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Maybe we should just continue on with the RP? If the others are still here then they can just jump in.
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Aya, whose shift at the coffee shop started at nine that morning, had missed the announcement that would change her life. Like most other days, today she worked behind the counter making the drinks (after many valiant attempts to get Aya out of her shell, her coworkers all agreed she was too timid to work the cash register and actually interact with people). Popping the lid on the latest order, she lifted the cup up to her face to read the name scribbled on it. She opened her mouth to call out the name…
Only for her voice to come out in a squeak when the door opened and three men in uniform sauntered in, loaded with weapons and ammunition, "NYFC" printed on their helmets in bold letters.
Aya's world shrank down to that moment, and she swore she could feel her heart stopping. This was it. They'd finally found her and were here to make her pay for her crimes. She'd been so careful not to use her powers! Her mind buzzed with fears and anxieties, but she was frozen in place, unable to move. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes locked with one of the officers. Then his mouth creeped up into a smirk, he threw her a wink, and he and his buddies made it to a nearby table. After a few minutes of talking, one of them got up and stood in line at the register to order coffee.
Aya nearly collapsed, she was so relieved.
Her mind snapping back to the present, Aya finally called out the name scrawled on the coffee cup and went to work making the next order. Adrenaline still thrummed through her veins, and she keep her hands from shaking as she mixed the different ingredients, or stop herself from being aware of the men in uniform.
"…'bout time we started tagging the freaks."
Her eyes widened as she caught a snippet of conversation. She looked up to see the two men sitting at the table grinning at each other.
Tagging?
Aya felt her stomach drop. They were finally hunting people with abilities down, and who knew what would happen to them after that? Who knew what would happen to her?
Only for her voice to come out in a squeak when the door opened and three men in uniform sauntered in, loaded with weapons and ammunition, "NYFC" printed on their helmets in bold letters.
Aya's world shrank down to that moment, and she swore she could feel her heart stopping. This was it. They'd finally found her and were here to make her pay for her crimes. She'd been so careful not to use her powers! Her mind buzzed with fears and anxieties, but she was frozen in place, unable to move. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes locked with one of the officers. Then his mouth creeped up into a smirk, he threw her a wink, and he and his buddies made it to a nearby table. After a few minutes of talking, one of them got up and stood in line at the register to order coffee.
Aya nearly collapsed, she was so relieved.
Her mind snapping back to the present, Aya finally called out the name scrawled on the coffee cup and went to work making the next order. Adrenaline still thrummed through her veins, and she keep her hands from shaking as she mixed the different ingredients, or stop herself from being aware of the men in uniform.
"…'bout time we started tagging the freaks."
Her eyes widened as she caught a snippet of conversation. She looked up to see the two men sitting at the table grinning at each other.
Tagging?
Aya felt her stomach drop. They were finally hunting people with abilities down, and who knew what would happen to them after that? Who knew what would happen to her?
Name: Aya Lynn Germain, a.k.a. Cosmos
Appearance:
Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build betrays none of her strength – she has years' worth of lean muscle hidden under her clothes, built up from doing judo. Her long hair falls down her back, straight and dark brown. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts. Her clothing style is simple, but not without its edgy touches; she enjoys the occasional dress and biker jacket, or heavy boots, and has multiple piercings on her ears. She leans more towards earthy colors, like greens, blues, browns, and blacks.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Power: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them. She runs the risk of stranding them in the astral plane however, if she's not touching them when she snaps back to her body. Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to a mile from her physical location. When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is more or less oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.
Bio: Aya grew up as an only child on the island of Oahu, and was raised by a single mother. Though she was at her heart a kind woman, Ms. Germain had a strong, domineering personality. This, combined with Aya's submissive nature, meant that Aya often had very little control over her life, as her mother simply "always knew what was best" and Aya was too timid to say otherwise.
Aya discovered her powers at an early age. When she was seven years-old, a sleepover prank left her locked in a closet. She listened to her friends giggling in the other room as she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs. All she could think of was how dumb she'd been for falling for it, how afraid of the dark she was, and how badly she wanted out of that closet. The next thing she knew, her wish came true. She was standing in her friend's brightly-lit bedroom, watching her friends whisper and giggle to each other. But… they didn't even notice her. To Aya's horror, when she tried to tap one of their shoulders, her hand slipped right through. After that night, Aya became a more withdrawn, quiet person. She'd seen the news reports. People with powers – people like her – were often met with fear and hatred. Whenever there was a special article on some freak or other in the papers, her mother always had some choice words to share. They were never good ones, either.
