[CHAR] The Resistance [High-Casual] (Superhuman RP)

[The Mad Hatter]

In the event that we have a lot of character dropouts, replacements o/or deaths, I am reserving this first post for a character linked list.

Jacques & Ruben Perrot played by The Mad Hatter (GM)
Ilyaas Mahmud Al-Shabaab played by DJAtomika
Piper Hannah played by Blue Demon
Drake played by Drake Baku Withdrawn
Wang Xing Yu AKA Wendy played by ayzrules
Naomi Mendez played by t2wave
Jeff played by Shanks
Katerina Sapienti played by dreamingflowers
Phoebe Evan played by XLegs
Kayin Okoro played by breathing_towers_to_hell

[The Mad Hatter]

Jacques “Jack” Perrot - Feral

“You stink like shit. And I can smell even down here.”

Name:
Jacques Perrot

Alias/Nickname:
He is most commonly referred to as “Jack” and sometimes people call him “Jaguar” or “Jackal” as a joke.
His codename, used on missions, is “Feral”.

Age:
Twenty four (24)

Sex:
Male ♂

Sexuality:
Homosexual - Gay.
Despite his sexuality, Jacques will react to the pheromones a female emits when she is ovulating or in heat, due to instinct.

“If this doesn't come back to bite you in the ass, I will.”

Appearance:

Reference Image

Jacques has a rather rugged yet handsome sort of appearance, with his smothered back waves of chocolate colored hair that falls to his jaw, which always has just a hint of stubble; his deep, dark green eyes with slit pupils and rather long lashes for a man; his just barely protruding, high cheekbones and his devilish, sharp-toothed smirk. His skin is sun-kissed and speckled with dark hairs, stretched over compact muscles and calloused on the hands and feet.

Height:
5'4” or 162cm

Weight:
172lbs or 78kg

Body Type:
Due to his relatively low height, Jacques often seems broader than he actually is. He is made of compact muscle mass that is positioned in a rather odd way for a regular human, due to his ability to run on all fours. Especially his forearm and calf is bulgier than what could be considered normal.

Distinguishing Marks:
Because of his mutation, Jacques has certain animal-like features, such as slit pupils, sharp teeth and long, claw-like nails. He also has some quite unusual birthmarks on his back, which appear to be clouded spots, much like one would see on a leopard.

Clothing Style:
Jacques likes to wear military style pants, with the many pockets, slightly loose fit and greenish to brown colors. He tend to favor white or gray shirts, whether they be button-down or simple tees. He always wears his light tan cowboy hat and his snake skin boots.

“You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.”

Personality:
With a sarcastic, rough and sort of morbid sense of humor, a temper that is not to be messed with and enough confidence for five, Jacques is an acquired taste to most. He is quite rude and does not hold back for taboos, does not care about being offensive and has little to no respect for personal space. His friendship is hard to gain and easy to lose, but he feels a “flock” like connection to other supers that makes him feel a need to serve and protect them if need be.
When he speaks, he grunts, growls, hisses and purrs, in sync with the correct display of emotion. When he gets very angry, he sounds like a roaring lion.
If faced with situations that are particularly stressful to him, he reacts by getting angry. When he gets sad, he gets angry. When he gets hurt, he gets angry. Really, anger is his defense mechanism.
On the rare occasion that he actually feels happy, Jacques walks around tweeting like a bird, smiling like a fool and actually complimenting people.
When faced with an ovulating woman or an animal in heat, he usually hides away until the scents disappear and refuse to talk to anyone about it afterward.

Biography:

:-D

Jacques and Ruben were born in the early fall, when the leaves were just beginning to change color. They were born into an idyllic little family, with a loving mother, a hard-working father and an older sister that acted as their guide in the ways of the world. They had all the toys they could ever want, a large yard to play in and nothing stood in their way of what they could do but their own imaginations.

Being twins, Jacques and Ruben were closer knit than most siblings. They did everything together right from the moment they were born. Even the first day of their life, Jacques curled around his brother for warmth in the crib and Ruben held him like something that needed to be protected.
No one said a thing about Jacques slit pupils or the odd shapes of the marks on his back, because nothing needed to be said. It was clear what he was.
The fact that Jacques' mutation was so obvious, made his parents keep a closer eye on him than they did on Ruben. And with good reason, too. About the time Ruben even learned how to hold his head properly, Jacques was already snailing around on his belly and by the time Ruben started getting into crawling positions, Jacques was already climbing up trees. However, by the time Ruben learned how to walk, Jacques was still crawling and showed no interest in standing. He did not walk until he was nearly three years old.
But still, every night, Jacques would curl up next to his brother and Ruben would wrap him up like something precious that needed protection.

By the time the boys were ready to start school, Jacques had already begun transforming. He could become a pig, a cow and a chicken. As soon as his parents had realized what it was that made him able to change, they stopped letting him try new foods and thanked all sorts of deities that had not yet served him anything exotic.
School was tough. Jacques had a hard time concentrating about all the new things he needed to learn. He longed to be outside; running around and – doing something. He was not quite sure what it was he felt he needed to do, but sitting still and listening to a teacher drawl on about math was not it.
Two years later, he was expelled for attacking another student and his parents thought it best to home school him, where he could get the perfect mix of work and play that he needed.

As Jacques' control of his powers grew greater, his relationship with his brother grew weaker. Every day they spent apart, with Ruben going to school and getting smart and Jacques staying home and running wild, they drifted further apart. Within a year, sleeping was all they did together. Jacques would curl up next to his brother and Ruben would loosely drape an arm over him, like something he was allowing out of habit.

When the boys turned eight, Jacques' animalistic tendencies had grown so strong that their father felt he needed something more. That was the first time he took Jacques hunting. It was great. Jacques learned to concentrate, focus and wait. His patience improved greatly and his need to be outside and run wild was sated for longer periods. His instincts to hunt, maim and kill whatever seemed like suitable prey almost vanished and he did not wrestle his brother against his will quite as much.
While Jacques and their father was out hunting, Ruben was left alone with their mother, who took it upon herself to try and fill that emptiness she saw in her son's eyes and taught him how to draw and paint. It quickly became their thing and they did it every weekend while Jacques and their father was away.
The brothers got a bit tighter again. The divide Jacques' power had created started to crumble away and before another year had passed, Ruben again held his brother like something precious to be protected.

Life went on and Jacques even got well enough to go back to school during the week and spend the weekends hunting with his father. Ruben helped he as much as he could in understanding all he school stuff he had gotten behind on and the boys grew as close as they had ever been. Even on the weekends, Jacques asked his father that they return home at night, despite the fact that it would be much easier to camp out, in order to spend the night curled up at his brother's side.

A couple of years later, just before the boys turned eleven, their parents got divorced. The strain that keeping Jacques in line put on their father and the worry that Ruben's hollowness instilled in their mother grated on their relationship and eventually tore them apart. Despite the fact that the twins were technically the reason behind their divorce, the parents assured them that they were not at fault.
There was a lot of negotiation on where the children would live. The oldest was old enough to pick herself that she wanted to live with her mother, but the boys each wanted to live with the pother parent; Jacques wanted to keep hunting with his father while Ruben wanted to keep drawing with his mother, but they did not want to be separated. Eventually, it was decided that it was more important that Jacques stayed with their father than that Ruben could draw with his mother.

That was when they moved away from their home, their country and everything they knew. Aside from their own belongings and their father's clothes, everything they got was new. The boys got separate rooms for the first time of their lives, but Jacques made short progress of moving his bed into Ruben's room, which greatly annoyed their father, but a low growl torn from his son's throat made him rethink his idea of moving it back.
With their mother no longer around to watch and entertain Ruben while Jacques and their father went hunting, they now had to find an activity for the quiet boy to enjoy and the idea came to their father as soon as he found Ruben dismantling a radio car in order to see what was going on inside of it.
During the week, the boys went to school, did their homework and played like regular children. Jacques was never exposed as a super to the school, instead having his peers think he was merely weird and he saw no reason to change that. Every other weekend, they went hunting and while Jacques and their father murdered innocent animals, Ruben sat and drew. The other half of the weekends, they worked on cars they bought from the junkyards, got driving ready again and sold. Jacques got a guitar to pass the time with while his father and brother worked and found that he quite liked it.

Life was good for about three years. Then the Technopath came and his Crusaders were roaming the streets, killing people just like Jacques. The small family hid away, with Jacques taking control and leading them to safety while in the shape of an elephant. They hid away in a house that was barely standing for a few days and Jacques gave up sleep so that he could listen for any signs of the metal warriors that wanted him dead.
But a few days was all they managed, because even Jacques had to sleep eventually and neither Ruben nor their father knew what to do if the Crusaders did come around.
Of course, luck has a way of failing you when you need it the most and a Crusader did find its way to the house. Ruben noticed it before it noticed him and he hurried to wake up his brother, who groggily responded that he should take their father and run; the Crusaders only really wanted supers, after all. Although Ruben did not want to, their father was quick to tug the boy along and away from Jacques as the super changed from his human form to a rhino.

As soon as Ruben and their father managed to get outside, the Crusader locked in on them. Despite neither of them possessing any sort of mutation, it lunged forwards and grabbed a devastating hold of Ruben's leg, crushing the limb as if it was a lump of butter and drawing an agonized scream from his throat. Fueled by fear, adrenaline and pain, Ruben lunged out his left hand, his right still in the tight grip of his father's, and released all of these feeling into that one blow. Something happened inside him and he felt the rush of energy that went through his arms and out his fists as it reverberated into the metal body of the Crusader, causing enough vibrations in the metal to make it shatter like a dropped glass. The vibrations surged through the arm holding his leg and he fell to the ground with blood pouring from the now-missing limb like a river. He automatically squeezed his left hand against the wound, not even noticing that he had been burnt by the heating of the metal as it vibrated.
He never noticed that his father was no longer holding his right hand, either.

Jacques, now alone, got ready to charge at the Crusader and was just about to head outside when he heard the blood-chilling scream of agony that he easily recognized as his brother's voice, followed by what sounded like metal clattering to the ground.
Quickly, or as quickly as his body would allow, Jacques changed back to his human shape and, naked as the day he was born, hurried outside. The sight before him made his stomach lurch and his eyes water. Ruben was on the ground, panting and sweating, with a glossy look in his eyes as blood leaked in a rapid flow from his left thigh, where the rest of the leg was scattered around in bloody chunks. His left hand was pressed tightly against the wound, but even with all the blood that was covering it, Jacques could tell that the hand was injured as well.
As soon as the shock of his brother's state wore off, Jacques hurried to his side and roamed his hands above his skin, never actually touching him and at total odds on what to do. He glanced around him hurriedly, finding nothing but bloody chunks of flesh and metal scrap scattered about. There was no sight of the Crusader, nor of their father.
Finally, Jacques decided to shift to his rhino form again and within a few moments, he was carrying his unconscious brother on his back as he galloped through the streets. Even with no power, the hospital was still Ruben's best chance of survival. By a rare stroke of luck, they actually managed to get there alive.

Jacques was not allowed in the room while a team of doctors and nurses took the paper-pale boy away.
The surgery took hours. Jacques even managed to doze off bit and get some much needed sleep, despite the lack of a warm body he could curl around like he had with Ruben since birth. Eventually, a doctor came out and informed him that Rube would survive and that he was in chemical coma because he had woken up during the surgery and had literally punched one of the nurses flying through the room. Or rather, he had punched into the air and sent the nurse flying through the room with a shock wave. Luckily, the nurse was more startled than injured and had only sustained a sprained wrist.
Jacques' first reaction was absolute joy. Not only was his brother going to be all right, but he was a super, just like him. It made his insides feel like someone had dumped ice straight into his bloodstream when he realized that it meant that Ruben was in just as much danger of getting killed by Crusaders as he was and that he had literally sent the boy out into the arms of the enemy, even if he had thought that it was his enemy alone.

