

She had woken up on a beach, bruised, battered and hacking out water from her lungs. In front of her, in the water, two orcas, watching her with interest.

"Hey, Frank, why did you suggest we save her? We could've ate like kings back there! All their catch is going to be gone by the time we get back."

"Shut up, Martin. All you think about is food. Besides, she did call out to us for help." The orca turned to Suzie. "Hey, human! You alive over there?"

Suzie couldn't believe her eyes, much less her ears. She kicked backwards, scooting across the beach in fear. She had a billion questions that needing answering, like where was her family. Did they survive? Suzie didn't know. But there was one thing Suzie knew for certain: Orcas didn't talk. She probably just hit her head during the sinking, and that's why they were talking to her.

"Hello, human? We're not going to eat you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Frank, she can't hear us. You're wasting your time."

Martin seemed to get the idea. Fighting against the overwhelming shock and pain her body felt, Suzie stumbled to her feet and turned her back on the two orcas. She needed to find help. A doctor. The Coast Guard. Someone.

"I told you."

"Shut up, Martin."

From what Suzie remembers, she didn't make it exactly far that day, collapsing on the side of a road. The next thing she knew was that she was in a hospital, with an arm and a leg in a cast.

"What's with that Lightyear guy? His name is Buzz, but he doesn't even buzz around like us bugs!"

"Sara, why do the humans say 'the early bird gets the worm'?"

"Thomas doesn't even know how good I have it. All I have to do is act like a good dog, pretending to comfort them, and in return the humans give me food and pets! I'm fucking brilliant!"

Okay, she was going insane. There was absolutely no rational answer that explained why Suzie was hearing animals speak. Birds, dogs, even the fly on the wall. She could understand them all.

In a desperate bid to make the voices stop, Suzie brought it up to her doctors. They figured it must've been a side effect that had been brought on from the traumatic experience she had experienced and the pain of losing her family, and planned on giving her medication in hopes it would alleviate the issue. But one doctor thought otherwise. Rather than prescribe a number of drugs, he reached out to an old contact-turned-H.I.T. agent.

With the agent's guidance, Suzie came to learn a few things about herself. A) She wasn't crazy, and was actually hearing voices, and B) She had the hype-gene, and was a hyperhuman. Knowing Suzie had nowhere to go once she was out of the hospital, the agent made the choice to offer her the decision to enroll in P.R.C.U.—a decision Suzie felt she needed to accept for numerous reasons personal to her.
A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S
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H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || Z O O L I N G U A L I S M
__PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || E S O T E R I C
__SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || P S I O N I C

In the simplest context, Suzie can speak to and understand animals. Whereas others would hear growls, barks or other animalistic noises, Suzie can make sense and words out of them.

L I M I T A T I O N S || R E A C H

Suzie's ability functions like a conversation between humans would. Too many people speaking at one time causes wires to get crossed, and some things get lost in the mix. She can only focus on one animal at a time, anything more and sentences turn fuzzy or sometimes outright unintelligible.

W E A K N E S S E S || C O N T R O L

Her hyperhuman power is simply what it says on the tin. While she can understand animals, it doesn't offer any direct control over them. They still have their own mind, and remain just as capable of reacting to anything she says or her presence in general. If Suzie wants something out of them, then she'd have to figure out how to convince them to help her like she was talking to a person.
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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?

"Are you really asking me that question? You guys already know everything about me. Hell, you probably even know what I got for my 10th birthday or what I had for lunch on November 7th, 2019. Figure it out yourself."

What wakes Suzie up at night is an obvious answer. It's always that day. The day when she watched her family drown, unable to do anything to help them. The nightmare is always underwater, in a pitch black sea. She tries to swim to her family, but the closer she gets the farther she feels they are.

A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?

"Oh, I don't know... maybe I'll give him a dollar or something. Actually, no. Probably just an apology that I can't help. As much as I'd like to, my family never had much to give."

Suzie feels bad for the world. She knows it sucks, and growing up Suzie is more than aware that hard times can happen to anyone. But it is that same knowledge that makes her hesitant to extend a hand to strangers. If Suzie has next-to-nothing to give and gives it away, then nothing changes save for the roles being swapped.

A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?

"We're on an island. Not only that, but an island in the Pacific Northwest. Who in God's name is going to waste their time getting over here to cause the alarm to go off?"

Should an intruder scenario takes place, Suzie feels like she'd follow standard protocol, like all the emergency school drills she had done growing up. Worst case scenario, she has to hide for her own safety. But surely that wouldn't have to happen... right?
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