Life was fairly uneventful for Aya after that. She didn't have many friends, but she was always a bright girl and her grades were excellent. She spent most of her time trying to not give into her curiosity and test out her abilities. After she graduated though, everything changed. Her mother had convinced (forced) her to apply for a university close to home. Aya, having lived under her mother's stifling thumb for eighteen years finally decided that she wanted to make decisions for herself and live in the college dorms. The resulting fight was spectacular. Because Aya didn't yet have proper control over her powers, when her mother grabbed her shoulder (Aya had been attempting to walk away from the argument, and Ms. Germain simply wasn't having it) Aya accidentally pulled her mother into the astral plane with her. She was horrified. Her mother was outraged because not only was her daughter a freak, but Aya had kept it from her all these years. Whatever hope of calming down was lost after that. The fight only became more visceral, and it ended with Aya packing her bags that night and booking a flight to the mainland, running away from the only home she’d ever had. She hasn’t heard from her mother since that night.
Aya wanted to get as far away as possible, and didn’t stop running until she arrived in New York. She had enough saved for a questionable apartment in a sketchy part of town, but not much past that. A string of bad luck (struggling to find work, multiple break-ins that shattered her confidence and bank account, and the growing paranoia that she would be persecuted should her abilities ever be revealed) left her desperate.
Finally one day she gave into the temptation that niggled at her: she used her powers to steal. Picking out a pharmacy that required a passcode to unlock instead of a key, she spent a day using her powers to map out the building and shadow workers, memorizing the combinations to both the front door and the safe in the back room. That night she put on her most shapeless sweater and wore her hood low over her face as she punched the code into the door with shaking fingers. Aya shoveled as much money and – on an impulse – pharmaceutical drugs into her bag as she could and ran from the store. It would've been the perfect getaway… if she hadn't bumped into a passing bystander and activated her powers on accident. Dragging the middle-aged man into the astral plane with her, Aya almost had a breakdown then and there. This was it. Her secret was out.
Frazzled and not sure what to do, Aya snapped herself back into her body – only to find she'd left the man on the other side. Hearing police sirens in the distance (reporting to the scene of some unrelated crime) she panicked and ran, leaving the man's empty body in the streets. The money was enough to pay her rent for the next few months, and she worked out a deal with her neighbor who… wasn’t the most upstanding of citizens. Apparently there was quite the midnight-market for the sorts of drugs she’d acquired.
Meanwhile, the man she’d… run into that night had been taken in by the local hospital and pronounced brain-dead. The next day she slipped back into the astral plane. And then she promptly slipped back when she found herself face-to-face with the same man. Unable to face what she’d done, she didn’t use her abilities again until half a year later when her money ran out and she saw no other choice but to reenact that night.
With a shaking breath she slipped back to the other side… only to find it empty. The man had died, and with it his projection fell away.
Since then, Aya has (thankfully) found a steady job working as a barista at a local coffee shop, and hasn't used her powers out of fear of being discovered. She still has nightmares about the man she killed (because that's what she did, in the end, isn't it?) and her neighbor gives her a hard time about getting back in the market, but nowadays Aya's as upstanding a citizen as you'll find. She's currently saving up her money so she can move to a better part of town.
Personality: Aya is a quiet and timid girl, with a struggling self-esteem. Though very clever and sweet, she's not the best at making friends or opening up to people. Years of hiding her powers from those around her have made her slow to trust and constantly afraid of rejection. Because of this, she's always eager to please, even if it means compromising who she is and how she presents herself. Once you actually get her to open up though, you'll find a playful and genuine girl, with a penchant for mischief and a low tolerance level for narrow-mindedness.
Other: Afraid of thunder, the dark, loud noises, rejection… let's just say she scares easily.
Appearance:
Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build betrays none of her strength – she has years' worth of lean muscle hidden under her clothes, built up from doing judo. Her long hair falls down her back, straight and dark brown. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts. Her clothing style is simple, but not without its edgy touches; she enjoys the occasional dress and biker jacket, or heavy boots, and has multiple piercings on her ears. She leans more towards earthy colors, like greens, blues, browns, and blacks.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Power: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them. She runs the risk of stranding them in the astral plane however, if she's not touching them when she snaps back to her body. Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to a mile from her physical location. When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is more or less oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.
Bio: Aya grew up as an only child on the island of Oahu, and was raised by a single mother. Though she was at her heart a kind woman, Ms. Germain had a strong, domineering personality. This, combined with Aya's submissive nature, meant that Aya often had very little control over her life, as her mother simply "always knew what was best" and Aya was too timid to say otherwise.