Before Ruben could wake, the hospital was raided as well and Jacques was once more forced to carry the dead weight of his brother as he fled for their lives. This time, he took it to the sewers, where he found the Resistance hiding underground.
It was a couple of days before Ruben woke up and once he did and Jacques told him that their father had gone missing, he realized what had happened and pretty much shut down. He spent the next few months brooding and recovering, all the while being comepletely useless to the Resistance while Jacques went hunting, scavenged food in the shape of a cat, dog, rat and whatever else he thought of as well as found and recruited other supers to join them.

After half a year of being useless, Ruben was finally finished feeling sorry for himself. He began making plans for the construction for his new leg and, at first, he had Jacques collect the things he needed. He quickly realized that his brother was an imbecile, though, and recruited some outside help from the Fixers.

Skills:
Jacques is a quite talented hunter with a rifle; with his enhanced senses and reflexes, he can both track down his prey and pull the trigger before they can run. He is even more talented when in an animal form suited for hunting, due to having the physical abilities of the animal, but the logical mind of a human.
He is also a bit of a musician and has played the guitar since his childhood years, though he plays less and less.

Powers:
Biological Alteration; Shapeshifting.
The ability to transform and reshape oneself on a genetic and cellular level. Jacques' particular ability only allows him to take the shape of animals; and only animals that his body knows the genetic code of. He has to consume part of the animal for him to gain its form, whether it be eating their flesh, drinking their blood or even just sharing saliva with it.
His mutation has the added side-effect of him having bestial traits even when in his own, humanoid, form, such as sharp teeth, claws and slit pupils, not to mention improved sense of smell, hearing and sight as well as extreme dexterity, reflexes and flexibility.

“You're just jealous 'cause I can lick my own junk.”

Other:
Although born and raised in France, Jacques does not have as thick an accent as one could fear. It is not hard to tell that his native tongue is French, but he is easy enough to understand and have learned to pronounce his “h”es and “st”s.
Due to his very high metabolism, Jacques can eat pretty much anything he wants and has to eat fatty foods frequently or he will get light headed and start trembling. This has lead to him eating some rather nasty things and he was at one point caught licking mayo straight out of the jar.
Jacques is extremely claustrophobic. Being contained, unable to move or even just tied up will send him into a fit of panic, which usually results in him going feral.

Ruben “Legs” Perrot - Iron

“Just gimme a moment, I just need to finish this...”

Name:
Ruben Perrot

Alias/Nickname:
His brother gave him the nickname “Legs”, which caught on rather quickly and he is now more commonly referred to than his actual name.
His codename used on missions is as simple as “Iron”.

Age:
Twenty four (24)

Sex:
Male ♂

Sexuality:
Heterosexual - Straight

“This might seem a bit weird, but can I paint you?”

Appearance:

Reference Image

Ruben is a handsome man, with messy chocolate curls and warm, dark green eyes and sun-kissed skin stretched over lean muscle. His face is a mesh of boyishly cute and manly handsome that causes him to have a sort of eternal teenager look.

Height:
5'4” or 162cm

Weight:
150lbs or 68kg

Body Type:
Although relatively short, Ruben's figure is quite lean and even comes off a bit lanky when seen next to his brother.

Distinguishing Marks:
Ruben lost his left leg in a battle against some Crusaders and has a prosthetic leg as a result thereof. He has some seriously hideous burn scars on his left hand, which he usually hides by wearing a glove. He has several other scars all over his body, but none that really stand out.

Clothing Style:
Ruben prefers a very casual style of clothing, favoring tank tops, tees and the occasional sweater along with sweats, jeans and the occasional slacks. All of his pants have had the left leg removed and zippered back on for easy access to his prosthetic leg.

“Would you hand me my leg?”

Personality:
Ruben is a soft spoken, very accepting person and sort of a pushover. Through his entire life, he has always had someone that was dominant, confident and sometimes downright forceful at his side that made it hard or him to do his own thing. He goes with the flow and does not get upset when he does not get his way. In fact, making him upset is quite hard to do as he is used to being mocked on a near-daily basis, even if it was not meant as harshly as it sounded.
Despite being a friendly person, Ruben rarely, if ever, makes friends. He has a lot of acquaintances, but it takes extraordinary measures for someone to reach “friend” status in his mind. He has very little people that he actually cares for and even those are replaceable to him.
When Ruben is happy, he likes to joke around and work with his hands, whether it be messing with his leg or some other type of machinery or by sketching or painting. He generally prefers to be in company of as many people as possible.
On the rare occasion that Ruben actually does get angry, he just punches things. There is no need for yelling, arguing or name-calling; he will go straight from calm and collected to sending people flying through walls.
On the even rarer occasion that he gets sad, Ruben isolates himself from absolutely everyone and nurses the feeling with terrible childhood memories, sad thoughts of the life he thought he would have and sketching or painting sad things. It is not his purpose to stay sad, he just naturally does.

Biography:

:-D

Jacques and Ruben were born in the early fall, when the leaves were just beginning to change color. They were born into an idyllic little family, with a loving mother, a hard-working father and an older sister that acted as their guide in the ways of the world. They had all the toys they could ever want, a large yard to play in and nothing stood in their way of what they could do but their own imaginations.

Being twins, Jacques and Ruben were closer knit than most siblings. They did everything together right from the moment they were born. Even the first day of their life, Jacques curled around his brother for warmth in the crib and Ruben held him like something that needed to be protected.
No one said a thing about Jacques slit pupils or the odd shapes of the marks on his back, because nothing needed to be said. It was clear what he was.
The fact that Jacques' mutation was so obvious, made his parents keep a closer eye on him than they did on Ruben. And with good reason, too. About the time Ruben even learned how to hold his head properly, Jacques was already snailing around on his belly and by the time Ruben started getting into crawling positions, Jacques was already climbing up trees. However, by the time Ruben learned how to walk, Jacques was still crawling and showed no interest in standing. He did not walk until he was nearly three years old.
But still, every night, Jacques would curl up next to his brother and Ruben would wrap him up like something precious that needed protection.

By the time the boys were ready to start school, Jacques had already begun transforming. He could become a pig, a cow and a chicken. As soon as his parents had realized what it was that made him able to change, they stopped letting him try new foods and thanked all sorts of deities that had not yet served him anything exotic.
School was tough. Jacques had a hard time concentrating about all the new things he needed to learn. He longed to be outside; running around and – doing something. He was not quite sure what it was he felt he needed to do, but sitting still and listening to a teacher drawl on about math was not it.
Two years later, he was expelled for attacking another student and his parents thought it best to home school him, where he could get the perfect mix of work and play that he needed.

As Jacques' control of his powers grew greater, his relationship with his brother grew weaker. Every day they spent apart, with Ruben going to school and getting smart and Jacques staying home and running wild, they drifted further apart. Within a year, sleeping was all they did together. Jacques would curl up next to his brother and Ruben would loosely drape an arm over him, like something he was allowing out of habit.

When the boys turned eight, Jacques' animalistic tendencies had grown so strong that their father felt he needed something more. That was the first time he took Jacques hunting. It was great. Jacques learned to concentrate, focus and wait. His patience improved greatly and his need to be outside and run wild was sated for longer periods. His instincts to hunt, maim and kill whatever seemed like suitable prey almost vanished and he did not wrestle his brother against his will quite as much.
While Jacques and their father was out hunting, Ruben was left alone with their mother, who took it upon herself to try and fill that emptiness she saw in her son's eyes and taught him how to draw and paint. It quickly became their thing and they did it every weekend while Jacques and their father was away.
The brothers got a bit tighter again. The divide Jacques' power had created started to crumble away and before another year had passed, Ruben again held his brother like something precious to be protected.

Life went on and Jacques even got well enough to go back to school during the week and spend the weekends hunting with his father. Ruben helped he as much as he could in understanding all he school stuff he had gotten behind on and the boys grew as close as they had ever been. Even on the weekends, Jacques asked his father that they return home at night, despite the fact that it would be much easier to camp out, in order to spend the night curled up at his brother's side.

A couple of years later, just before the boys turned eleven, their parents got divorced. The strain that keeping Jacques in line put on their father and the worry that Ruben's hollowness instilled in their mother grated on their relationship and eventually tore them apart. Despite the fact that the twins were technically the reason behind their divorce, the parents assured them that they were not at fault.
There was a lot of negotiation on where the children would live. The oldest was old enough to pick herself that she wanted to live with her mother, but the boys each wanted to live with the pother parent; Jacques wanted to keep hunting with his father while Ruben wanted to keep drawing with his mother, but they did not want to be separated. Eventually, it was decided that it was more important that Jacques stayed with their father than that Ruben could draw with his mother.

That was when they moved away from their home, their country and everything they knew. Aside from their own belongings and their father's clothes, everything they got was new. The boys got separate rooms for the first time of their lives, but Jacques made short progress of moving his bed into Ruben's room, which greatly annoyed their father, but a low growl torn from his son's throat made him rethink his idea of moving it back.
With their mother no longer around to watch and entertain Ruben while Jacques and their father went hunting, they now had to find an activity for the quiet boy to enjoy and the idea came to their father as soon as he found Ruben dismantling a radio car in order to see what was going on inside of it.
During the week, the boys went to school, did their homework and played like regular children. Jacques was never exposed as a super to the school, instead having his peers think he was merely weird and he saw no reason to change that. Every other weekend, they went hunting and while Jacques and their father murdered innocent animals, Ruben sat and drew. The other half of the weekends, they worked on cars they bought from the junkyards, got driving ready again and sold. Jacques got a guitar to pass the time with while his father and brother worked and found that he quite liked it.

Life was good for about three years. Then the Technopath came and his Crusaders were roaming the streets, killing people just like Jacques. The small family hid away, with Jacques taking control and leading them to safety while in the shape of an elephant. They hid away in a house that was barely standing for a few days and Jacques gave up sleep so that he could listen for any signs of the metal warriors that wanted him dead.
But a few days was all they managed, because even Jacques had to sleep eventually and neither Ruben nor their father knew what to do if the Crusaders did come around.
Of course, luck has a way of failing you when you need it the most and a Crusader did find its way to the house. Ruben noticed it before it noticed him and he hurried to wake up his brother, who groggily responded that he should take their father and run; the Crusaders only really wanted supers, after all. Although Ruben did not want to, their father was quick to tug the boy along and away from Jacques as the super changed from his human form to a rhino.

As soon as Ruben and their father managed to get outside, the Crusader locked in on them. Despite neither of them possessing any sort of mutation, it lunged forwards and grabbed a devastating hold of Ruben's leg, crushing the limb as if it was a lump of butter and drawing an agonized scream from his throat. Fueled by fear, adrenaline and pain, Ruben lunged out his left hand, his right still in the tight grip of his father's, and released all of these feeling into that one blow. Something happened inside him and he felt the rush of energy that went through his arms and out his fists as it reverberated into the metal body of the Crusader, causing enough vibrations in the metal to make it shatter like a dropped glass. The vibrations surged through the arm holding his leg and he fell to the ground with blood pouring from the now-missing limb like a river. He automatically squeezed his left hand against the wound, not even noticing that he had been burnt by the heating of the metal as it vibrated.
He never noticed that his father was no longer holding his right hand, either.

Jacques, now alone, got ready to charge at the Crusader and was just about to head outside when he heard the blood-chilling scream of agony that he easily recognized as his brother's voice, followed by what sounded like metal clattering to the ground.
Quickly, or as quickly as his body would allow, Jacques changed back to his human shape and, naked as the day he was born, hurried outside. The sight before him made his stomach lurch and his eyes water. Ruben was on the ground, panting and sweating, with a glossy look in his eyes as blood leaked in a rapid flow from his left thigh, where the rest of the leg was scattered around in bloody chunks. His left hand was pressed tightly against the wound, but even with all the blood that was covering it, Jacques could tell that the hand was injured as well.
As soon as the shock of his brother's state wore off, Jacques hurried to his side and roamed his hands above his skin, never actually touching him and at total odds on what to do. He glanced around him hurriedly, finding nothing but bloody chunks of flesh and metal scrap scattered about. There was no sight of the Crusader, nor of their father.
Finally, Jacques decided to shift to his rhino form again and within a few moments, he was carrying his unconscious brother on his back as he galloped through the streets. Even with no power, the hospital was still Ruben's best chance of survival. By a rare stroke of luck, they actually managed to get there alive.