Aya discovered her powers at an early age. When she was seven years-old, a sleepover prank left her locked in a closet. She listened to her friends giggling in the other room as she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs. All she could think of was how dumb she'd been for falling for it, how afraid of the dark she was, and how badly she wanted out of that closet. The next thing she knew, her wish came true. She was standing in her friend's brightly-lit bedroom, watching her friends whisper and giggle to each other. But… they didn't even notice her. To Aya's horror, when she tried to tap one of their shoulders, her hand slipped right through. After that night, Aya became a more withdrawn, quiet person. She'd seen the news reports. People with powers – people like her – were often met with fear and hatred. Whenever there was a special article on some freak or other in the papers, her mother always had some choice words to share. They were never good ones, either.
Life was fairly uneventful for Aya after that. She didn't have many friends, but she was always a bright girl and her grades were excellent. She spent most of her time trying to not give into her curiosity and test out her abilities. After she graduated though, everything changed. Her mother had convinced (forced) her to apply for a university close to home. Aya, having lived under her mother's stifling thumb for eighteen years finally decided that she wanted to make decisions for herself and live in the college dorms. The resulting fight was spectacular. Because Aya didn't yet have proper control over her powers, when her mother grabbed her shoulder (Aya had been attempting to walk away from the argument, and Ms. Germain simply wasn't having it) Aya accidentally pulled her mother into the astral plane with her. She was horrified. Her mother was outraged because not only was her daughter a freak, but Aya had kept it from her all these years. Whatever hope of calming down was lost after that. The fight only became more visceral, and it ended with Aya packing her bags that night and booking a flight to the mainland, running away from the only home she’d ever had. She hasn’t heard from her mother since that night.
Aya wanted to get as far away as possible, and didn’t stop running until she arrived in New York. She had enough saved for a questionable apartment in a sketchy part of town, but not much past that. A string of bad luck (struggling to find work, multiple break-ins that shattered her confidence and bank account, and the growing paranoia that she would be persecuted should her abilities ever be revealed) left her desperate.
Finally one day she gave into the temptation that niggled at her: she used her powers to steal. Picking out a pharmacy that required a passcode to unlock instead of a key, she spent a day using her powers to map out the building and shadow workers, memorizing the combinations to both the front door and the safe in the back room. That night she put on her most shapeless sweater and wore her hood low over her face as she punched the code into the door with shaking fingers. Aya shoveled as much money and – on an impulse – pharmaceutical drugs into her bag as she could and ran from the store. It would've been the perfect getaway… if she hadn't bumped into a passing bystander and activated her powers on accident. Dragging the middle-aged man into the astral plane with her, Aya almost had a breakdown then and there. This was it. Her secret was out.
Frazzled and not sure what to do, Aya snapped herself back into her body – only to find she'd left the man on the other side. Hearing police sirens in the distance (reporting to the scene of some unrelated crime) she panicked and ran, leaving the man's empty body in the streets. The money was enough to pay her rent for the next few months, and she worked out a deal with her neighbor who… wasn’t the most upstanding of citizens. Apparently there was quite the midnight-market for the sorts of drugs she’d acquired.
Meanwhile, the man she’d… run into that night had been taken in by the local hospital and pronounced brain-dead. The next day she slipped back into the astral plane. And then she promptly slipped back when she found herself face-to-face with the same man. Unable to face what she’d done, she didn’t use her abilities again until half a year later when her money ran out and she saw no other choice but to reenact that night.
With a shaking breath she slipped back to the other side… only to find it empty. The man had died, and with it his projection fell away.
Since then, Aya has (thankfully) found a steady job working as a barista at a local coffee shop, and hasn't used her powers out of fear of being discovered. She still has nightmares about the man she killed (because that's what she did, in the end, isn't it?) and her neighbor gives her a hard time about getting back in the market, but nowadays Aya's as upstanding a citizen as you'll find. She's currently saving up her money so she can move to a better part of town.
Personality: Aya is a quiet and timid girl, with a struggling self-esteem. Though very clever and sweet, she's not the best at making friends or opening up to people. Years of hiding her powers from those around her have made her slow to trust and constantly afraid of rejection. Because of this, she's always eager to please, even if it means compromising who she is and how she presents herself. Once you actually get her to open up though, you'll find a playful and genuine girl, with a penchant for mischief and a low tolerance level for narrow-mindedness.
Other: Afraid of thunder, the dark, loud noises, rejection… let's just say she scares easily.
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Are you still accepting? (also, sorry for the monstrosity that is her bio section… i didn't realize it'd gotten so long)
Name: Aya Lynn Germain, a.k.a. Cosmos
Appearance:
Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build betrays none of her strength – she has years' worth of lean muscle hidden under her clothes, built up from doing judo. Her long hair falls down her back, straight and dark brown. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts. Her clothing style is simple, but not without its edgy touches; she enjoys the occasional dress and biker jacket, or heavy boots, and has multiple piercings on her ears. She leans more towards earthy colors, like greens, blues, browns, and blacks.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Power: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them. She runs the risk of stranding them in the astral plane however, if she's not touching them when she snaps back to her body. Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to a mile from her physical location. When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is more or less oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.
Bio: Aya grew up as an only child on the island of Oahu, and was raised by a single mother. Though she was at her heart a kind woman, Ms. Germain had a strong, domineering personality. This, combined with Aya's submissive nature, meant that Aya often had very little control over her life, as her mother simply "always knew what was best" and Aya was too timid to say otherwise.
Aya discovered her powers at an early age. When she was seven years-old, a sleepover prank left her locked in a closet. She listened to her friends giggling in the other room as she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs. All she could think of was how dumb she'd been for falling for it, how afraid of the dark she was, and how badly she wanted out of that closet. The next thing she knew, her wish came true. She was standing in her friend's brightly-lit bedroom, watching her friends whisper and giggle to each other. But… they didn't even notice her. To Aya's horror, when she tried to tap one of their shoulders, her hand slipped right through. After that night, Aya became a more withdrawn, quiet person. She'd seen the news reports. People with powers – people like her – were often met with fear and hatred. Whenever there was a special article on some freak or other in the papers, her mother always had some choice words to share. They were never good ones, either.
Life was fairly uneventful for Aya after that. She didn't have many friends, but she was always a bright girl and her grades were excellent. She spent most of her time trying to not give into her curiosity and test out her abilities. After she graduated though, everything changed. Her mother had convinced (forced) her to apply for a university close to home. Aya, having lived under her mother's stifling thumb for eighteen years finally decided that she wanted to make decisions for herself and live in the college dorms. The resulting fight was spectacular. Because Aya didn't yet have proper control over her powers, when her mother grabbed her shoulder (Aya had been attempting to walk away from the argument, and Ms. Germain simply wasn't having it) Aya accidentally pulled her mother into the astral plane with her. She was horrified. Her mother was outraged because not only was her daughter a freak, but Aya had kept it from her all these years. Whatever hope of calming down was lost after that. The fight only became more visceral, and it ended with Aya packing her bags that night and booking a flight to the mainland, running away from the only home she’d ever had. She hasn’t heard from her mother since that night.
Aya wanted to get as far away as possible, and didn’t stop running until she arrived in New York. She had enough saved for a questionable apartment in a sketchy part of town, but not much past that. A string of bad luck (struggling to find work, multiple break-ins that shattered her confidence and bank account, and the growing paranoia that she would be persecuted should her abilities ever be revealed) left her desperate.
Finally one day she gave into the temptation that niggled at her: she used her powers to steal. Picking out a pharmacy that required a passcode to unlock instead of a key, she spent a day using her powers to map out the building and shadow workers, memorizing the combinations to both the front door and the safe in the back room. That night she put on her most shapeless sweater and wore her hood low over her face as she punched the code into the door with shaking fingers. Aya shoveled as much money and – on an impulse – pharmaceutical drugs into her bag as she could and ran from the store. It would've been the perfect getaway… if she hadn't bumped into a passing bystander and activated her powers on accident. Dragging the middle-aged man into the astral plane with her, Aya almost had a breakdown then and there. This was it. Her secret was out.
Frazzled and not sure what to do, Aya snapped herself back into her body – only to find she'd left the man on the other side. Hearing police sirens in the distance (reporting to the scene of some unrelated crime) she panicked and ran, leaving the man's empty body in the streets. The money was enough to pay her rent for the next few months, and she worked out a deal with her neighbor who… wasn’t the most upstanding of citizens. Apparently there was quite the midnight-market for the sorts of drugs she’d acquired.
Meanwhile, the man she’d… run into that night had been taken in by the local hospital and pronounced brain-dead. The next day she slipped back into the astral plane. And then she promptly slipped back when she found herself face-to-face with the same man. Unable to face what she’d done, she didn’t use her abilities again until half a year later when her money ran out and she saw no other choice but to reenact that night.
With a shaking breath she slipped back to the other side… only to find it empty. The man had died, and with it his projection fell away.
Since then, Aya has (thankfully) found a steady job working as a barista at a local coffee shop, and hasn't used her powers out of fear of being discovered. She still has nightmares about the man she killed (because that's what she did, in the end, isn't it?) and her neighbor gives her a hard time about getting back in the market, but nowadays Aya's as upstanding a citizen as you'll find. She's currently saving up her money so she can move to a better part of town.