Jacques was not allowed in the room while a team of doctors and nurses took the paper-pale boy away.
The surgery took hours. Jacques even managed to doze off bit and get some much needed sleep, despite the lack of a warm body he could curl around like he had with Ruben since birth. Eventually, a doctor came out and informed him that Rube would survive and that he was in chemical coma because he had woken up during the surgery and had literally punched one of the nurses flying through the room. Or rather, he had punched into the air and sent the nurse flying through the room with a shock wave. Luckily, the nurse was more startled than injured and had only sustained a sprained wrist.
Jacques' first reaction was absolute joy. Not only was his brother going to be all right, but he was a super, just like him. It made his insides feel like someone had dumped ice straight into his bloodstream when he realized that it meant that Ruben was in just as much danger of getting killed by Crusaders as he was and that he had literally sent the boy out into the arms of the enemy, even if he had thought that it was his enemy alone.

Before Ruben could wake, the hospital was raided as well and Jacques was once more forced to carry the dead weight of his brother as he fled for their lives. This time, he took it to the sewers, where he found the Resistance hiding underground.
It was a couple of days before Ruben woke up and once he did and Jacques told him that their father had gone missing, he realized what had happened and pretty much shut down. He spent the next few months brooding and recovering, all the while being comepletely useless to the Resistance while Jacques went hunting, scavenged food in the shape of a cat, dog, rat and whatever else he thought of as well as found and recruited other supers to join them.

After half a year of being useless, Ruben was finally finished feeling sorry for himself. He began making plans for the construction for his new leg and, at first, he had Jacques collect the things he needed. He quickly realized that his brother was an imbecile, though, and recruited some outside help from the Fixers.

Skills:
Ruben is a skilled artist. He is almost always carrying around a sketchbook and has a pencil stuck behind his ear and draws on a daily basis. He paints as well, though he is not quite as good with a brush as he is with a pen.
Before the Technopath took over, Ruben dreamed of being a mechanical engineer. As such, he is pretty good at working with metal, machinery and motors. He even crafted his own prosthetic leg.

Powers:
Kinetic Force; Shock-waves
Ruben is able to deliver impact of concussive force, whether directly or remotely, which can knock the target back and cause internal and external damage. He can achieve this either by direct physical force or through a pulse of energy.
If the impact is delivered through physical force, such as a punch or a kick, the shockwave will reverberate through the struck target and may cause some serious internal damage. If the impact is delivered from a distance, the shockwave will feel much like being hit by an invisible ball or wall, depending on the distance, and will mainly cause external damage. The greater the distance, the wider is the area of effect, but the force is also weaker.
Ruben's power is heavily impacted by his emotions; especially the distress he experiences from physical harm. Esentially, the more pain he is in, the stronger his powers get. Other, regular, emotions merely trigger the physical reaction that causes the kinetic energy to build in his body.

“It might be oil, it might be grease, but it's probably paint.”

Other:
Although born and raised in France, Ruben does not have as thick an accent as one could fear. It is not hard to tell that his native tongue is French, but he is easy enough to understand and have learned to pronounce his “h”es and “st”s.
Due to his very high metabolism, Ruben can eat pretty much anything he wants and has to eat fatty foods frequently or he will get light headed and start trembling. He oftentimes forgets this, leading to him being rather thin. This might also be due to the fact that he is quite picky.

”First Impressions” for Jacques and Ruben

Ruben
Jacques
It's sort of weird to describe how I feel about Ruben. Of course, I care about him. We've been together almost every day of our lives. But he's sort of fake. He'll just go along with anything that other people want to do, even if it's not something he likes to do. I might protect him a bit more than I should, but I can't help it. He's my baby brother, ya kno'?

Jacques
Ruben
It's hard to say, really. Jacques is my brother; my twin brother. I love him to death and all that, but he's just so... much, sometimes. I really wish he'd just lay off of me sometimes, so I can get to do things my own way. And I really wish he'd stop being such a jerk to other people; he's making it sort of hard for me to make friends.

Ilyaas Mahmud Al-Shabaab
Jacques
I don't really like him. I don't dislike him, either. I just sort of … nothing him. I realize he's there, of course. He's nice enough, I guess, I just don't really want to, ya kno', be friends or anything.
Ruben likes him well enough, though, so I'm kinda dragged into conversation every now and then.

Ruben
Mahmud is all right. He's nice, easy to talk to and not the pushy sort that takes over the conversation. He's sort of old, but it's not like he can help that. I like talking to him well enough and I think I might even consider him someone I would call a friend.
Jacques doesn't seem to like him much, though, so I try to keep him at a distance. Jacques, that is, not Mahmud.

Piper Hannah
Jacques
You know, I'm not the type of person that really respect other human beings, however assholish that sounds, but Piper is one tough cookie. She hasn't even got any powers, yet she tries her best against that mecha-making jackass of a technopath. She's got some spunk and I respect that.
Ruben has a bit of a crush on her, I think. I can tell because of the slight rise in his temperature, the distinct scent of his hormonal change and, well, because he's my twin brother and I know everything about him.

Ruben
Piper is, uhh, easy on the eyes. That's the first thing that comes to mind. She's also brave and cool and nice; I mean, she's got more going on that just her looks. She and her Fixers helped me get the parts I needed to construct my leg, so I'm eternally grateful to her.
For some reason, Jacques act sort of different when she's around. He's not as … jerkish. He acts kinda like a dog, however weird that sounds.

Wendy
Jacques
She reminds me of a prey animal. She's kinda … meh. I kinda get the feeling that she doesn't like me, though that might just be my imagination.
Ruben likes her well enough, but he also find her attractive. Not “blood rushing to groin” attractive, but enough to cast an appreciative look at her when she isn't looking his way. He thinks I don't notice.
(A/N I'm going by the assumption that Wendy wouldn't like Jacques too much, due to the fact that he is kind of a jerk most of the time and your description of her personality made her seem like she wouldn't like that since he is pretty much hurtful to people without a second thought, even if it is not his outright intention to be hurtful.)

Ruben
I don't really know how I feel about Wendy. I mean, she's nice and really friendly, but she always seems to be holding back a bit, like there's something more she wants to say, but yet doesn't at the same time.
Jacques acts like a super douche to her, for some reason. I really can't figure out why. She's so nice and all that even Jacques should at least tolerate her.
(A/N Again, going on the assumption that she wouldn't like Jacques very much, coupled with the fact that she doesn't like hurting people's feelings, she likely wouldn't want to tell Ruben that she thinks his brother is an asshole.)

Naomi Mendez
Jacques
This chick knows what she's about. She's herself and she's proud of it; I can respect that. I haven't really talked to her much, since she sticks with her family most of the time. That's cool, though; I always have Ruben following me around like a lost puppy, anyways.
I think she's just about the only girl that Ruben doesn't sneak glances at, though I don't know why. She's attractive, for a woman, I think.

Ruben
I find her somewhat aloof, like she doesn't really want to bond with anyone, but that might just be because she sticks with her family the most.
Jacques tend to stare at her, which I'm pretty sure must freak the poor thing out. I don't know why he does it and I'm not sure I want to know. He can be a bit scary with his animal instincts and all that. Maybe he wants to eat her or something.

Jeff
Jacques
Ignoring the fact that I want to lick every inch of his skin, I guess that I could consider Jeff something along the lines of a friend. He seems to understand the condition of my abilities a little better than most and he really wants to be a good guy.
Of course Ruben likes him. He instantly likes anyone that I get along with, even if its' just a little bit.

Ruben
It seems like he really has to exert himself in order to socialize, but he does a really good job of being nice.
Even Jacques seems to like him in a friendly manner, although he is not as stealthy as he thinks with his drooling.

Katerina Sapienti
Jacques
She's shy and a total pushover. Not my cup of tea.
Ruben seems to have the same idea. Even if he does appreciate her appearance, her personality is not for him.

Ruben
She seems very distant and shy and I kind of get the feeling that she just goes along with anything.
Jacques says she's like me, but I don't really see it.

Phoebe Evans
Jacques
I like this girl. She's sincere, she's herself and she actually want to know about my power. She's one of the few people who actually tries to get what parts of me are actually me and what parts are my instincts. It warms my heart, even if she is a little brat that I have to drag along when I go to the surface.
Ruben likes her, too. He likes everyone that I like. He likes her more than I do, though, heh.

Ruben
Her enthusiasm in learning new things is really something and I honestly do like her company, even if I don't really care for her asking about my power. She's cute, though. I mean, it's not like... Nevermind...
Jacques calls her “the pup” when she's not around. She might not know, but I think he's sort of adopted her.

Kayin Okoro
Jacques
I don't like being around her. She freaks me out; especially when she gets all blank all of a sudden. I think the reason she freaks me out is, I dunno, her illness reminds me of what my powers do to me. I know it's not the same thing by a long stretch, but it's just ... It feels similar, to me. It feels weak, to me. Also, she smells. Not that she smells bad or anything, she just reeks of blood most of the time and I'm afraid I might go into bloodlust.
Ruben is always so careful around her; like he's trying to coax a cat out of hiding or something. He's very careful with his tone and facial expressions. Kinda makes me wish I had that kind of control over myself.

Ruben
It's hard to explain why I feel the need to be around her, but I do. It's sort of like she's a child, even though she's the same age as le chiot, ah, I mean the Puppy - the Phoebe - Phoebe. She's having trouble sleeping, too, like I do when Jacques isn't here. I've considered asking her to sleep with me, non, pas droit, I mean, like sleep next to me not the... other thing. I'm not like that.
Jacques seems terrified of her. I guess he can sense something that I can't, or maybe he's just uncomfortable with her condition. It's hard to say and we never really talk of big, important things like that.

[DJAtomika]

Ilyaas Mahmud Al-Shabaab

"Hi, welcome to Sultan Electronics, how may I help you?”

Name: Ilyaas Mahmud Al-Shabaab (or just Mahmud for short)

Alias: Nice Guy

Age: 42

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Straight

“We provide a wide range of televisions, radios and other electronic appliances at cheap prices, warranty guaranteed.”

Appearance:

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 170 pounds

Body Type: His body type is well enough muscled for his age, even though he doesn't work out too much; broad shoulders, strong arms, tight, packed abs and a muscled back, all remnants from his construction job.

Distinguishing Marks: -

Clothing Style: He dresses rather casually, in a shirt and jeans and sneakers. Nothing really special about him. He has a string bracelet around his left wrist, a reminder of home.

“Perhaps you would be interested in our range of premium cable sets? They are able to receive as many as one hundred and fifty channels, both local and from overseas.”

Personality: Ilyaas is a quiet, soft spoken man. Kind hearted and compassionate, he is the sort of person that would help anyone that needs help. Sadly his time spent working dead end jobs with horrible colleagues has made him cynical and withdrawn, and although his original personality is more dominant, bits and pieces of it unravel at times when he'd upset, angry, frightened or otherwise stressed. In states of extreme pressure, he grows cold and distant to regain his focus and composure.

Biography: Born in Iraq, Ilyaas came to America with the slight hope that he could find a good life and a good job to finance his family back home. Sadly, that was never to be. He landed himself in a construction firm simply as the labour, and he worked his ass off for minimum wage for years, barely able to support himself in his rented room. He wasn't all that unique, just another face in the crowd that passed by the coffee shops and grocery stores every day.

When he discovered his powers, it was during a very stressing day at work. His vitriolic colleagues had harassed him to the point of him almost breaking down, but he persevered and fought through everything to complete his work for the day. When it came time to sign out, however, he found that suddenly everyone was ignoring him, and not just his colleagues too. Everyone. People on the street, bus drivers, the cashier at a diner he went to, everyone seemed to not notice him. It wasn't until he realised that point, then willed himself to be noticeable, that his presence was suddenly acknowledged. Thus he realised his ability: to become invisible at will.