Personality: Aya is a quiet and timid girl, with a struggling self-esteem. Though very clever and sweet, she's not the best at making friends or opening up to people. Years of hiding her powers from those around her have made her slow to trust and constantly afraid of rejection. Because of this, she's always eager to please, even if it means compromising who she is and how she presents herself. Once you actually get her to open up though, you'll find a playful and genuine girl, with a penchant for mischief and a low tolerance level for narrow-mindedness.
Other: Afraid of thunder, the dark, loud noises, rejection… let's just say she scares easily.
Name: Aya Lynn Germain, a.k.a. Cosmos
Appearance:
Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build betrays none of her strength – she has years' worth of lean muscle hidden under her clothes, built up from doing judo. Her long hair falls down her back, straight and dark brown. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts. Her clothing style is simple, but not without its edgy touches; she enjoys the occasional dress and biker jacket, or heavy boots, and has multiple piercings on her ears. She leans more towards earthy colors, like greens, blues, browns, and blacks.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Power: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them. She runs the risk of stranding them in the astral plane however, if she's not touching them when she snaps back to her body. Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to a mile from her physical location. When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is more or less oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.
Bio: Aya grew up as an only child on the island of Oahu, and was raised by a single mother. Though she was at her heart a kind woman, Ms. Germain had a strong, domineering personality. This, combined with Aya's submissive nature, meant that Aya often had very little control over her life, as her mother simply "always knew what was best" and Aya was too timid to say otherwise.
Aya discovered her powers at an early age. When she was seven years-old, a sleepover prank left her locked in a closet. She listened to her friends giggling in the other room as she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs. All she could think of was how dumb she'd been for falling for it, how afraid of the dark she was, and how badly she wanted out of that closet. The next thing she knew, her wish came true. She was standing in her friend's brightly-lit bedroom, watching her friends whisper and giggle to each other. But… they didn't even notice her. To Aya's horror, when she tried to tap one of their shoulders, her hand slipped right through. After that night, Aya became a more withdrawn, quiet person. She'd seen the news reports. People with powers – people like her – were often met with fear and hatred. Whenever there was a special article on some freak or other in the papers, her mother always had some choice words to share. They were never good ones, either.
Life was fairly uneventful for Aya after that. She didn't have many friends, but she was always a bright girl and her grades were excellent. She spent most of her time trying to not give into her curiosity and test out her abilities. After she graduated though, everything changed. Her mother had convinced (forced) her to apply for a university close to home. Aya, having lived under her mother's stifling thumb for eighteen years finally decided that she wanted to make decisions for herself and live in the college dorms. The resulting fight was spectacular. Because Aya didn't yet have proper control over her powers, when her mother grabbed her shoulder (Aya had been attempting to walk away from the argument, and Ms. Germain simply wasn't having it) Aya accidentally pulled her mother into the astral plane with her. She was horrified. Her mother was outraged because not only was her daughter a freak, but Aya had kept it from her all these years. Whatever hope of calming down was lost after that. The fight only became more visceral, and it ended with Aya packing her bags that night and booking a flight to the mainland, running away from the only home she’d ever had. She hasn’t heard from her mother since that night.
Aya wanted to get as far away as possible, and didn’t stop running until she arrived in New York. She had enough saved for a questionable apartment in a sketchy part of town, but not much past that. A string of bad luck (struggling to find work, multiple break-ins that shattered her confidence and bank account, and the growing paranoia that she would be persecuted should her abilities ever be revealed) left her desperate.
Finally one day she gave into the temptation that niggled at her: she used her powers to steal. Picking out a pharmacy that required a passcode to unlock instead of a key, she spent a day using her powers to map out the building and shadow workers, memorizing the combinations to both the front door and the safe in the back room. That night she put on her most shapeless sweater and wore her hood low over her face as she punched the code into the door with shaking fingers. Aya shoveled as much money and – on an impulse – pharmaceutical drugs into her bag as she could and ran from the store. It would've been the perfect getaway… if she hadn't bumped into a passing bystander and activated her powers on accident. Dragging the middle-aged man into the astral plane with her, Aya almost had a breakdown then and there. This was it. Her secret was out.
Frazzled and not sure what to do, Aya snapped herself back into her body – only to find she'd left the man on the other side. Hearing police sirens in the distance (reporting to the scene of some unrelated crime) she panicked and ran, leaving the man's empty body in the streets. The money was enough to pay her rent for the next few months, and she worked out a deal with her neighbor who… wasn’t the most upstanding of citizens. Apparently there was quite the midnight-market for the sorts of drugs she’d acquired.