He's old enough to have seen and lived through the invasion by the Crusaders and the Technopath. His powers helped him immensely; after all, even the big bad is human. His powers apparently extended through the cameras that popped up all over the city, as well as the sensors within the Crusaders. Virtually invisible, he was free to roam about the city, but life would never be the same. He joined the Resistance mainly because his ability allowed him to walk amongst the enemy unnoticed.

Skills: Estimation and guesswork are his mainstays from his previous time as a construction worker, while number crunching and observation stem from his current experience as a store clerk and cashier.

Powers: Ilyaas has the power of perception filtering; now what that means is that he is able to filter and affect the perceptions of people around him to exclude him from their attention. For example, he can alter the perceptions of people around him to not notice him even though he is standing amongst them. He is able to do things to them or change the environment around them and they will not notice his physical presence at all, not until he turns off his power. People under the spell of this power will often attribute his actions as due to their own luck or unobservant behaviour or clumsiness, and the mesmer is powerful enough to work on anyone within in a twenty foot circle around him. He will even "disappear" from things like video feeds, security cameras, phone cameras and other video or imaging devices; even though he is physically present in the feeds, he will not be noticed by whoever is watching unless he lowers his mesmer.

In essence he can make himself invisible without actually physically turning invisible.

_{“...you aren't listening to me are you.”}

[Blue Demon]

Piper Hannah

“Nobody gets to live life backward. Look ahead, that is where your future lies.”

Name:
Piper Hannah

Nicknames:
Pipes
Diva

Alias:
Piper Paisley

Age:
28

Sex:
Female

Sexuality:
Equal Opportunity

“Smiling at death seems like a pretty bold act. And so I smile like a damned fool.”

Appearance:

Piper is an attractive Lady of Color. She has an afro that she takes good care of. She likes wearing large, dangling earrings. She isn't as dark skinned as some African Americans, but she's not considered lighter either. She has black eyes and rosy lips (all-natural, thank you). She was graced with a solid complexion. Piper is most proud of her curvy figure. If she's out and about she's usually showing it off.

Height:
5'7" or 170cm

Weight:
160lbs or 80kg

Body Type:
Curvaceous

Distinguishing Marks:
Piper has a tattoo on the back of her right upper arm.

Clothing Style:
Retro. Usually sometimes in the 60s era. Unless working then Piper wears coveralls.

“Dance. Smile. Giggle. Marvel. TRUST. HOPE. LOVE. WISH. BELIEVE.”

Personality:
Most people consider Piper completely vain and self centered upon first impression. She cares about how she looks, knows she's good looking and isn't above using it to get her way. However once you get to know her, you'll find out that she's not above menial tasks. She doesn't mind getting dirty, wither it's for work or to help a stranger. She is also quite conscious of how other people feel. She believes in the best of everyone and is reluctant to believe bad of people. She is a loyal person and it's incredibly hard to loose her trust. Most of all she believes in doing the right thing and to have no regrets.

Piper loves to have a good time. Even if it's getting together with friends and chatting or going to a party. Piper is very much a social creature and needs to be around someone. The only exception is when she's working on a motorcycle. Then she'd rather be left alone.

Piper lastly is fatalistic. She knows she's going to die. In some ways she wants to. But she sure isn't going down without a fight. She goes into anything she does with a complete willingness and aforethought. The thing she expects to kill her is a Crusader, but she kind of hopes that one day she'll be able to "stick it" to the Technopath.

Biography:
Piper was the oldest child of two. Her younger brother Sam was a year younger than her. Her parents Dean and Carla were very wealthy. They gave her whatever she wanted, be it designer clothes or the newest toy. Her early childhood was a happy one. She and her brother had everything they could ever want or need. The only downside was that her parents were never around.

In Piper's teen years she dropped out of school. She then left home and went to work doing odd jobs around the town fixing things. That period of finding herself lead her to go back to a technical school so she could learn to work on motorcycles. It was also in this time that her brother discovered he was different. He came to live with Piper when she was seventeen and he was sixteen.

Life was good for the two. Sam was a junior in High School. He was working hard because he wanted to get into a good college. Piper also knew he worked harder because he didn't want to end up like Piper. Piper didn't mind, she was doing what she loved, even if she didn't have any money to support herself.

When Piper was eighteen the walls came up. Poor Sam never stood a chance. His powers were so passive that when the Crusaders invaded Piper's apartment he was dead within seconds. The horror and devastation left behind drove Piper away from her home and onto the streets. When the power never came back Piper ended up with a few other people who were good with fixing things. They called themselves the fixers and set off trying to find a sustainable power supply.

They scavenged and hoarded. As the city settled down in the ensuing years they began to grow in numbers. But not too many, never enough to draw attention to themselves for their main source of power was fallen Crusaders, before they could be cannibalized by their kin.

Piper, now twenty-eight, hadn't joined the resistance in the beginning. She had continued with the Fixers trying to find a way to escape. In fact, in some ways she still hasn't joined. But she and her fellow fixers give them whatever help they can. She maintains an apartment building and is quite respected by those who know her. No one knows she's a Fixer or part of the Resistance. Unless they're a part of it already.

Skills:

• Cooking
• Automotive Repair (Specializing in Motorcycles)
• Some Self-Defense (It's getting better)
• Saving Money
• Eidetic Memory
• Scavenging

Powers:
None. She's a normal human.

“In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take.”

First Impressions

Piper's

Jacques "Jack" Perrot
Jack's kind of a simple person. I don't really trust him. Well, I trust him to do what's best for him. Not for me. He seems like a good guy, but he endangers all that I've helped build. And that takes precedence over a lot of things. Though if he keeps away it's all good in my book.

Ruben "Legs" Perrot
When I first meet Ruben I though he was mute. I helped gather a few parts for his leg. But other than that I don't really know him. I think he prefers it that way.

Ilyaas Mahmud Al-Shabaab
Mahmud's a good guy. Even though I keep trying to call him Muhammad. I've done it a few times and it's made me feel super racist. It's because of Mahmud that the Resistance and I have formed a working relationship, even though I still remain apart.

Wendy Wang
Wendy is a naive. And I should know. We both try to see the best in people. Though she worries too much about offending other people. Which is weird because she's older than me. Which I tend to forget and sometimes start thinking of her as younger. I do hope I don't come off as condescendingly arrogant.

Naomi Mendez
The first thing I noticed about Naomi was her eyes. I even objected to her joining, though in the end I let her. However, I still keep an eye on her. She's hiding something. And I wont let my guard down until I know what it is.

Jeff
Jeff, or Silver Wolf (Which is a ridiculous name), is a patronizing ***. Just because I have no fancy powers he thinks I cannot defend myself. The guy really needs to learn to see the world in other hues than black and white. Just because I cannot throw down doesn't mean I can't take care of myself.

Katerina Sapienti
Kat's like a sister I never had. She just makes me want to hide her from the world. Which is kind of distracting. At least when I look at her I know she has people who care for her and she wont turn out like me.

Phoebe Evans
Phoebe is an odd ball. I see her watching me, but we've never talked. The young girl always just watches. In some ways, it's kind of creepy. I know lots of shy people. Around this city you never know who's a mutant and who's not. But I also know curiosity. One day she'll talk to me. Just not yet.

Kayin Okoro
If Kayin wasn't a teen, I would call her an absent minded professor. I've never talked to her, but something tragic lays behind her eyes. I cannot help but wonder who scarred her and why.

Brigitte St. Jeanne
When we first met she told me to call her "Boo". That was kind of... odd. But I meet a lot of odd people and shrugged it off. She doesn't say much but I'm sure she doesn't like me. Why? I think it's because she thinks I'm kind of a jerk.

Other's of Piper

Jacques "Jack" Perrot
You know, I'm not the type of person that really respect other human beings, however assholish that sounds, but Piper is one tough cookie. She hasn't even got any powers, yet she tries her best against that mecha-making jackass of a technopath. She's got some spunk and I respect that.
Ruben has a bit of a crush on her, I think. I can tell because of the slight rise in his temperature, the distinct scent of his hormonal change and, well, because he's my twin brother and I know everything about him.

Ruben "Legs" Perrot
Piper is, uhh, easy on the eyes. That's the first thing that comes to mind. She's also brave and cool and nice; I mean, she's got more going on that just her looks. She and her Fixers helped me get the parts I needed to construct my leg, so I'm eternally grateful to her.
For some reason, Jacques act sort of different when she's around. He's not as … jerkish. He acts kinda like a dog, however weird that sounds.

Ilyaas Mahmud Al-Shabaab
N/A

Wendy Wang
Piper talks very often, but I do not mind that. She seems-to put it bluntly-a tad self absorbed. Piper's version of self absorbed is not a bad thing though, it is more of a confidence in herself from what I can see. She is quite pretty, something I would have been just a little bit jealous of in the past.

Naomi Mendez
N/A

Jeff
Jeff had come across her path a few times. He never knew what the story was with that woman. She seemed to have her fingers in every pie around the city somehow. Still, Jeff believes she can be trusted. However, he does his best not to get too close, a strong woman like that could make him lose focus too easily.

Katerina Sapienti
We've met once and I felt self conscious right away, it's not that I have no confidence at all but next to her it barely exists. I don't blame her though because that's just me. Actually I admire how she can be so confident. I can tell she's not afraid to die and while she doesn't have an outright deathwish, she's waiting for it. I wanted to talk to her about it, to see what she has to say. There are more people counting on her than she realizes.

Phoebe Evans
Jealous of her, is how I think Phoebe would first feel. Jealous that not only is she attractive, but that she puts time in and has the confidence to show off. Phoebe would likely be fairly polite and timid around her at first because of this.

Kayin Okoro
Her determination and self-confidence aren’t traits that Kayin knows herself to like in other people. That said, Piper surprised her and turned out to be a reliable, down-to-earth person. Kayin disagrees with her that such a valuable ally should be so certain of their own inevitable death, though. She of all people should try to stay alive as hard as she can. (If there was anyone Kayin trusted to help cut her hair, it would be Piper.)

Brigitte St. Jeanne
N/A

[Drake Baku]

Drake

Name:
Unknown, he has dropped his name a long time ago

Alias/Nickname:
Drake

Age:
33

Sex:
Male

Sexuality:
Females, though for power based reasons he rather stays closed off and away from any romance

“I will always be a danger if the beasts ever takes over, its better if I am left alone, I cannot even trust myself to enjoy live, love or parenthood”
<said to a girl in his old group when he broke up with her fearing he would one day end up losing it and killing her>

Appearance:
He has black hair with a golden glow.
His eyes change color based on his emotions (green = happy, red = angry, blue = sad, yellow = everything else).
He is 1.90M, athletic build
He has lost his human shape: his ears have a thick layer of dark green scales on the top and bottom sides with a small little horn sticking out at the ends (between the scales he still has human ears), his front teeth between the corner teeth are still normal but every other teeth have become more carnivores, his tong can also split at the tip, he has wings on his back which is also dark green scales and has a yellow membrane, on his spine there are a line of long spikes that usually are laying flat on his back, he can also fold his wings over his body to make it look like he has some weird leather cloak, he has a blue gem like stone on the back of his right hand and his nails are Ivory claws on both hands and feet.

Height:
1.90M - 6.2Feet

Weight:
100K - 7.3962oz

Body Type:
Athletic with dragon traits

Distinguishing Marks:
Chameleon eyes with a alligator pupil, scales on the down and above sections of the ears with small horns sticking out to the back of his head, a blue crystal like gem on the back of his right hand, wings and spikes from his spine, claws for nails, pointed teeth and possible split tong tip.

Clothing Style:
Simple blue jeans, a knitted cap (black), uses his wings to shape a cloak like piece.

“All I wish is to live in peace, but I realize now that I can only live in peace if I am alone, though at the same time I can never live in peace”
<written in the note he left the group he had founded for those like him, without a home to live>

Personality:
Drake is calm and collect, not because this is who he is but because he is forced to be like this, he can never enjoy emotions, leaving his eyes the only way to tell how he feels, he can never act on impulse either.
Due to this he seems distant and uncaring about other people.
However he cares a lot about others enough even that he is locking away his real self beyond what is needed to protect others from what is inside him.
He can still fall in love, but he cant feel happiness about it (he will have green eyes when he is with that person).
But as he is afraid of hurting others and has locked away his feeling, he is a tough catch.