Meanwhile, the man she’d… run into that night had been taken in by the local hospital and pronounced brain-dead. The next day she slipped back into the astral plane. And then she promptly slipped back when she found herself face-to-face with the same man. Unable to face what she’d done, she didn’t use her abilities again until half a year later when her money ran out and she saw no other choice but to reenact that night.
With a shaking breath she slipped back to the other side… only to find it empty. The man had died, and with it his projection fell away.
Since then, Aya has (thankfully) found a steady job working as a barista at a local coffee shop, and hasn't used her powers out of fear of being discovered. She still has nightmares about the man she killed (because that's what she did, in the end, isn't it?) and her neighbor gives her a hard time about getting back in the market, but nowadays Aya's as upstanding a citizen as you'll find. She's currently saving up her money so she can move to a better part of town.
Personality: Aya is a quiet and timid girl, with a struggling self-esteem. Though very clever and sweet, she's not the best at making friends or opening up to people. Years of hiding her powers from those around her have made her slow to trust and constantly afraid of rejection. Because of this, she's always eager to please, even if it means compromising who she is and how she presents herself. Once you actually get her to open up though, you'll find a playful and genuine girl, with a penchant for mischief and a low tolerance level for narrow-mindedness.
Other: Afraid of thunder, the dark, loud noises, rejection… let's just say she scares easily.
Why We Fall
– Katharine Hepburn
Rae is a short, skinny teenager who walks too tall and fears too little. With long, wavy, chestnut hair, deep brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles, it's easy to be pulled in by her charm. However, underneath all that lie hard lines of ropey muscle. She has no tattoos or piercings to speak of, but both her legs, starting from her upper thighs, are made up completely of wires and shiny metal paneling. Rae was born without her legs developed. Because she was born to a family of Inquisitors, Rae had the best biotech available to her. Her legs are sleek and lightweight, a dusty gold color in an attempt to match her skin. She leans more towards expensive, high-fashion clothing and overpriced makeup, though she is not above occasionally dressing for comfort.
N A M E
N I C K N A M E
B I R T H D A T E
G E N D E R
A G E
S E X U A L I T Y
C R I M E
Y E A R S S P E N T
P R I S O N E L E C T I V E
C E L L M A T E
O C C U P A T I O N
C L A S S E S
S K I L L S
L I K E S
D I S L I K E S
H A B I T S
H O B B I E S
F E A R S
P E R S O N A L I T Y
H I S T O R Y
T H E M E S O N G
E X T R A I N F O
“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.”
– Katharine Hepburn
Rae is a short, skinny teenager who walks too tall and fears too little. With long, wavy, chestnut hair, deep brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles, it's easy to be pulled in by her charm. However, underneath all that lie hard lines of ropey muscle. She has no tattoos or piercings to speak of, but both her legs, starting from her upper thighs, are made up completely of wires and shiny metal paneling. Rae was born without her legs developed. Because she was born to a family of Inquisitors, Rae had the best biotech available to her. Her legs are sleek and lightweight, a dusty gold color in an attempt to match her skin. She leans more towards expensive, high-fashion clothing and overpriced makeup, though she is not above occasionally dressing for comfort.
Basic Information
N A M E
Victoria Rae Katona
N I C K N A M E
Rae – used by everyone. Don't call her Victoria. Ever.
Trooper – used by her parents in rare moments of affection
Trooper – used by her parents in rare moments of affection
B I R T H D A T E
October 3rd
G E N D E R
Female
A G E
16
S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual
Imprisonment
C R I M E
Convicted for theft, systems tampering, homosexuality, illegal biotech upgrades, and drug usage
Y E A R S S P E N T
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P R I S O N E L E C T I V E
Janitorial Duties
C E L L M A T E
None. Up until recently she lived with a quiet girl named Julianne. She turned 18 two weeks ago.
Education & Skills
O C C U P A T I O N
The Katona family is famous for producing generation after generation of high-ranking Inquisitors. Rae was next in line.
C L A S S E S
- Computer Science
- Anatomy
- Advanced Robotics
- History
- Painting
- Remedial English
S K I L L S
- Mechanical/electrical engineering
- Weapons training
- Hand-to-hand combat
- Observation
- Basic first aid
Mannerisms
L I K E S
- Back talking
- Smack talking
- Sweet talking
- General flippancy
- Fashion
- Poppy music
- Socializing
D I S L I K E S
- Being bossed around
- Condescension
- Asking for help
- Animals
- People who can't take a hint
- Country music
- Her family
H A B I T S
- Humming
- Eye rolling
- Doodling
- Thinking out loud
H O B B I E S
- Painting
- Yoga
- Being spiteful
F E A R S
- Helplessness
- Inadequacy
- Bugs
Delving Deeper
P E R S O N A L I T Y
To call Rae 'willful' would be an understatement. Stubborn as an ox would be more accurate. Hard headed. Clever and charming to be sure, but the moment you think you can tell Rae Katona what to do is the moment you realize you'd have better luck trying to set fire to the ocean. More spiteful than rational, Rae will often do things completely ignoring any consequences.