Biography:

My Hider

He was born and raised in a small neighborhood with 1 important rule: NO MUTANTS!
If anyone who had mutant powers was found they would be hunted and killed as that those connected to the said mutant would be tortured as punishment, it was cruel but concerned parents were sure their children were save from any mutant terrorists.

When he was 16 his live changed for the worse as at school he got into a fight and he got stabbed while he had to protect a friend.
At first he feared he might die but miraculous the wound started to close itself, right away he knew, he was a mutant...
He was afraid of going home due to the rule but he figured that with a stealthy power like this he might be able to talk to his parents about moving, he just had to be sure not to get wounded..
But bad luck followed him further, a girl who had a grudge against him had woken up her powers a few weeks ago and felt she had enough mastery of her powers to try and kill him.
It was a hard game of survival for him as all he could was heal, but when Fume (as she calls herself) was about to finish the fight the second part of his mutation activated and without control he Megamorphed into a giant Golden dragon and with one beat of his wings he was able to force her away (mostly by luck as she was not prepared for the sudden change)
After quite some time he was finally able to change back, only to realize he lost his human shape.
Soon he noticed people running, neighbors with guns...
He had no other choice but to leave his live behind, he only hoped no one had seen his face so his parents were save...
So he dropped his own name and picked a new one, Drake.

He then wandered around for a long time and during this time he met other mutants that has lost their homes.
From these meeting he decided to make a group for outcasts and those with no other place to go, regardless the reason.
Together with some other outcasts they created the group, City of Mutants (better known as CoM)
At first it seemed things were getting better until:
During a walk he got targeted by a group of mutant haters.
For a long while he was able to ignore them but once they started to threaten to kill his family he lost it and the world went black.

By the time he woke up he stood in a strange stance he did not even knew he could take but more concerning was the area.
Blood and body parts were everywhere, destruction and small fires covered the street and he had no idea what has happened..
Once back home he immediately asked one of the other founders of the group, a mutant called Mech who has a similar but weaker power then Technopath to hack into any nearby camera's and see what has happened.
Needless to say it was not a pretty sight, a beast had taken over and gone on a rampage, anything else would be too graphic...

It took a few more rampages for Drake to figure out the triggers for the beast to take over:
-first The stance, each time he took on that stance he would lose control in a few seconds.
-Second emotions, to a certain point he can enjoy emotions but once they got too strong the beast would be able to take him over by forcing its mind though the emotion.
-Lastly impulsive acts, each time he acted on impulse and stopped thinking, the beast would use that slight opening to force its way though.

Fearing that he would hurt or kill those close to him he decided to lock away all that was left of the real him.
He had lost his peaceful live and now it was time to lose what remained...

------------------------

After a long time being the leader of CoM, Drake suddenly left.
His ties with the growing group what now even contained small children born from good friends was feeding his fears that the beast would one day take over and kill them all, a fear he could not live with any longer.
He started to roam the world once more and happened across the city thinking it could be a place to hide.

From that day on he decided to stay in the city, though he believed he could easily escape if he tried.
No, he felt that in a closed in city, if the beast would take over then it cannot deal anymore damage, he had tried to live in a dessert for the same reason but the beast just run right into a city anyway...
Now Drake hoped it would be contained, perhaps even they could get killed by those crusaders.
He locked himself into an empty warehouse, hunted wild animals, mostly rats for food and collected rain water.
That much was no different then roaming around and his healing always cleared out the sickness and toxins so...

He figured this would be where he would ages and die...
Up until now he also had the upside that not one time any crusaders took their time to check close enough to the warehouse so he never had to fight any of them and not one time did they seemed interested in the houses across the warehouse, so he never had to do anything...

Skills:
-Locked away emotions, he still has them but he cant feel or act on them, though if they get too strong he can still feel them which also inspires fear.
-Hand to hand combat
-Self restraint
-Strong mind to fight telepathic attacks to a degree
-Experience with keeping a low profile.

Powers:
Mutant level: lvl 4 (alpha) in his human shape, lvl 5 (Omega) in his Megamorph shape
Cost of his powers: He has lost his human shape as his only real power is leaking out into his human shape.
The Power is so large it has developed a personal mind of a raging killing beast.
power list:

Drake's powers

Drake officially has only 1 real power:
However due to various reasons, mainly because he refuses to ever hurt anyone if he can help it and this power holds too much risks to the immediate area around him, he will most likely never use this power unless the requirements are correct and even then only if he has no other choice/ option.

My Hider

Biological Alteration; Megamorph
Power level: Omega class.

The ability to transform and reshape oneself on a genetic and cellular level to a predetermined fixed state with its own natural abilities.
For Drake this is a 1KiloMeter long Golden Dragon, It has a snake like body but with humanoid limbs and large wings spouting from his back. (a picture can be given if asked (I have painted it my self ^^))
This transformation includes clothing so they do not get destroyed, he also keeps conscious control over the shape at all time.
The Dragon's natural abilities include:
-Scale that can withstand tank fire
-The ability to fly due to the wings.
-A regeneration that can regrow lost limb in a matter of minutes and heal wounds in mere seconds.
-A Immunity to toxins, sicknesses and even nuclear radiation due to the above mentioned regeneration.
When Nuclear radiation is involved he will be effected by it as his body starts to melt trying to dispose of it while his normal healing is restoring the damaged body parts, he will win the fight but it will take time.
-Physical Strength, Speed and Agility fitting his build and size (not a real super power as its normal physics for something of such a huge size and build, But I felt I should highlight it)
-Fire and Lightning Breathing due to special glands in his neck, the electrical breath comes out his mouth in a similar matter as fire.

The drawbacks of this power are as follow:
-Due to the size of the Dragon it is very hard to use it without destroying the area around it or for that matter hurting others in the area, something Drake will never wants to risk to start with so dont expect him to use this power unless he is alone in a very large open space.
-Due to the dragon's strength it is very hard to hold back meaning even the slightest moves such as a simple flap of the wings or walking can destroy and heavily hurt others, an other reason why Drake will not use this power unless he has no other options.
-Due to the thickness of his scales it is possible to climb on top of him without him realizing it, giving access to the weak parts of his body, such as the eyes, ears and such.
These area's also give access to his brain with the right powers or weapons so you can kill him.
-Due to the class of his power he lacks the ability to fully return to human, resulting that his Megamorph traits have effected his human shape permanently.

As Mentioned his Megamorph has effected his human shape, this results in various changes spanning from permanent physical mutations to possessing weaker versions of his Dragon abilities, these changes are listed here:

Rapid healing; Full Regeneration
Power level: Low Alpha class.

The ability to heal in a rapid level, this also allows regrowing lost body parts, the time needed depends on the wounds.
This Ability also allows the user to recover much faster to nearly all poisons, toxins, sicknesses and to an extend even radiation, the recovery rate is based on various points, the specific poison/ sickness, the amount he was infected with and if he has ever been infected by that specific strain before.
For Radiation it is determined by the amount in the area and how long he is exposed, if he is exposed for too much time his resistance to it will only weaken.

The drawbacks to this power are:
-The more and heavier wounds he has to heal in a short amount of time, the slower his healing will become, the slower his healing has become the more rest he needs until it is restored to its full power.
The slower it becomes the more it will strain his energy and ability to act, though it will not effect his live in any direct way (with the exception of wounds that pose a risk of bleeding out)
-Even though he possess a rapid healing he can be killed by either; a 1 hit kill or if somehow the healing is blocked with a wound that allows bleeding out.

Pyrokinetic; Flame throwing
Power level: Beta class.

The ability to create flames from the users hands.
Even though as a Dragon he can breath the flames, in his Normal human shape he lacks the glands in his neck to breath the flames, instead his body has adapted to generate fire from the pores on his hands.
In general the flames are released from the palms of the hands as a small to medium range flamethrower
However Drake can also release the flames from his fist by manipulating the flames from the palm to shape around the fist; this can be used for hand to hand combat but Drake generally uses it to release a fireball which has less density/ size then the flame thrower, but possess a much longer range before the flames run out.

The downside to this ability are;
-That it is pretty strait forward, easy to avoid and predict its pattern.
-The Flamethrower lacks range and control, an other Pyrokinetic user could take over his flames.
-The Fireball is not big in size and lacks the raw power the Flamethrower has.
-The power relies mostly on the concept of flames and a small amount of direct kinetic force, compared to other pyrokinetic mutants its not that strong as they possess more heat and force and stronger flames in general.
-While he can encase his hands for hand to hand combat it serves no purpose aside some slight burning and those weak to fire to start with.

Electrical discharge; Thunder waves
Power level: Beta class.

The ability to release electric waves in the shape of nets from most parts of the body.
The body part the wave is released from determine its size, the possible body parts tend to be any movable limbs such as arms, legs and wings, though a full body wave is possible as well.
Even though in his dragon shape he can breath Lightning, in his Normal human shape he lacks the glands to breath the electrical force, instead his body can generate small electrical charges inside his muscles to be released in waves.
When releasing a wave from the wings it will be much smaller but it will contain a higher level of electrical energy, able to knock someone out if they are hit in the head or upper chest, hitting anywhere else it will just hurt by the shock value but not by kinetic force, though hitting someone on the leg may let them trip.
He can also charge the electrical force up to generate bigger or stronger waves, if he charges it up enough he can even do both, bigger and stronger, though if he charges himself up too much he will draw in a thunderbolt from the sky which he cannot avoid.
That specific event will create an heavy impact also hitting those too close to Drake.

Downsides to this power;
-The basic waves possess no real power, when your hit by it, all it would do is knock you back (how far depends on your own body type) and all you feel is a static shock.
-Charging the power up takes time and focus, the more Drake tries to charge it up the harder it becomes, unless he has the ability to concentrate without physical distractions.
-Releasing a full body wave will be even weaker in kinetic force then the basic waves from the limbs
-When releasing a wave from the wings it will be too small to knock them back by the kinetic force and its easier to miss/ avoid.
-If Drake charges this power up too much the resulting thunderbolt will knock him out for hours, leaving him wide open.

Physical Mutation; Dragonic body
Power level: lvl1 or 2 class. (I do not know the names of those levels)

Due to the Megamorph Drake human shape have been altered, most of which has been mentioned in the appearance section (if something is unclear about those matters, say so and I will try to fix it).
However physical alteration can grant its own abilities as some changes may not be visible, all of these will be listed below:
-The ability to fly due to his wings.
-Increased sense of smell, hearing and vision.
-Increased physical abilities to levels of pro. athletes that have focused on just one of the 3: Speed, Agility and Strength
-His entire bone structure and nails are of a similar density as Ivory, which is stronger then humans, his nails can be used as claws due to this.
-His skeleton has additional joints which are used when he changes into the so called Dragon stance

Physical mutation; Dragon stance
This power is part of the physical mutation; Dragonic body, but for a clearer understanding I have decided to give it its own explanation section.
When Drake Uses the other joins he triggers a slight genetic mutation where he becomes more in tune with his Megamorph power while remaining mostly human, mostly it changes his stance into a more dragon or dinosaur like stance while also slightly altering his appearance, the appearance wise changes are as follow;
-His feet take on a position where they walk on the toes and front souls only, much like prehistoric predators as Raptors or the T-rex
-His thumbs change position where his hands like more like claws or hooks.
-The wings get pushed up due to the shoulder joints shifting into a new position and also have their own join to set out further sideways, this gives an appearance much like when looking to the front of a bird who puts its wings up in order to threaten someone/ something.
-The spikes on his spine start standing upright instead of their usual flat position, making it obvious that those seemingly flat laying plates on his back are actually large spikes.
-His cheek muscles tighten and pull backwards to reveal more of his pointed teeth and give a feral look (Note: this is only for when the best has taken control)
-Due to the genetic shift he grows a tail in this stance

Due to the genetic change there is a change in his powers when he takes on this shape, these are as follow;
-Enhanced speed to near super human levels where if Drake is running in a straight line it becomes hard to see him with the human eye, though he has to stop for a second to turn.
-The glands to breath fire and lightning are developed during this step, replacing the FlameThrowing and Thunderwave powers into Fire and Lightning breathing
The difference between the Normal human versions and the Dragon stance version is that the controlled and special traits are replaced but pure raw power, this also changes the power class of both elements into a Alpha.