Though her childhood was far from blissful, she's grown up with more opportunities and resources than anyone should have any right to – and she knows it. She carries herself with all the swagger and confidence (some might say arrogance) of someone who's only ever had it good. Underneath the teenaged attitude and saccharine charm though is a soldier in the making. Rae is sharper than she'd have you think, and surprisingly disciplined when she wants to be. Not that you'd ever realize, with how she seems to court trouble. In spite of (or more likely because of) the strict discipline instilled in her, she takes any opportunity she can to break the rules with reckless abandon, her disregard for authority clear in every move she makes.
Though impulsive, Rae's a perfectionist and can't help but hold herself to implausibly high standards. She expects too much from herself, but hides her insecurities well.
Though her childhood was far from blissful, she's grown up with more opportunities and resources than anyone should have any right to – and she knows it. She carries herself with all the swagger and confidence (some might say arrogance) of someone who's only ever had it good. Underneath the teenaged attitude and saccharine charm though is a soldier in the making. Rae is sharper than she'd have you think, and surprisingly disciplined when she wants to be. Not that you'd ever realize, with how she seems to court trouble. In spite of (or more likely because of) the strict discipline instilled in her, she takes any opportunity she can to break the rules with reckless abandon, her disregard for authority clear in every move she makes.
Though impulsive, Rae's a perfectionist and can't help but hold herself to implausibly high standards. She expects too much from herself, but hides her insecurities well.
H I S T O R Y
Victoria Rae Katona was born the second child to Henry and Sabine Katona, a well known Inquisitor family. Their other child, Rae's older brother Jensen, was not an Inquisitor. No, instead of carrying on the proud family legacy, Jensen had gone off to be an entertainer of all things. It was quite the embarrassment. Henry and Sabine promptly cut him off and focused all their attention on their younger child – much to Rae's misfortune.
Her childhood was, in a word, regimented. In another word, stifling. In several words, a massive pain in Rae's ass. She had to always be at attention, practice with firearms, hand-to-hand combat, painting was a 'waste of time,' socializing was a distraction… Rae felt smothered. And bitter.
And so, like any teenager, she acted out. She started to steal things. She messed around with the systems. She made unauthorized modifications to her biotech. Never anything too severe, but enough for her to feel in control, even a little bit. Inevitably, she was caught stealing one day. The Inquisitor was an old friend of her father's, and willing to let the offense slide, much to her parents' relief. It just wouldn't do if they were disgraced by not one, but two unfortunate children. Having a thespian in the family was bad enough. A criminal would be the final nail in the coffin holding their family's pride.
Rae then proceeded to confess to a slew of crimes – only a few of which she was actually guilty of.
To her satisfaction – and her parents' collective horror – such a confession was too much for the Inquisitor to ignore, and Rae was promptly thrown in jail. Her parents were mortified. Then, when she finally let the reality of her situation sink in, so was Rae. She'd just confessed to a multitude of crimes. When her trial date arrived, there would be no way she'd be allowed to live. And so, Rae's own pride and bitterness had been her death sentence. At least, until J came along.
Her childhood was, in a word, regimented. In another word, stifling. In several words, a massive pain in Rae's ass. She had to always be at attention, practice with firearms, hand-to-hand combat, painting was a 'waste of time,' socializing was a distraction… Rae felt smothered. And bitter.
And so, like any teenager, she acted out. She started to steal things. She messed around with the systems. She made unauthorized modifications to her biotech. Never anything too severe, but enough for her to feel in control, even a little bit. Inevitably, she was caught stealing one day. The Inquisitor was an old friend of her father's, and willing to let the offense slide, much to her parents' relief. It just wouldn't do if they were disgraced by not one, but two unfortunate children. Having a thespian in the family was bad enough. A criminal would be the final nail in the coffin holding their family's pride.
Rae then proceeded to confess to a slew of crimes – only a few of which she was actually guilty of.
To her satisfaction – and her parents' collective horror – such a confession was too much for the Inquisitor to ignore, and Rae was promptly thrown in jail. Her parents were mortified. Then, when she finally let the reality of her situation sink in, so was Rae. She'd just confessed to a multitude of crimes. When her trial date arrived, there would be no way she'd be allowed to live. And so, Rae's own pride and bitterness had been her death sentence. At least, until J came along.