Downside to the Physical mutation power;
-Drake will have to find ways to cover his appearance up as he will stand out like a red circle in a blue field.
Though due to years of experience he knows how to keep a low profile, wrapping his wings around himself so it seems like some weird leather cloak and using a knitted cap to hide his ears he is able roam the streets, as long as no one looked at him directly he has been able to avoid most human detections of what he really is.

-When taking on the Dragon Stance at best he has a few seconds before the beast takes over, meaning Drake will never use that shape EVER.

Weaknesses: Due to his high powers he has to have weaknesses
-he cannot live as any other person, having to keep a constant restraint on himself or risk losing control to the beast, becoming unable to enjoy live, emotions or acting on impulse.
-He cannot use his full powers for the same reason as his full powers in human shape requires him to take on the other stance which calls up the beast.
-He cannot use his megamorph, his true power, in pretty much all cases as its size is too much and its strength can not be controlled.
Using it inside a city would almost always result in inflicting death to allies and innocent people which he will never risk, he rather get killed then take such a risk.
-His healing power in human mode can be overloaded which means it will start healing slower and slower the more damage he gets in a short amount of time.
-Though he is hard to kill, one good aimed attack at any vital instant kill spot will finish him off without a doubt, if you can keep up the right wounds he can bleed out as well.
-the powered up electrical wave Takes time to charge which during a fight where its really needed is pretty hard to do as he has to focus on the fight and his charged up force.
Also if its charged too much it will draw in a thunderbolt right on top of Drake, knocking him out for a few hours.

"some say great power is just great, that mutants are naturally blessed, yet this is just halve of the truth, sure there are those that can enjoy their powers but there are those that are more cursed then blessed"
<said to a someone who had joined his old group, he had blue eyes during this>

Others: The beast always uses the dragon stance as its pretty much its own stance
Whenever Drake takes on the dragon stance, it will awaken the beast as well
The beast also waits for a moment when Drake is mentally open: Emotions or sudden acts of impulse are such moments
Due to using the Dragon Stance it is much stronger then Drake in terms of speed, instinct, pure raw elemental power, It still has access to all other powers off course
It is a wild animal in mind with a sense of sentient thinking, this means it can understand human tong, it can react to a degree as a sentient creature when spoken too or if something happens in the area, But it cannot speak
Being a wild animal like creature it lacks the concepts of special tricks and Techniques during a fight, focusing on raw strength and having no need for any special moves
It has nothing more then pure blood lust as a drive and kills everything on sight.
Though rare, if it thinks of anyone as a thread enough, it may use its own Megamorph (where it has silver scales), But as said, the Beast hardly see's anyone worthy of such a fight, wanting to enjoy the hunt and killing without over killing.

This beast has made Drake afraid of getting close to others as he fears he might lose control at any time, so to prevent any random activation's he has locked away his emotions, but he still feels that it is not enough...

[ayzrules]

Wendy

“Are you okay? Can you breathe?”

Name: 王星雨 (Wang Xing Yu)

Alias/Nickname: Wendy Wang (the English name that she has adopted)

Age: 33

Sex: female

Sexuality: asexual

“Can you move your arms and legs? Your fingers and toes?”

Appearance: Wendy is tall and slim, with relatively tanned skin and chocolate brown eyes. She has thick, straight black hair which she usually wears in a high ponytail. Her hair goes halfway down her back, but she is considering cutting it to shoulder length because it can be a pain to keep long hair out of her face. Wendy has long, slender fingers characteristic of a piano player although she has never touched a piano in her life. Wendy has a heart-shaped face and eyes that are rather thin. She has a small, flat-ish nose and average sized lips which are a pale red color. Wendy's feet are small in comparison to the rest of her body.

Height:
5 feet and 7 inches
170.18 centimeters

Weight:
120 pounds
54.43 kilograms

Body Type: willowy

Distinguishing Marks: A long, thin scar running down the side of her face from her left eye to where her face meets her neck-can usually be partially hidden by her hair. The scar is the only mark from a car accident.

Clothing Style: Casual-usually sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. She isn't really one for fashion.

“Where is the pain coming from?”

Personality: Wendy has always been a relatively relaxed and easygoing person. She is ferociously loyal to her friends and family and a go-with-the-flow kind of person. She's mellow and calm, and keeps a cool head under stressful situations. Wendy is always up for chatting with others, but she tends to keep to herself when she is around people that she is unfamiliar with. Full of soft smiles and gentle words, she can be a pushover at times, with a dislike of hurting other peoples' feelings, but if worst comes to worst then Wendy will bite back. She is not easily provoked and doesn't like getting into fights, and can easily sense how people are feeling. However, if someone or something is threatening people she is close to, Wendy will do whatever it takes to get them out of danger. Wendy is dedicated to any cause that she feels strongly about, and she doesn't wish harm upon others unless they're the ones causing harm in the first place. She likes to appreciate the simple things in life-stopping to smell the flowers, so to speak-and adapting to new situations isn't her strongest area of expertise. She genuinely cares for people, perhaps even too much at times. However, she can take charge under pressure if she knows what she has to do and how she has to do it. During those times, Wendy can transform from a shy, reserved woman to a focused, confident leader in a matter of seconds.

Biography: Wendy was born in the suburbs of Nanjing, China called Lai An (来安). She was an only child, as most of her peers were due to China's one-child policy, and she lived with her mother and father on the fifth floor of an apartment building. Her grandparents on her father's side lived in a one-story house five minutes away, walking. She had an aunt and uncle on her father's side in America, and two cousins-Alexandra and Alyssa-who lived in America too. Growing up, Wendy had always been interested in traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, and wanted to become a doctor when she grew up. Her grandfather was an expert on these traditional medical procedures, and she often spent afternoons learning from him about various herbal plants and remedies. Wendy studied hard in school, and eventually got into Johns Hopkins University. She moved to Baltimore, Maryland, and completed college there, with plans to go to graduate school.

Shortly before Wendy was to fly to America, she was walking across the street at night when a drunk driver came swerving in front of her. Wendy thought that she was surely dead, but she managed to survive with only a broken arm and a broken leg. The doctors said she was lucky-somehow, she had moved out of the way fast enough to avoid being totally crushed. Wendy forgot about it for a while, her broken bones her main priority. Wendy was released from the hospital in crutches and a cast, and one morning around two weeks after being let out she woke up to find that her leg was feeling strangely painless. Upon further examination, Wendy realized that it was perfectly healed, which puzzled her. How was that even possible? A few days later, Wendy got up, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and accidentally tripped over the last step as she was walking down the stairs, causing bruises to form on her good leg. To Wendy's surprise, silver sparks began shooting from her fingertips and to the bruises. The sparks completely erased the bruises from her skin. Wendy began experimenting. The first thing she did was heal her broken arm-it came as naturally as breathing. She learned how to control the flow of sparks, instead of simply letting them come whenever there was even the slightest of injuries. That was her first power.

A year or so passed, and Wendy continued to hone her healing power, bewildered yet fascinated by it. She found that it was like running-healing continuously without a break would tire her out. At the same time, Wendy began to think back to the accident that led her to discover her power in the first place, remembering how everyone was shocked that she had even survived. Wendy had never been much of a runner, but she decided to start improving her cardio-respiratory endurance if only for the sake of making healing easier. She discovered her second power one day while out on an early-morning run during her first week in America, when her feet began to pick up speed seemingly on their own accord and she ran and ran before stopping, hardly out of breath. Wendy realized that she had ran out of town and into the surrounding countryside. After returning back to her cousin Alyssa's house, where she had been staying, Wendy began to look more into people with powers like her. She went off to Johns Hopkins, and was on vacation with Alyssa when the Technocrat and his Crusaders put the city on lock down. Wendy was twenty-three at the time. She lost track of Alyssa in the ensuing chaos, and joined up with the Resistance in an attempt to somehow get rid of the Technocrat and find her cousin in the process.

Skills: she can speak both Mandarin and English fluently, and she knows some Latin from studying medicine. Wendy has some medical skills although she doesn't have much experience in the field, and is a fairly good runner even without her power.

Powers: Healing and super speed

Both drain energy fairly easily, but as stated above improving cardio-respiratory endurance will make it easier for Wendy to use both powers for longer periods of time. As for the healing, she isn't much good with sicknesses and diseases-it has to be some external injury that she can see.

“Stay still for me please. This should only take a few minutes....”

[twave]

Naomi Mendez

“I'm going to tear apart those stupid machines. I just need to get my hands on one.”

Name:
Naomi Mendez

Alias/Nickname:
Rosa Roja (Red Rose)

Age:
20

Sex:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

“Stay quiet or they'll find us.”

Appearance:

Height:
5' 5" / 165cm

Weight:
130lbs / 59Kg

Body Type:
She has a rather small frame and doesn't have much in the way of curves. Thanks to her fairly strict lifestyle though she maintains a good muscle tone.

Distinguishing Marks:
A rose tattoo on her right shoulder with the thorns running down her arm. She also likes to highlight her hair red. The combination being the origin of her alias. When using her powers her blue eyes glow brightly.

Clothing Style:
Gangster.

“What? I was bored so I decided to rearrange everything.”

Personality:
Confident in her abilities and proud of her heritage. A strong sense of duty has been breed into her. Though her sense of justice doesn't often extend far outside family ties she will work with others to achieve a common goal. Like many she can be talkative once you get to know her, but she purposely keeps a distance when it comes to relationships. Taking some time to learn things a little later than most, if circumstances were different she shows signs that she could have been a real nerd.

Biography:
Born into a family with criminal ties staying hidden is a fairly normal task for her. While not at the top of the ranks as far as gangs go the Mendez family was a fairly active player. As such there was a strong sense of camaraderie and unbreakable family ties. Even at an early age Naomi was taught the values of trust and respect. Much of this shaped who she is today and how she responds to situations.

The girl herself was not the first super in the gang. Over the years they have had many different variations. However Naomi presented a rather unique opportunity. Not overtly flashy in any way it was discovered when the little girl was 9. Somehow her toys would disappear and she would show up with new ones, many of which from her own imagination. Not really trying to hide what she could do she created a new object from what appeared to be nothing. It was later discovered that she needed something in exchange for making something but that wasn't much of a setback. Essentially able to turn lead into gold the Mendez began to rise in terms of wealth and power. The success was halted a year later by the sudden appearance of the Technopath.

Through use of a mechanized army the crime rings in the city were decimated. Forced underground Naomi and her remaining family have been planning and attempting to unseat the superpowered being. To some extent they kept the woman's abilities a secret until she was a more capable teenager. Thinking her ready the first couple encounters with the Crusaders turned out well, she essentially dismantling the machines. They learned quickly though and with each upgrade it made it more difficult to fight with them. Deciding to cut her losses she went back into hiding to plan out better strategies instead of going in blind. With no real system of schooling or power in place she had to make due with books. The pursuit of knowledge has led her to meet with both the Resistance and the Fixers. While only a singular goal in mind she has come to appreciate learning even if it isn't the most fun task. Had she grown up in a different environment there's no telling what she would have accomplished.

Skills:
Somewhat of a tinkerer, largely due to her powers offering a lot of creativity early on.Since she's managed to take out a few Crusaders she understands much of their early constructions but a majority of it is way over her head. Given the family business she learned to street brawl even though much of the fights between gangs has died out. She also learned to handle a gun. They tend to draw a lot of attention though so their use is not as common.