T H E M E S O N G
Drama Queen – Green Day
daddy's little bundle of joy
out of a magazine
everyone's drama queen
is old enough to bleed now
daddy's little bundle of joy
out of a magazine
everyone's drama queen
is old enough to bleed now
E X T R A I N F O
Rae was the first of the inmates to set foot on the new world.
Speaking: Plum
Speaking: Plum
Haha don't worry about it. We can just say rio's such a wuss that she spoke too quietly for Mark to hear
Prof. Glasgow's comment caught her off guard with how… well, thoughtful it was. Then again, he might've just been annoyed with how little progress she'd made with her research. Too nervous to form a real reply, Rio just gave the older scientist a small bow.
Her attention was captured then when the colonel started talking. Rio perked up when she heard scientists had the option of going to Kenya too, but her excitement quickly deflated. She'd probably just get in the way, and get herself killed, along with countless others. With a quiet sigh, Rio resigned herself to staying at the base. That was probably the safer option for everyone involved. She looked down at her useless legs, atrophying beneath her. She listened to the various military personnel talk around her and raised a tentative hand.
"Excuse me…" she started, "do we know anything about the kaiju yet? What sort of animal it is?"
Her attention was captured then when the colonel started talking. Rio perked up when she heard scientists had the option of going to Kenya too, but her excitement quickly deflated. She'd probably just get in the way, and get herself killed, along with countless others. With a quiet sigh, Rio resigned herself to staying at the base. That was probably the safer option for everyone involved. She looked down at her useless legs, atrophying beneath her. She listened to the various military personnel talk around her and raised a tentative hand.
"Excuse me…" she started, "do we know anything about the kaiju yet? What sort of animal it is?"
Everyone's either headed to or already at the briefing room. Not much has happened yet, so it shouldn't be that hard to catch up and hop in.
Rio jumped when she heard one of her fellow scientists mutter something beside her. She opened her mouth to say something about his rather rude word choice, but froze instead. Though the two of them spent the majority of their time in the same lab, Prof. Glasgow wasn't the most… inviting personality. Quite frankly, he was intimidating. Rio didn't think they'd ever had a conversation not centered around kaiju tissue samples, and she doubted the older man would want to start now.
Eventually the group of mercenaries split off, heading in the direction of the barracks. They… weren't going to the briefing? Oh well, that was probably for the best, Rio decided. The colonel probably wouldn't appreciate an audience of drunken soldiers.
Thus, Rio found herself alone in the hall with Prof. Glasgow and another scientist. He worked in the IT lab, so Rio didn't see much of him, but he already seemed friendlier option… or at least the less scary option. If Rio was honest with herself, she felt like something of an outsider at the base. She was one of the youngest, one of the only women, one of the only Asians… all of that coupled with her shy nature meant she didn't have any idea how to connect with those around her. Not to mention she was still dealing with the loss of both her parents and her legs. She wasn't sure if she was actually ready to start opening up to people again. But the IT scientist seemed like a good place to start. He was closer to her age and the only other Asian she'd seen at the base. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?
"Umm…" Off to a great start. "You work in engineering, right?" she asked in English. That seemed to be the de facto language here, and she didn't actually know where he was from (or even what his name was). Plus, maybe Prof. Glasgow would like to join in. "We work mostly in the bio lab. Are you developing something in particular or just general research?"
Eventually the group of mercenaries split off, heading in the direction of the barracks. They… weren't going to the briefing? Oh well, that was probably for the best, Rio decided. The colonel probably wouldn't appreciate an audience of drunken soldiers.
Thus, Rio found herself alone in the hall with Prof. Glasgow and another scientist. He worked in the IT lab, so Rio didn't see much of him, but he already seemed friendlier option… or at least the less scary option. If Rio was honest with herself, she felt like something of an outsider at the base. She was one of the youngest, one of the only women, one of the only Asians… all of that coupled with her shy nature meant she didn't have any idea how to connect with those around her. Not to mention she was still dealing with the loss of both her parents and her legs. She wasn't sure if she was actually ready to start opening up to people again. But the IT scientist seemed like a good place to start. He was closer to her age and the only other Asian she'd seen at the base. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?
"Umm…" Off to a great start. "You work in engineering, right?" she asked in English. That seemed to be the de facto language here, and she didn't actually know where he was from (or even what his name was). Plus, maybe Prof. Glasgow would like to join in. "We work mostly in the bio lab. Are you developing something in particular or just general research?"
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