Powers:
Matter/energy equivalent exchange. Naomi is able to convert matter into energy and store that energy for a later time. Vice versa that stored energy can then be converted back into new matter. The more dense or complex the result the more energy is required. She can only create as much as he has taken in and only material she's come in contact with. Conversion requires physical contact and she cannot create complex mechanisms on the fly. The more dense the material the longer it takes to convert. Thus far it has only worked on non-living matter but that is likely a mental barrier she is not willing to cross. And while she has the potential to recreate anything she has converted it doesn't mean she understands how it works.

"Sometimes I just want to get out of here and live a normal life.”

[Shanks]

 

Silver Wolf

“I will hunt the hunter, show him the same fear he instills in others.”

 

Name: Jeff

 

 

Alias/Nickname: Silverwolf/ Wolf, Scout,

 

 

Age: 26

 

 

Sex: Male

 

 

Sexuality: Heterosexual

 

 

“I'll not stop until the city is safe once more.”

 

Appearance: 5'10, 180 lbs, average build with a semi muscular composure. Jeff has big powerful legs, broad shoulders, and a slightly tanned coloured olive based skin tone (he is a mix of Irish and Native American.) He has semi-long dirty blonde hair, often pulled back and loosely tied to keep it out of his face in combat, piercing green eyes, and a strong wide set jaw.

 

 

Height: 5'10/ 178cm

 

 

Weight: 180lbs/ 82KG

 

 

Body Type: Average build for the most part, but rather muscular (not bulky). He also has broad shoulders, well developed legs (noticably so) and no visible anomalies.

 

 

Distinguishing Marks: Many scars on his body, though most of them are many years old now. They are most concentrated on his arms, shoulders, and back.

 

 

Clothing Style:His attire varies in times of "rest", but would not stand out much among average people. Mostly dark jeans, button up shirts, the kind of thing an average person would wear. Also, mostly in dark colours.

 

He also has an outfit he wears specifically for battle, which is made entirely of deer leather with strategic points hardened through a process the ancient romans used to make it nearly as hard as steel. None of the joints are hardened, as it would restrict his movement too much.

 

“You'll not take me down so easily.”

 

Personality: Jeff is a confident and strong individual, who USUALLY thinks everything through before he acts. With others he is polite and relatively friendly, but he is naturally introverted so it takes effort. A definite Idealist, Jeff has no doubts that the Technopath can be taken down, and he believes fully that help will be coming from the outside eventually. He also has a total hero complex, and for good reason, but it can lead to some unwise decisions. He see's himself as the protector that needs to stand between the weak and the corrupt. Not for praise, or for approval in any way, but simply because of how he was raised to use his strength for the sake of others.

 

 

Biography: Jeff was raised in the city, though most of his youth was spent in the surrounding wilderness. His Parents were very interesting; both supers, though they hid this from nearly everyone. They were also both Historians, his father an expert in Eurasian warfare, and his mother a North American Native traditionalist. Jeff was taught many things outside of what was considered normal education as his father was a big believer that all knowledge would be useful eventually. He also respected the way things were done in the past and thought that knowledge should not be lost. Jeff had been brought up to push himself and gain abilities as much as he could; it was not an easy upbringing but it was pleasant and he was loved.

shortly before the Technopath showed up, Jeff's parents went looking for something. They knew trouble was coming and they believed they would be able to put a stop to it. Before they could return, the walls went up and they were stuck out there dealing with who knows what.

Jeff fully believes they will come back and put a stop to all of this, but in the meantime has committed himself to being the man his father would want him to be in that situation. He has since been fighting the Technopath's soldiers wherever and whenever he can.
 

Abilities: multiple styles of martial arts, apache knife fighting, archery, spear fighting, long sword, basic armory/smithing, wilderness survival (completely useless in the city), and basic first aid.
 

Powers: Enhanced physique- his physical capabilities are somewhat higher than a normal human could ever attain. (Faster, stronger, but not to extremes.)
Foresight- he can see slightly into the future. It Is usually only a second or two, which gives him just enough time to react to most things.

 

“we must protect those who cannot protect themselves”

[dreamingflowers]

Kat

“(I'm Katerina, nice to meet you.....)”

Name: Katerina Sapienti

Alias/Nickname:
Her loved ones often call her "Kat". Her full name is rarely used, only when a family member, her mother in particular is angry with her.
The alias "Strega" was given to her by an Italian member of the resistance. He found it fit her due to the nature of her powers and her talent of reading cards.

Age: 22

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

“(Don't ask me how I know, I just do)”

Appearance:



Katerina is an attractive young woman with a wealth of brown curly hair and almond shaped deep brown eyes. She has an oval face with fine bonestructure and small but full lips. She is on the shorter side but does what she can to appear taller.

Height:
5'4" / 162 cm

Weight:
120 pounds / 54 kilograms

Body Type: Hourglass shape

Distinguishing Marks:
N/A

Clothing Style: Fashionable, feminine and well put together.

“(I'm not superstitious, I'm just careful)”

Personality:
Katerina is an introvert and very shy and reserved, especially around people she doesn't know. Family is extremely important to her and she will go to great lenghts to help them in any way she can, this goes for her close friends too. She is a great listener, giving sage advice, drawing from wisdom beyond her years. In a group she will only speak up when spoken to and appears a bit dreamy. Her introvert personality changes slightly when she's around her loved ones. She'll be more outspoken, laugh when she's happy and not afraid people will judge her.

She is a peacemaker and doesn't like to argue. People have said on ocassion that she can be a push-over with no opinion of her own. She thinks before she speaks and rarely speaks her mind, instead being almost inhumanly polite. When under stress she likes to distract herself by being bussy, be it cleaning, cooking, taking care of others. Any and everything to take her mind from the source or cause of her stress. Moodswings are her worst enemy she can be happy and giddy in the morning and a random event during the day will crush her entire mood. She hasn't been in a serious relationship before or any relationship with a guy for that matter. It was never something she was looking for or needed in order to be happy. She believes it will happen when she's ready.

Sadness or unhappiness are no foreign emotions to her but instead of crying she just feels numb. Sometimes to the point where she wonders if she's feeling anything at all. In truth her pain is burried so deep that only the right words, a piece of emotional music, or a hug from someone she loves will be what she needs to let go.

Biography:
Katerina was raised in a very tradtional Italian family. It was a loving and close knit home consisting of her parents, her two older brothers and their children as well as her grandmother who lived with them. Her father was a restaurant owner to which she owes her cooking skills, while her mother was a receptionist at a local health center. They didn't have much to go around and Katerina was always encouraged to finish school and get a degree so she could take care of herself in the future.

The Sapienti's were known as well respected Catholics and while they did go to church every sunday the things Katerina was taught in ways of religion and tradition were a long way off from Catholicism. She was raised in a mystery tradition of old Italy referred to by her grandmother as La Veccia Religione or The Old Ways. A belief in the gods and spirits of Pre-Christian times, who were turned into Saints by the Catholic Church.

During her college years Katerina's mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, at that time it wasn't terminal but her school career suffered. While her mother suffered from the disease Katerina barely made it through her first year, eventually dropping out to take care of her. It was at this same time that Katerina's power manifested and she knew before anyone else her mother would not make it to the end of the year. At first Katerina didn't know she had any power, since seeing the aura was something that could be accomplished through years of meditation and practice. A practice her grandmother never allowed her to give up on. Such a gift couldn't be received overnight but for some reason it did. She never had any experience with seeing aura's despite her continuous practice. So Katerina began to suspect she may be a super, lacking any other explanation. She confided in her grandmother and they honed her skills together, in the end it didn't matter where it came from. It was a gift to be used for the good of all.

Shortly before the technopath invaded the city Katerina's mother lost her battle to cancer after three tough years. The loss of her mother made her family stick together in a near unhealthy way. Katerina now a confirmed super was closely watched by her remaining family. They didn't want her to leave their sight and when they were forced to move to an abandoned house at the edge of the city, they all went together. Faced with grief the Sapienti family still do what they can for the community they live in. Katerina in many ways replaced the hole left by her mother, she is a spitting image of the late Mara Sapienti.

Skills:
Great home cook
Has a knack for languages (she speaks fluent Italian, English and knows some Latin too)
Talented card reader, using ordinary playing cards for fortune telling
Great with children and knows how to take care of them
She can play a bit of piano but hasn't had any lessons since she was a teenager

Powers:
Clairvoyance, the power of "clear seeing"
This power covers a very wide range of capabilities but Katerina is capable of only a few. The user can gain a direct visual information about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the user's physical sight and allows them to act when they are unable to use their eyes. Clairvoyance is not limited by time or the seven planes of existence. With practice Katerina will eventually be able to gaze into the past and future as well as the seven planes of existence which includes the astral plane, the home of all spirits and immaterial beings.

At her current level she is only able to see the aura of both supers and normal humans. The aura is a normally invisible field of energy that surrounds every living thing. She can use it to sense emotions, health, power levels, and see the thought forms attached to the aura. Thought forms are clouds of thought which depending on their color and shape tell her what's on her targets mind, but not their exact thoughts. For example a pink cloud represents affection, an exploding cloud of red means anger etc.

“(Don't let the future control your life, there is such a thing as free will you know)”

[XLegs]

Phoebe Evans

“You mean you can shoot fire out of your hands? How does it work? Come on, show me, show me!”

Name: Phoebe Evans

Nickname: Phee and Pheebs, used often by her close friends and parents. Her father was also fond of calling her Bee.

Alias: Red, to keep it simple.

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Sexuality:
She'd tell you that she's straight, but she has had romantic feelings for two different girls in the past, both times eventually also leading to a measure of physical attraction. She disregards this as simple curiosity.

“What? No, of course it's not weird! It's just a kiss! You're... you're the one that's making it weird...”

Appearance:

Phoebe has medium-length red hair and pale skin. Her slightly rounded face and large green eyes make her look even younger than she actually is, and, along with her skin, gives her a delicate appearance.

Height: 5'3 ft, 160 cm

Weight: 105 lbs, 47.6 kg

Body Type:
Very slightly pear-shaped. Phoebe is fairly slender and petite, but is also in decent shape as a result of being on the run from the
Crusaders and being part of the Resistance, giving her a little bit of muscle definition.

Distinguishing Marks:
Light freckles and several small, light scars on her cheeks and nose. She also has some similar scars on the backs of her wrists and
hands.

Clothing Style:
Casual and practical. Having spent most of her life inside the walls, fearing the Crusaders, she's never really had the chance nor reason to dress up (though she does sometimes find herself thinking that dressing up would be fun). She prefers form-fitting light tops and bike shorts, to make sure her clothes will never get in her way.

“He... died. He died. They both left me. He died, he died, he died he died he died died died died! I don't want to be alone, don't leave me alone...”

Personality:
Phoebe is best described as plucky and persevering. Being a teen, she can get pretty stubborn, petty, and upset when things don't go her way. For the most part, though, she tries to not do that and instead be a nice person to be around. Her social skills aren't the greatest, but her sincerity helps avoid awkward moments. She smiles a lot, and can even come off as bubbly when nothing is weighing on her mind. When stressed, she becomes a little more reserved and quiet, but still keeps a small smile. Despite this, she's also easily embarrassed, and can be quite timid around new people, authority figures, and those she admires. She's a curious girl, and especially has a fascination with learning all she can about other's powers, a trait that was passed down to her from her father. She almost always wears her heart on her sleeve, even though she doesn't really realize it. All-in-all, she's adventurous, but still very much a follower most of the time, with a tendency to be a little clingy.

When things get serious and her powerful survival instincts kick in, she enters a hyper-focused state, and very little can rock her emotionally. She just does everything she can to keep herself alive, and to help others if she has the chance. Once the adrenaline leaves her body and she has time to breathe, however, she's quick to breakdown and is prone to panic attacks. This also carries over for the next couple of days after a particularly stressful situation; she'll withdraw and not speak with most people until she gets over it.

Biography:
Phoebe was born to a Super mother and a highly educated, self-proclaimed geek of a father. Her early life in the city was completely normal and happy, but she doesn't remember most of it. The Technopath appeared when she was 9, and the small family quickly fled, finding an abandoned home near the wall. They managed to live here without incident for three years, with only the three of them to keep each other company. During this time, Phoebe's father essentially home-schooled her, and her mother went out to get them food and supplies.

Eventually, the Crusaders found them and attacked. It started when Phoebe was sitting at the kitchen table, filling out some homework her father had made. The girl thought she heard a noise outside, and she got up to look out the window. Before she reached it, however, a figure appeared and blasted it open. Small glass shards flew towards her as she fell on her rear, startled and screaming, arms moving to protect her. The glass left multiple small cuts on her cheeks, nose, and hands, but miraculously, none damaged her eyes.

Dozens more Crusaders crashed their way into the house as Phoebe's father and mother reacted. Her mother, having never before used her power to fight, having always been the gentlest person Phoebe knew, began brutally attacking the robots. Her father and mother seemed to have some sort of understanding with each other, as her father picked up the shocked girl and ran, while her mother fought viciously through crippling injuries to keep the enemy occupied.

That was the image of her mother that Phoebe remembers best -- her fighting until the very end, never slowing down, never quitting until she was overwhelmed and killed.

Phoebe and her father ran, grieving the death of her mother. It was here when she first had a panic attack. Eventually, the two stumbled upon and joined a small community, primarily made up of Supers, who moved around to avoid the Technopath. Here, Phoebe finally made friends and was able to act like a normal child. Once again, though, the Crusaders wouldn't afford her any happiness.

The raid on the group came when she was 16, and it was the most violent and traumatizing thing she had ever witnessed. Being mostly Supers, they had managed to fend off a few attacks already. But this time, a small army was sent to take care of them, and there was nothing they could do. It was in this chaos, with her close friends dying around her, that she first used her power. Thinking only about keeping herself alive after being separated from her father, bullets, strikes, and explosions directed at her as she ran were fended off, blocked by the barely visible barriers she was conjuring. She managed to get away, finding herself completely on her own for the first time in her life.

She went through the worst breakdown she had ever suffered, and without her father there to help comfort her, it lasted far longer than she would have liked. She decided she'd just stay where she was until she died.

But she couldn't. She wouldn't let herself. She got hungry, so she picked herself up and scavenged. Despite how empty everything felt, she fought to live, surviving multiple encounters against Crusaders (mainly by defending herself and running away) and learning more about her ability.

After a year, Phoebe moved underground and learned about the Resistance. Hating the Technopath and his Crusaders, she joined, and finally felt like her life had purpose again. Being able to interact with others also quickly brought back her innate, happier personality. Her power allowed her to head to the surface often, and she started doing everything she could to help others. And herself, of course.

Skills:
Phoebe has no real learned skills. She does, however, have her overwhelming survival instinct. Her fighting style is brutal and vicious as a result, basically boiling down to her doing anything she can to incapacitate the target or get the hell out.

Another important trait of hers is her absolute refusal to give in and to leave things unfinished, which compliments her survival instinct nicely. Once she starts something, she sees it through to the end no matter how difficult it seems, nor how mentally or physically exhausting it gets. She may not be the strongest, the fastest, nor the smartest, but her complete unwillingness to quit makes her appear surprisingly talented at most things she does (at least, if one doesn't see the amount of effort she puts in).

Powers:
Telekinesis
- Telekinetic Barriers:
Phoebe can create flat, circular, barely visible psychic barriers to protect herself from attacks. The maximum distance away from herself that she can generate one is about 20 feet, allowing her to protect people near her. She can have multiple up at the same time, but this
causes each one to be less effective.

- Telekinetic Self-Pushing:
Phoebe can also telekinetically push on herself, allowing her to accomplish feats she couldn't otherwise do. She uses this to jumping higher
and survive large falls, close gaps rapidly or get out of harms way, and increase the force behind her physical attacks. Essentially, it gives
her a burst of enhanced strength and durabilty.

She has very high mastery of her barriers, and can create them instantly and often, without need for pause. Her pushing, however, takes a lot more out of her, forcing her to use it sparingly.

Other:
Phoebe's afraid of the dark, though refuses to admit it, and she completely, totally, utterly hates being alone. Even when she's had a panic attack, withdraws, and refuses to communicate, she still desires to be around others.

“I don't know how to explain it. I just kind of... get in this zone, you know? Nothing on my mind but one thought: Live. So that's what I do.”

[breathing_towers_to_hell]

Kayin Okoro

“and I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam and no emotion that’s worth having can call my heart its home.”

Name:
Kayin Okoro
Alias/Nickname:
Because Kayin has little to no sense of self, depending on her mental state she barely responds to her own name on a good day. It’s really not a good idea to use nicknames, that just confuses her further.

She goes by “Okoro”, however, and considers it a taunt when her first name is used by people she doesn’t consider sufficiently close to her.

Age:
19

Sex:
agender (female assigned at birth, but Kayin could care less.)

Sexuality:
asexual and demi-romantic. Generally very skittish/confused and aggressive when faced with the idea of sex or “love”. She’s currently disinterested in the idea of forming relationships, romantic or otherwise.

“if the strain proves too much, give up right away. If the light hurts your eyes, stay in your room all day.”

Appearance:

tw for self harm

I hope you’ll forgive that I didn’t use a real life picture, but I wanted to convey something with the cuts on her body that I’d feel a little odd posting a real picture of. Some are old and fading, some are newer and with those it’s more evident that Kayin inflicts these cuts upon herself—usually when she is going through a psychotic period and cannot differentiate her own body from that of any intruder—effectively, she is then fighting off an assailant to save her own life, which is why she isn’t fucking around with those cuts.

It’s worth noting that that’s the sort of damage she always tries to do to someone she thinks is trying to hurt her. Not that she always succeeds, but she shoots to kill, as it were.

Her face usually does not show much expression, because there is a lack of emotion to convey. Her hair is cut short because of her habit of tearing it from her scalp as another quote-unquote defense mechanism. She doesn’t know how to cut her hair, nor does she trust herself with scissors in her lucid times, so she tries to push the worry to the back of her mind what will happen when it grows out again.
Height:
5’11 (180cm)

Weight:
108lbs (49kg)

Body Type:
Kayin’s metabolism is average, but she is a chain smoker and she can’t motivate herself to eat more than a few small meals, enough to get by, so that her body is slightly emaciated. She isn’t in great condition, but if she is hysterical enough, the instinct to either run or kill will override most anything else. She has a lanky appearance and clumsy movements due to her disproportionate weight compared to her impressive height.

Distinguishing Marks:
Kayin religiously draws sigils and symbols of protection on her limbs. This is explained a little further down under the biography.

Her hands are fairly rough and calloused.

Clothing Style:
A military grunge callback, I suppose? It makes her feel safer. Her white shirt is maybe five sizes too big and, along with the shorts, came from Goodwill. The military boots are like comfort objects, they mean that her kicks and stomps pack more of a punch. Even when it’s cold, Kayin has trouble putting on sweaters and trousers because they feel all wrong and scratchy on her skin. She prefers to just be cold in those cases, all things considered.

“empty room with a lightbulb where the phone starts to ring. Everybody gets nervous, nobody says anything.”

Personality:
Kayin is a schizophrenic. Doctors before could not place her into one sub category—she had symptoms of catatonic and paranoid branches of the illness.

Paranoia manifests itself as a constant feeling that hostile entities are standing behind her or all around her, and a hair-trigger defensive attitude. She also has great difficulty sleeping alone—the entities, the shadow people, keep her awake, and when she does sleep, she suffers nightmares, which can completely mess up her sense of what is and isn’t real, which is why she prefers to forego sleep until it really affects her.

Catatonia manifests itself in occasions where she freezes up and her eyes become blank, sometimes in the midst of conversation, sometimes when shit /really/ has to get done. The penalties vary accordingly.

Interacting with her, she usually comes across as a regular person, though she is socially poorly-adjusted and has difficulty reading and making facial expressions. This is especially so when someone is hazy in their expression, ie “content”, “neutral”, “pondering”, in these cases Kayin will likely default to thinking that someone is upset and that it is her fault. It is best to simply reassure her that this is not true.

In times of lucidity, she is totally capable of making decisions based on reason, although she can be stubborn.

She is quick to lose motivation and hardly ever had the drive to eat or to shower when there were people tugging at her from every side, and since they stopped,j she is practically a recluse. However, she is not suicidal and in fact will do whatever she can to scrape by when she really /does/ need to eat or sleep.

Biography:
Kayin was a rare case as the appearance of schizophrenia goes: she was diagnosed at eight. She did not have many friends as it was, but with the aid of her father, she made an effort (when she could) to go out and meet people.

A year later, when the walls went up, Kayin’s father was her rock. Because of the stress under the constant threat of being outed as a Super (despite the relative insignificance of her power) her psychotic periods became more frequent, longer and worse. Her father went against his own better judgment and got her started on Thorazine, just so that she could have some peace. She was still unable to sleep without him there and continues to have this problem.

Five years after the Technopath and his rules took effect, Kayin’s father was dragged from his house by Crusaders and put to death for harboring a Super fugitive, which, ironically, was not Kayin herself, but the mother of a family Kayin’s father was close to, who hid out in their basement. He was the one who took care of the backroom deals with ex-pharmacists to get her the antipsychotics, so that supply dried up soon enough.

For a few months, Kayin lived in a state of foggy near-consciousness, unable to tell what was real and what wasn’t, but as it turned out, the pharmacist was a Super himself—a proficient healer, he was killed as well. The store was plundered and everything useful to the masses, such as antibiotics and painkillers, was taken, but the stash of Thorazine went into Kayin’s stock.

Because her psychotic periods only occur every few months, and because sometimes her conflicting consciousnesses compel her not to take the medicine at times, we fast-forward almost five years to the current day and Kayin has joined the Resistance. Not because of any need to avenge her father, but she figures a movement that killed her dad and the pharmacist, the two most useful people to her, is probably something she’s gotta help get rid of.

As she has come to realize, the Technopath isn’t a personal problem that can be willed away like she’s been told so many things are. He is very real and here to stay and obstruct Kayin’s comfort and quality of life, which pisses her off to no end.

While she isn’t the best strategist, she plans wicked assaults on the Technopath’s goons with indifference. Her day-to-day lack of obstacles (empathy, mercy, sentimentality) in reaching her goals and her whirlwind “kill-’em-all-for-all-I-care” attitude makes her efficient for getting through the first line of defense on a mission, before leaving the logistics part to the specialists.

Skills/Strengths:
Kayin has a very high tolerance of pain. This isn’t always ideal because she’ll throw herself into a fight and come away from it far more beaten-up than she realizes.

She is also fairly resistant to the pangs of hunger and lack of sleep until they begin to hurt her body. She suffers little of the physical discomfort, but the damage rages just the same.

Because she does not bleed, seeing an injured person bleeding is very scary to her, and because it would take so, so much damage to make her bleed the same amount, she assumes that they are mortally wounded at least. This means that she is proficient with first-aid, since she avoids blood whenever she can.
She is not aware that she does not need bandages to stop bleeding because of her power (under Powers), so she carries a first aid kit most of the time.

Powers:
Kayin is physically unable to bleed out. Because of the density of her blood, it is difficult to draw blood from her at all. One can shoot her through the head, electrocute her, rip out her heart, asphyxiate her, whatever, but you can’t stab her or sever an artery and just play the waiting game.

She can also affect the density and pressure of the blood of others, so although she is not yet conscious of this ability, she could make a wounded enemy bleed out many times faster, or stop a hurt ally from meeting the same fate. (Again, she is powerless to stop disease or damage to any vital organs.)

Obviously even if any bleeding was stopped, the affected person would still have a big gaping hole/cut in their skin, so Kayin’s not exactly a healer, just the you-won’t-die-for-a-little-longer person in a pinch if there’s absolutely no one better. Really her powers are more useful on the offensive, and then only against flesh enemies. The Crusaders don’t have blood to die from a loss of.

“ugly things in the darkness, worse things in store in the declining years of the long war.”

[Girlie Go Boom]

~Later~~